Rancher at Risk. Barbara Daille White

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      He looked at her.

      “They’re in order. Organized chaos, I know. But that’s the way I work.”

      “Right. How about I pick up what belongs on the desk and you take care of the rest?”

      When he’d finished that, he rose and looked over at the coffeemaker.

      “Want some?” she asked. “Help yourself.”

      “Might as well. I don’t guess I’ll be going back to sleep tonight.” He looked at the pink-tinged sky through the office window and corrected himself. “This morning.”

      She picked up an empty mug from the desk. “Ranchers have to get up early, don’t they?”

      “Not this early,” he said.

      She flushed again but held out the mug. Once he’d filled it, she took a seat behind the desk. The power position.

      “Maybe sharing this house isn’t the best idea.” Her gesture swept the room. “Obviously, I’m not the quietest person. I’d hate to interfere with your sleep again.”

      “I’m staying.” As if he had a choice. “Once you’re done fixing things up here, there won’t be anything else to bother me. Unless you get hit in the middle of the night with an idea to rearrange heavy furniture.”

      “Very funny.”

      He sat on the small couch near the coffeemaker and stretched out his legs, crossing them at his bare ankles. Might as well make use of the time, too. Show Caleb he’d done his homework. “Tell me about the school.”

      She took a long deep breath followed by a sip of coffee. “Our overall mission is to provide a home for troubled boys. A residential school. They’ll live here, attend classes and group therapy sessions, and have one-on-one meetings, as well.”

      He raised his brows. “Then you’re talking behavioral counselors and teachers as well as camp counselors?”

      “They’ll be called aides, but they’ll act as counselors like at a camp, yes. And only a small staff of teachers, since the older boys will take some of their classes online. We’ll also have a live-in registered nurse.”

      “Sounds like a big operation.”

      “It will be. We’re starting small and plan to increase enrollment in future.” It was the most she’d said to him since their first meeting. She spoke slowly and clearly, ensuring he didn’t miss a thing, as if she wanted to emphasize the importance of what she was saying. Or as if she recalled the conclusion he’d jumped to when they’d first met—that she was drunk.

      At times, he still found her hard to understand, though even when he lost a few words along the way, he got the message. Considering her voice and her niece being deaf, he reckoned Lianne had some hearing loss, too.

      “As part of the noncredit courses,” she continued, “we’ll teach life skills, rolled into lessons that fit with living on a ranch. Cookouts, hikes and nature walks, riding lessons. In fact, that part of the curriculum will run along the lines of a dude ranch. But don’t tell Caleb’s daughter that.”

      “Why not? When I met Nate at the ranch in Montana, she was all about horses.”

      “Oh, she still is. She’s just not a fan of dudes.” She gave a soft, throaty chuckle. “And she’s not alone. When I first suggested Caleb turn this into a dude ranch, you should have heard the reactions of the people around here. It could have been a wise investment. But with the school, we’ve got so many more possibilities to make a difference.” Her eyes shone.

      When she wasn’t glaring at him or counting off points on her fingers, she was a nice-looking woman.

      What did that matter? He tightened his hand around the coffee mug. “And you’re in charge of all this.”

      The light in her eyes dimmed. Her defenses had snapped back into place.

      “I am.” She said it flatly, as if expecting a challenge.

      He’d give her one. “What makes you the right candidate for this job?”

      “Don’t worry about that. We’ll have trained counselors to work with the boys. My role is strictly to take care of the behind-the-scenes operation.”

      “That’s what I meant.”

      She stared him down. “I’ve got a B.A. in business administration and eight years’ experience working with newly established companies.”

      He nodded. “Not in this area of the country, I take it, since you’ve made a move and brought everything with you.”

      “My sister, Kayla, lives here. She’s married to one of the local ranchers. I’m from Chicago.”

      A city girl, then. Probably knew nothing about live critters except maybe for cats. “A boys’ school doesn’t exactly follow along the lines of one of your big-city corporations.”

      Her eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you saying?”

      “For Caleb’s sake, I hope you know something about dealing with kids.” He gripped the mug again.

      “I told you, my job is behind the scenes. And from here I do it all. Budgets, schedules, spreadsheets, insurance—” she gestured around the office again “—and whatever admin work needs to be done. And I have other experience that makes me qualified to deal with the boys. I’m sure they’ll be much easier to work with than some men.” She eyed him steadily.

      No trouble catching any of that. Irritation had made her bite off every word.

      “By the way,” she said in the same clipped tones, “since you’re determined to share the house, then we’ll be taking turns with the meals.” Over the rim of her mug, her eyes gleamed.

      She thought she’d one-upped him.

      He’d go her one better—though he knew the reaction he would get. “I don’t cook.” As she opened her mouth to protest, he added, “I’ll take my meals with the ranch hands in the bunkhouse.”

      “That’s fine with me.”

      “Right,” he said under his breath.

      “What?”

      “Right. Glad we’ve got that settled. As for the rest—” he looked around the room, then forced a smile “—I’m not a fan of organized chaos. You do your job, I’ll do mine. And we’ll stay out of each other’s way.”

      Chapter Four

      “The supply sheds still need to get stocked,” Caleb said as he and Ryan stood in the horse barn, after their return from inspecting the western boundary. “The larger one first, since we’ll start off grazing the herd near there.”

      Ryan nodded and made a mental note. “I’ll add it to the list.” He had spent the morning with Tony and a couple СКАЧАТЬ