Rocky Mountain Cowboy. Tina Radcliffe

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      Rebecca looked up at him, standing tall and proud, profiled against the land. For a brief moment she imagined she saw a glimpse of something familiar from years ago and the closeness they once shared.

      That was crazy because yesterday was long gone. Once again Rebecca reminded herself that it was high time to start looking forward instead of behind.

      * * *

      “I’m sorry, Mrs. Simpson, but it’s no longer available.”

      “How can that be? I called before I left Denver to make sure everything was set.”

      Joe turned at the sound of Becca’s voice.

      He’d sidestepped the woman for twelve years, and now he managed to run into her twice in the space of a few hours?

      She stood on the sidewalk of downtown Paradise, and was obviously doing her best to get her point across to a wiry guy as they stood outside the real-estate office.

      How little the years had changed her. He’d been stunned to see her at the fence this morning. The years had tumbled back, and he realized with painful clarity that the tall, lean beauty who’d stolen his heart at sixteen apparently could still tie him in knots.

      The difference was that this time he had a strong rope anchored to his heart, holding down those once generous emotions of his. Only a fool gets burned twice.

      He’d made more than his share of mistakes in his life, and he liked to believe he’d learned from every single one of them. Joe glanced down at his prosthesis, remembering the farm accident that had taken his limb. He pushed the memory away and focused on the here and now.

      Joe glanced back down the street. From a distance, he could feel the tension in the air. He tucked himself back into the doorway of a shop, grateful he stood well behind Becca’s line of sight.

      She pushed strands of dark hair away from her face as she dug in her purse to pull out neatly folded papers. “You took my deposit and my credit-card information. Why, you even mailed me a receipt. I have the paperwork right here.”

      Confusion laced Becca’s voice. To her credit, she maintained her composure, though her hands were clenched tightly around her purse.

      The Realtor adjusted his tie, swallowed and shrugged, obviously avoiding eye contact with her. “I’ve reversed the charges, ma’am. No worries.”

      “No worries?” She blinked and began to gesture with her hands. “No worries?”

      Joe found himself unable to resist listening to the conversation, and at the same time fighting the urge to come to her defense. Why should he? Becca had made it clear a long time ago that she didn’t want him in her life. No, he reminded himself, her return to Paradise and whatever was going on here was none of his business.

      “Are you kidding me?” Becca continued, her voice louder and tight with frustration. “Couldn’t you go inside and check your files again?”

      “No need,” the man returned, his voice low and upbeat in an effort to defuse the situation. “That’s why I stepped outside. I saw you coming, and I thought I’d save you some time.”

      “Okay, so if that rental isn’t available, do you mind telling me what is?”

      “Ma’am, I don’t have anything for you right at the moment. Maybe you could try some of those new condos down by Paradise Lake.”

      “I can’t afford those.”

      “I’m real sorry, Mrs. Simpson. It’s just one of those things.”

      “One of what things?”

      The young man squirmed while gesturing helplessly.

      “Look, I rented the house a month ago. Not only that, but your ad today in the Paradise Gazette says you have at least five summer rentals still available in the area. Now you’re claiming that you have none?”

      “Ma’am, I’m real sorry.”

      Shoulders slumped, Becca shook her head. “This is unbelievable,” she murmured.

      An ache he couldn’t explain gnawed at Joe. Without thinking, he strode down the sidewalk, zigzagging around people, oblivious to a sudden flurry of shoppers creating obstacles in his path, and stepped up to Becca and the real-estate agent.

      “Everything okay here, Becca?”

      Startled, her brown eyes popped open and she looked up at him. “I... I have this under control, Joe.”

      “Doesn’t sound like it to me,” he returned, purposely shooting the other man a scowl.

      “Joe.”

      He met Becca’s gaze.

      “You need to stay out of this. Besides, my business is done here.” She turned on her heel and walked away, her face shielded by a curtain of chocolate-brown waves.

      Behind him, Joe heard the sound of bells as the real-estate agent disappeared into the storefront.

      Joe quickly yanked open the door, setting the bells into a wicked frenzy. The guy behind the desk had a solicitous smile on his face when he turned around.

      Then he saw Joe.

      He straightened and inched back farther behind the desk. “May I help you?”

      “I sure hope so...” Joe glanced at the man’s name tag. “Jason.”

      Jason came out from behind the desk and thrust a hand in greeting. Apparently his plan was to pretend that the incident outside moments before had never happened. “Have we met?” he asked.

      “No, we haven’t. Joe Gallagher. Gallagher Ranch.” Joe looked the other man up and down before offering his prosthetic hand.

      Jason’s eyes widened, and he dropped his own hand.

      “New to town?” Joe asked.

      “Yes, I am. How may I help you, sir?”

      “I want to rent a house.”

      “I’m sure we can fix you up. Anything in particular you’re looking for?”

      “I’d like the one that you were supposed to lease to Rebecca Simpson.”

      Jason’s face paled and he stepped backward, once again effectively putting the desk between him and Joe. “Sir, I don’t recommend that you get involved in that situation.” Tiny beads of perspiration popped out along his upper lip.

      “What situation is that, Jason?”

      The man swallowed hard before darting to the front door and switching the sign from Open to Closed. “Sir, if you’ll excuse me, I’m closed for the day.”

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