The Cowboy Code. Christine Wenger

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СКАЧАТЬ felt bad about that, but knew that it was important for Maggie to spend time with Danny, to bond and rebuild the stable home environment he so desperately needed.

      Her intentions were admirable, but Joe hoped that it wasn’t too late. Why had she let things come to this?

      “Look at all this counter space,” Maggie said, running her hand along the emerald-green granite. “I never have much time to cook, but I love it. I tape all the cooking shows and try different recipes whenever I can.”

      Maggie suddenly froze in place, then slowly turned to him. “Whoa. Am I supposed to cook for everyone in the program?”

      He stifled a smile. “Well, you said you liked to cook.”

      When her eyebrows shot up in shock, he chuckled. “I was just kidding. The ranch has a cook, and he always loves the challenge of a dozen more mouths to feed—a baker’s dozen, counting you.”

      “Joe, am I the only parent or guardian who’s participating?”

      “Yes.”

      She looked like she was about to hit the panic button. “Just me?”

      “We have other counseling components for family members set up post-Cowboy Quest, but you are it as far as an adult and as a female who’s going to actually join the cattle drive.” He grinned. “Twelve teenage boys, six cowboy counselors and you.”

      Maggie raised an eyebrow. “Why am I the only one?”

      “Judge Cunningham asked me to make an exception for you, so I did. Now let me show you to your room.”

      “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

      And it was. He could tell that Maggie appreciated the view of the mountains from the guest bedroom, the balcony off the room with several lawn chairs and a table, the big log bed and the brightly striped Hudson’s Bay blankets that he’d acquired over the years.

      There were several items handed down from his grandparents—his mother’s parents—that impressed her. He’d carefully preserved them in shadow boxes that he’d made and displayed them throughout the house.

      His grandmother’s baskets and several pieces of clothing with her original beadwork, medicine bags—none of it escaped Maggie’s attention.

      “And these photographs…fabulous.” She seemed to be talking to herself, then she turned to him. “Who is the photographer?”

      “My dad. My mother is a travel reporter, and my father was a rancher and a stock contractor. I learned the business from him. But on the day I graduated from college, he drove up the driveway with a mammoth motor home, handed me the keys to this house and said that all five thousand acres were mine—and he was going to see the world with my mom.”

      “Five thousand acres?” Her eyes grew wide. “He just walked away from all of this?”

      “After I tried to talk him out of it, he confessed that he liked being on the road and seeing the world with my mother, that he’d grown tired of the ranch. And of course my mother was thrilled.”

      He’d thought three people loved the ranch as much as he did—Ellen and his parents.

      Damn, had he been wrong!

      And what was wrong with his judgment of people?

      The ranch meant everything to him. It was the reason he woke up every morning and the reason he went to bed exhausted each night. He knew every blade of grass, every animal and every tree on the property. It was his life’s blood.

      Someone like Maggie could never understand that, so he wouldn’t even try explaining it to her.

      “I’ll let you get settled then,” Joe said, then eyed her fancy blouse, slacks and strappy shoes. “I hope you brought some work clothes. If you’d like to change into something warmer, I’ll give you a quick tour of the ranch before the sun sets.”

      “I’d like that.”

      “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

      He settled into his favorite overstuffed chair and prepared to wait a long while for Miss Broadway, but to his surprise she appeared just a handful of minutes later. Obviously she was used to quick costume changes.

      And change she had. Her dark blue jeans fit her snugly in all the right places. A pastel plaid blouse and a sparkly belt topped off her outfit, and it looked like she had on brand-new black cowboy boots.

      He gave a long whistle. “You look like you’re ready to go out on the town. You’re dressed a little too fancy for Cowboy Quest.”

      “Oh.” She shook her head. “My whole wardrobe is like this. I bought out Bloomingdale’s.”

      “Maybe you could go shopping.”

      “There are department stores here?”

      “Sure. The Mountain Springs Feed and Sundries has a whole bunch of clothes next to the fertilizer and tractor parts.” He winked.

      She laughed. “Let’s go.”

      “You think I’m kidding?”

      “I hope you are.” She picked up Calico and rubbed his ears. The cat snuggled up against her neck, pushing and rubbing her head against Maggie. The pure pleasure on Maggie’s face tugged at his heart, yet it troubled him to see the sadness in her eyes.

      “We’ll get to be good friends, Calico. Won’t we?” she asked.

      Calico purred his agreement.

      “I’ve always wanted a pet,” she said. “But my schedule just doesn’t…” She scratched the cat’s ears. “I can’t even take care of Danny.”

      “Yes, you can,” Joe said. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve both been through a terrible loss—it takes time to adjust.”

      The lost look in her eyes made him want to take her into his arms, but Joe forced himself to get back to business.

      “We’ll use the golf cart and follow the Silver River,” Joe said.

      “Sounds good to me.”

      A few minutes later, when she settled in next to him in the golf cart, he caught the scent of some floral perfume that suited her perfectly. The light breeze tossed her blond hair around her face, and he liked it when it brushed his shoulder. Too soon, she restrained it with some kind of clip.

      He reminded himself again that this was business, not pleasure and that thinking about her perfume and hair wasn’t appropriate.

      To make matters worse, the ground wasn’t level here—it was a jarring ride. Maggie kept bumping into him, not that he minded, and every now and then she’d shoot him an embarrassed glance.

      Joe pulled up alongside of the river and drove slower. “Do you have any questions about the program?”

      She looked straight ahead and he heard her inhale. “My СКАЧАТЬ