The Renegade Cowboy Returns. Tina Leonard

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СКАЧАТЬ portobello mushrooms.” He leaned over to kiss Moira on the cheek, tipped his hat to Chelsea, and said, “Who’s this beautiful girl?” to Cat, who blushed, to Chelsea’s delight.

      “My daughter, Cat,” Gage supplied. “Sit down, Jonas.”

      “I will.” He sat down easily, filling his glass from the tea pitcher. “Hi, Cat. You like it here?”

      “Not really,” she said with her characteristic tact. “But will you please say grace for us? Miss Moira says you will, and we’re starved. Dad’s been working hard today.”

      Jonas laughed. “Good for him. And I’m happy to say grace, thank you for the honor.”

      They bowed their heads, and Jonas said grace, and then everybody began filling their plates with Moira’s good cooking. Chelsea was amazed by how well Cat seemed to fit in, with just a smidgen of guidance and structure. She caught Gage watching her study his daughter, and busied herself with the chicken and vegetables. I’m getting too involved. It’s none of my business. I’m here to write, and get my heroine out of her tangle, and take care of my mother.

      Not get love-struck over a footloose cowboy.

      “Fiona says to tell you hi, Miss Moira,” Jonas said.

      “When’s she coming out to see me?” Moira asked.

      “Actually, I’m to remind you all of the Fourth of July picnic at the ranch. You’ll be there, won’t you?” Jonas looked at Chelsea and then Gage.

      “I will be,” she said.

      “We can all drive out together,” Gage offered.

      “Splendid.” Jonas grinned. “You know, Aunt Fiona said you would all get along like peas in a pod, and she’s never wrong about these things.”

      Chelsea’s gaze caught Gage’s by accident, and she felt herself blush—just like Cat.

      Jonas grinned at her, looking like a man who was enjoying his charmed life a bit too much. Chelsea frowned at him, letting him know she didn’t appreciate his statement, and he laughed.

      She was going to stab him with a fork, she vowed, if he thought about trying any of the Callahan matchmaking games on her.

      “How’s the writing, Chelsea?” Jonas asked, trying to get on her good side, probably having noticed the steam coming out of her ears on his behalf.

      “Fine,” she said, her tone sweet for the sake of table manners, but with a definite edge of don’t bother.

      “She’s still stuck,” Cat said, “but Miss Moira says if we shut her up in her room for a few days, sometimes that works. And sometimes a change of scenery helps, too.”

      Jonas snapped his fingers. “Speaking of that, I need the two of you to run an errand for me.”

      Chelsea felt her eyes narrow. “The two of who?”

      “You and Gage, my two trusted house sitters.” Jonas waved a fork expansively. “I need you to go sweet-talk two peacocks out of our neighbor to the north, a Ms. Ellen Smithers.”

      “Peacocks?” Chelsea said. “Why peacocks and why us?”

      “I want two peacocks out at Rancho Diablo, and maybe here, once we get things settled. Ms. Smithers doesn’t like us. Or at least she didn’t like the man who used to own this house. I’ve talked to her on two occasions, even took Sabrina with me. Both times the answer was an enthusiastic no.” He grinned. “She’s a stubborn thing. But Ms. Ellen doesn’t know that I’m not above using a decoy to get what I want.”

      “And you want peacocks?” Gage asked.

      “Always have.” Jonas nodded. “The kids’ll love ’em. Cat, be prepared that when you come to Rancho Diablo, there’s a lot of babies, and a lot of toddlers running around.”

      “Great. Sesame Street-a-palooza,” Cat said ungraciously.

      “Nope. We don’t watch much TV at the ranch. Too busy.” He winked at her. “You’ll see. You’re just about the right age to be a great babysitter.”

      Cat shuddered. “My friends are never going to believe the summer I’m having.”

      “That’s right,” Jonas said, his tone jovial. “We’ll take lots of pictures for you to show your friends.”

      Gage shot his daughter a warning look. Cat lowered her head. “Thank you.”

      “Can you leave tomorrow?” Jonas asked. “I can stay over tonight in Tempest. I’d love to take the peacocks back with me.”

      “Tomorrow? Jonas, I was going to discuss the plans for the barn and bunkhouse with you tomorrow, and—”

      “Always time for that. Running out of time to get peacocks on the ranch for the Fourth. I want this year to be special. Can I count on you, Chelsea?”

      She didn’t want to sound reluctant like Cat, but she was. Not meeting Gage’s gaze, she said, “I have no knowledge of peacocks, or buying peacocks, Jonas.”

      “That’s my girl,” he exclaimed, as if she’d said “Absolutely, I’d love to.”

      Moira had been silently watching the interchange with a smile on her face. “Now that that’s all settled,” she said, “who wants cake?”

      Chapter Six

      “I’ve known you two days, and Jonas has got us chasing peacocks.” Gage shook his head as he steered the truck onto the highway bound for Colorado. “Peacocks.”

      Beside him, Chelsea looked out the window. “I’m surprised Cat wanted to stay with Mum.”

      “What teenage girl wouldn’t rather go on a wild peacock chase?” Gage was somewhat annoyed with his boss, but to be honest, there were some perks to being on the road.

      Namely, his shotgun rider wasn’t too hard on the eyes.

      “The upside is that we won’t be gone long. It’s a long day at the most.” He was trying to comfort Chelsea, probably not doing too good of a job. Her deadline was heavy on her mind. He understood deadlines. The fact that Jonas didn’t seem as pressed about getting started on the plans for the ranch as Gage was put him on edge. He’d allotted six months for this job, hoping to wrap it up in four, depending on how fast he could secure building permits. This was no long-term job for him—Jonas knew that.

      “What if this Ms. Ellen Smithers doesn’t want to sell us peacocks?”

      “Not our problem. We’ll give it our best shot.” Gage shrugged. “Personally, I couldn’t care less about Jonas’s damn birds.” Thinking about birds made him think about his daughter preferring to hang back with Moira and Curly and Mo. He hoped Cat didn’t call her mother and mention that he’d left her behind with a woman she’d just met. Leslie would probably have a fit.

      “Still, Jonas seems to have his heart set on them. I can’t believe Ms. Smithers is so ornery СКАЧАТЬ