The Cowboy And The Cop. Christine Wenger

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ have sent a proxy and not wasted our time.”

      Amber was glad that Beaumont had that rule, or all types of speculators hoping to grab up property would descend on their tax auctions. Of course, they could sell the property at any time to whomever they wanted, but Beaumont’s rule added just one more level of making things a little more difficult for out-of-town bidders.

      As soon as the last one cleared the door, Amber closed it and stood against it. “Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Auctioneer. Please proceed,” Amber yelled over the noise of the crowd.

      “Thank you, Sergeant Chapman. Now, let’s start the bidding, folks.”

      When the dust settled, Luke Beaumont and his brothers owned the Beaumont Ranch, or whatever was left of it.

      That hadn’t been his plan. He was just going to pay the back taxes. That’s all. It’d still be in his father’s name.

      But not now.

      According to county rules and regulations, because he had the winning bid, he owned the Beaumont Ranch.

      Since his brothers had pitched in their fair share, sooner or later he’d have to put the deed in their names, too.

      He felt elated and relieved. The ranch had almost slipped through his fingers, but it was back. It was a close call, but, thanks to Amber, there was a positive outcome. Luke was thrilled that he and his brothers were able to preserve and protect his family’s legacy.

      Later, Luke would have to tell Big Dan that he was out and the Beaumont brothers were in. Even though Big Dan didn’t care about the ranch, Luke had a feeling he’d certainly care about the fact that his sons were taking over and going against his wishes.

      But Luke and his brothers felt that their mother wouldn’t have wanted to see the ranch go into disrepair. They’d fix it up in honor of her memory.

      No matter how they sugar-coated what had just happened in the lobby of the courthouse, Luke dreaded his father’s reaction.

      * * *

      As ASSIGNED BY Captain Fitz, Amber had to direct traffic safely out of the courthouse parking lot onto Main Street. She stood in the middle of the street, dividing the traffic into those turning right and those turning left to quickly clear out the parking lot. It was one of those boring jobs that the other deputies hated, and the Cap felt that was perfect for her.

      But she wasn’t going to feel down. She’d just done a fabulous deed in keeping the Beaumont Ranch in the hands of the Beaumonts and away from the hands of outside investors.

      “Well, if it ain’t my daughter the sergeant. What is our pillar of justice doing now?”

      Her father, dressed in greasy coveralls, a greasy baseball cap and greasy sneakers, slapped the back of her crisp white uniform blouse with a hand.

      “I’m directing traffic, Dad. Can’t you see? Get to the curb. You can’t be here in the middle of the traffic with me.”

      “I’ll take full responsibility, Sergeant.”

      “Oh, for heaven’s sake.” She positioned her arms to direct drivers. “What brings you downtown?”

      “I had to go to the license place.”

      That did her heart good. He was doing something according to the law.

      “If I didn’t get my license, you can bet you cops would be all over me.”

      “And I’d be leading the charge,” Amber said, blowing her whistle at a particularly fast car. “Slow down! Tell me what you want, Dad. I’m a little busy here, and, again, I don’t want you to get hurt in this traffic.”

      “I never get a chance to see you, daughter.”

      “Dad!” She blew her whistle at another car. “Spill it or get to the sidewalk and we’ll talk later.”

      “I want you to move back home to the bosom of your family.”

      “The what?” She laughed. “You mean you want me to cook, clean and keep the law off your back.”

      He shrugged. “Guilty. Will you come home?”

      “When pigs fly, Dad.” She knew her father was teasing her, but she’d never leave her cute apartment over the Happy Tea Pot and China Shop unless she was moving out of town for a state police job. “Now get to the sidewalk, please.”

      “Come over for dinner and we’ll discuss. Kyle is picking up some chicken and ribs and those corn muffins that you like from Smokin’ Sammy’s House of Hickory.”

      Yum. She did like Smokin’ Sammy’s.

      “I’ll come over for dinner. Thanks for the invitation.” She smiled. He was so transparent. He knew it, and she knew it. “But I don’t want any talk of me moving in. Wait a minute, you’re not still moonshining, are you?”

      He didn’t answer, but she held up traffic while he walked to the sidewalk. He clutched at his heart. “Amber—I mean, Sergeant Chapman, how can you ask me such a thing? I’m as pure as the newly fallen snow.”

      She laughed at his theatrics. Her father could always make her laugh.

      “What about my brothers?”

      “The same. They ain’t making moonshine.”

      “They’d better not be!”

      “Six o’clock?”

      “I’ll be there, Dad.”

      The traffic had dwindled to a few cars. It was then that she saw Luke Beaumont exit the courthouse and walk to the lot.

      He waved to her and she walked toward him.

      “What luck, huh?” he asked.

      “Huh?”

      “That you had to ask those three guys to leave because of the fire code.”

      “Oh. Yes.”

      “I found out that they were going to bid on the ranch. I’m not sure I could have outbid them. That was a close one.”

      “Good.” Amber nodded. “I’m very happy for you.”

      He chuckled. “I didn’t know that the Beaumont Sheriff’s Department were sticklers for fire code violations.”

      “Oh. We are. Absolutely. It’s very important to enforce all codes as that are on the books.”

      That sounded pompous, but she didn’t want Luke to think that he was receiving special treatment from her because he was a Beaumont.

      Nor did she want him to think she had helped him because she was some kind of devoted fan.

      She did it for the town.

      “I’m off duty, Luke. Do you need a ride?”

СКАЧАТЬ