Counting On The Cowboy. Shannon Vannatter Taylor

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      “Brock McBride. I’m here to apply for the handyman position.”

      “Oh, good. Please tell me you’re qualified.” Landry paused as she worked something on her phone. “I’m Landry Donovan, and this is my sister, Devree Malone.”

      “Nice meeting you, ma’am.” He tipped his hat.

      “My husband is leading a trail ride, but I just texted him and he should be back any minute.”

      “You might have a goat out.” His gaze roamed the room, from the barn-wood ceiling and walls to the massive stone fireplace.

      “Again?” Landry rolled her eyes.

      “The crazy thing climbed up on the chapel roof. It’s a wonder my jittery bride didn’t see him, run screaming and cancel everything.”

      “I found the feed bucket and it went right in the pen.” Brock took his hat off.

      Landry grinned at Brock, then Devree. “Your hero.”

      Her skin heated to boiling. “I said thank you.” She shot her sister a look. “But I’m not in the market for a hero.”

      “Good. Because the goat was out again by the time they left.” His mouth twitched. “Besides, my cape’s at the dry cleaner, and in my experience, damsels are more trouble than they’re worth.”

      “How’s my princess?” Chase entered the great room, his focus solely on Landry. Worry evident in his furrowed brow. “Are you following orders?”

      “I’ve been here all day, I promise. And baby Donovan is kicking up a storm.” Landry motioned to Brock, introduced him and explained why he was here.

      Chase’s frown relaxed and a wide grin took over. “Brock McBride?”

      “The one and only.”

      The two men hugged with lots of back clapping.

      So he’d told the truth about knowing Devree’s brother-in-law.

      “Guess y’all know each other.” Landry rolled onto her side.

      “Brock used to live here. We grew up together. He’s Becca’s son.”

      Landry’s eyes widened.

      “Becca, the housekeeper?” Devree turned to Brock. But her last name wasn’t McBride.

      His face went ashen.

      “She’ll be so excited to see you.” Landry’s mouth curved into a smile. “Does she know you’re here?”

      “Uh—maybe I should come back some other time.” Brock took a step back.

      “No. Timing’s perfect.” Chase slapped him on the back again. “Let’s go to the office. Unless you want to let your mom know you’re here first.”

      “No,” he replied, a hint of dread in his tone. He cleared his throat. “I should have called first. And I have another appointment. I’ll have to get back to you.”

      “But you can’t leave without seeing your mom.” Chase steered him to the foyer. “She’s just upstairs cleaning the guest rooms.”

      Seconds later, the great room door closed.

      “What was that all about?” Devree sank into the chair facing her sister.

      “I didn’t make the connection when he first introduced himself, but Becca mentioned she was married before Ron and worked here back when Chase was a kid. Chase told me he and Brock were friends until Brock’s dad died when he was young and Becca moved away.” Landry scrolled down her phone, tapped and pressed it to her ear. “Becca came back several years ago, but she and Brock have been estranged. She’s longed to reconnect with him for years. And now, he’s here. She’ll be so excited.”

      “Maybe we shouldn’t get involved in their private business. Besides, I think he’s leaving.”

      “He’s probably nerv— Becca. You won’t believe who’s here. Brock,” her sister said, ignoring Devree’s words of caution. “Yes, I’m sure. Chase is in the foyer talking to him as we speak.”

      An audible squeal came through the phone.

      “Hurry, Devree,” Landry begged. “You have to stop him. If he leaves before Becca can get to him, it’ll break her heart.”

      Surely, he wouldn’t leave without seeing Becca. Always so sweet and pleasant—who could be estranged from her?

      She should stay out of it. But if she did, she knew Landry would try to stop Brock from leaving. And her sister didn’t need any more stress. On top of that, the ranch badly needed a handyman.

      Devree dashed toward the foyer.

      * * *

      “Please don’t leave without seeing your mom.” Chase stepped in front of the exit, cutting off Brock’s escape.

      “It’s been a while. I should have called first,” Brock repeated through gritted teeth.

      “Look, I don’t know what happened between y’all. All I know is your mom has pined for you—the entire fifteen years since she came back here.”

      Fifteen years. His mom had been at the dude ranch for that long. Miss City Girl—who’d nagged Dad to move—had come back willingly and stayed? Probably the only place she could find a job, considering her habit. But if his mom was still using, would Chase keep her on? Surely not. Unless she somehow hid her addiction.

      Footfalls behind him; he braced himself.

      “Wait!” The wedding planner.

      He’d enjoyed talking to her, despite their being from different worlds. Until Chase mentioned his mom.

      “Landry called Becca. She’s on her way. You can’t just leave.”

      “I’ll leave when I’m good and ready.” He spun to face her. “And I’m good and ready.”

      She gasped at his outburst and something flashed in her eyes. Hurt.

      “I’m sorry.” He hung his head. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just—there’s history to wade through. And I didn’t bring my muck boots.” He turned and strode for the door, intent on going through Chase if he had to.

      “Brock!” The voice he dreamt about too often for peace of mind echoed down the staircase behind him and took him back in time. Ten years old, sobbing on the social worker’s shoulder, wondering when his mom would come back for him.

      Never.

      For the last fifteen years, she’d been here. And never lifted a finger to try to find him.

      The sound of hurried footsteps descended on his ears.

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