The Rancher's Mistletoe Bride. Jill Kemerer

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       Chapter Two

      Visions of weddings and twinkle lights and Clint filled Lexi’s head. Well, not all three together. She sprayed glass cleaner on the new desk she’d installed in the front den. Clint was only on her mind because he was on his way over for their first official ranch meeting. She hoped it wouldn’t be awkward. The weddings and twinkle lights were remnants from the weekend, when she’d organized her final wedding of the year.

      Two weeks had passed since she’d hired Clint, and she hadn’t seen him much, except in passing. They’d nod and exchange pleasantries before going their separate ways. Strictly business.

      Strictly business was good. She could pour her energy into weddings, where it belonged. Except she kept thinking back to the night she’d hired him. He’d cooked her soup. Soup! And it had been the best chicken noodle soup she’d ever tasted. She’d indulged in two bowls that night. She’d slept well, too, which was saying something, considering her sleep had been spotty and elusive for a long time.

      After wiping the desk clean, she straightened the shelves and displayed the latest bridal magazines she’d brought back with her from Denver. She moved the floor lamp to the corner and studied it before picking it up once more.

      “Can I help you with that?” Clint stood in the doorway. He wore a plaid navy-and-white Western shirt with jeans and boots, and a file was tucked under his arm.

      “No, just finishing up.” She plastered on her brightest smile. “Come in. Sit down. Would you like something to drink?”

      “No, thanks.”

      “Well, have a seat.” She sat in the swivel chair behind the desk and fired up her laptop. “How is your house? Are you settling in okay?”

      “It’s fine.”

      Didn’t exactly answer her question, but she wasn’t surprised. Something told her their weekly meetings weren’t going to be as conversational as the ones she led in Denver. She was used to chatting about the latest trends in weddings in her chic conference room with her team of creative professionals. Talking about the ranch with Clint would most likely be brief and to the point.

      Clint was currently eyeing her new office. She almost laughed at the frightened look on his face when his gaze landed on her vision board. Swatches of silks, photos of various flowers and motivational quotes in gold calligraphy adorned it.

      She took pity on him and clicked through to the checklist she’d created. “Before we get started, I think you should know I’ve never been involved in ranch operations. Growing up, I helped Daddy move cattle, of course, but...well, you know more about this than I do.” She scanned the notes she’d typed after asking Jerry what to expect on the ranch each month. “Let’s see... I’m assuming the calves have all been weaned?”

      “Yes, they were actually weaned by the time I moved in. We’re keeping a close eye on them. Getting ready to sell. I looked over your winter feed program. We’ll continue your father’s plan this year.”

      “As opposed to what plan?” She enjoyed watching him as he talked. Cattle seemed to loosen his tongue; animation lit his face.

      “The calf sale date is on the books for the second week in December.” He brought his hand to the back of his neck. “But prices will rise after the new year, and if we spent the money to feed the calves longer, they’d weigh more, and we’d get a bigger return on investment.”

      The words bigger return on investment were precisely what she loved to hear. “Do you have numbers?”

      He opened his folder and handed her a sheet of paper. A spreadsheet held the number of cattle, the amount of feed needed through the winter and the estimated calf sale price for every month until March.

      “But what about the drought? Will we have enough hay stored to feed them along with the rest of the cattle?”

      “We would have to supplement with outside feed.” He sounded gruff.

      “Which, I’m assuming, would be expensive.” She wasn’t sure how to read him, so she studied the spreadsheet more carefully. “What you’re suggesting—do you think it would be smarter to wait a few months to sell the calves?”

      He didn’t make eye contact. “I think you should do what’s best for the ranch.”

      “Which is?”

      “There are pros and cons to both.”

      Lexi tapped the desktop with her fingernails. He didn’t seem the wishy-washy type, so why was he dithering? Maybe he’d taken her declaration about having the final say in all decisions personally.

      Or maybe he wasn’t the take-charge guy she needed for the ranch after all.

      Jerry had assured her they had enough hay stored to feed the cattle this winter. But feeding additional calves? Not likely.

      “We’ll stay on Daddy’s plan this year.” Tipping her chin up, she asked, “What else do I need to know?”

      He shifted his jaw before filling her in on the state of the fences, the repairs he and the hands were working on, and other winter preparations.

      “Are you having any trouble with the employees?” She folded her hands and leaned forward across the desk.

      “I’m keeping an eye on Jake.”

      “Jake?” She twisted her lips, trying to remember a Jake.

      “The kid you recently hired. He’s part-time.”

      “Has he done something?”

      Clint shrugged. “A gut instinct. I have a zero-tolerance policy for breaking the rules.”

      “No three strikes you’re out?” she teased.

      “No.” He didn’t crack a smile.

      Hmm... Hard to tell if he had a sense of humor hiding under all his toughness. She tried to picture a kid named Jake again. She made a point to interact with all the employees of Weddings by Alexandra, and she didn’t even know all the people working on her land. It was time to change that.

      “Where will you be this afternoon?”

      “South pasture. Riding the fence line.”

      “I’ll join you. It’s been a while since I’ve ridden the property. You can introduce me to the crew when we saddle up.”

      He opened his mouth as if to protest, then nodded. “Meet me at the stables after dinner.”

      She’d lived in Denver long enough to think of the midday meal as lunch, but around here, she’d better get used to thinking СКАЧАТЬ