The Rancher's Request. Stella Bagwell

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СКАЧАТЬ from Juliet. “I picked it out myself. But I don’t have a mother. She died when I was six.”

      Juliet was suddenly struck with empathy for the girl. Looking at Gracia was like seeing herself twelve years ago.

      Gently, she reached over and stroked a strand of gold-brown hair lying on Gracia’s shoulder.

      “My mother died when I was eight,” Juliet told her. “So you don’t have to tell me how awful it is. I understand.”

      Gracia’s head twisted back around and she looked at Juliet with surprise. “Your mother died, too? Really? How come?”

      Juliet’s heart squeezed as faded memories of her ailing mother drifted to the forefront of her thoughts. Eva Madsen had been a softspoken, gentle woman who’d made Juliet’s world a magical place with smiles and laughter and a loving hand. When she’d passed away from cancer, Juliet’s life had never been the same.

      “She was sick for a long time and could never get well.”

      “Oh. My mother got hurt on a horse and died all of a sudden.”

      Juliet was suddenly thinking about Matt and how the tragedy must have affected him. He seemed such a stern, unyielding man it was hard to imagine him grieving. But people dealt with personal loss in different ways. For all she knew, the ranch manager might still be mourning his wife’s death.

      “I’m sorry, Gracia. But sometimes bad things happen to nice people.”

      She gave Juliet a solemn nod as though she’d already accepted such a fact. “Do you have a stepmom?”

      Juliet shook her head. “I only have a father and no brothers or sisters.”

      A petulant look suddenly stole over the young girl’s sweet face. “Me, too. And that’s why I don’t like being inside today—with the wedding going on. My daddy won’t—”

      “Gracia! Finally, I’ve found you!”

      Matt’s voice interrupted his daughter’s words and both girl and woman looked over their shoulders to see him rapidly descending upon them. The cowman’s strides were long and purposeful, his expression dour. Juliet felt herself bracing for his presence and when his eyes zeroed in on her face, she unconsciously rose to her feet.

      “You! What are you doing out here with my daughter?” he asked sharply.

      How could she have had one sympathetic thought for this man, Juliet wondered. Too bad she hadn’t managed to get that slap off. Whacking his jaw would have given her supreme pleasure.

      “I’m trying to get to my car and go home.”

      His jaw tightened. “That’s not what it looks like to me.”

      “You don’t know what anything looks like,” Juliet shot back.

      His gaze settled on her lips and Juliet felt her cheeks fill with unaccustomed heat. Had she actually kissed this man? It seemed impossible and yet all she had to do was look at him and her lips burned with the memory.

      “I warned you to stay away from my family, Miss Madsen. And my daughter is definitely off-limits to—”

      “Daddy!” Gracia exclaimed as she jumped to her feet and stared at him in horrified embarrassment. “What are you doing? Juliet is my friend and—”

      Stepping forward, he placed a hand on his daughter’s slender shoulder. “Juliet is not your friend. You don’t even know the woman.”

      The girl shot Juliet a wounded look, then stabbed her father with a tearful gaze.

      “Juliet is my friend,” she practically shouted. “And you’re being mean and bossy! You never want me to have any friends. Never!”

      Jerking away from her father, the girl took off in an awkward run toward the house. It was all Juliet could do not to race after her. The child needed comfort and understanding; two things that she obviously wasn’t going to get from this man. But it wasn’t her place to give his child solace and he’d be the first one to point that out.

      “Feel good now?” Juliet quipped. “Now that you’ve gotten her away from the evil reporter?”

      Matt jerked his gaze off his daughter’s retreating back to scowl at Juliet. “Damn it! See what you’ve done! It’s time for pictures and now her face is going to be all red. You’re a real piece of work,” he gritted.

      Forgetting what happened the last time she got close to him, Juliet stepped right in his face. “Your daughter and I were doing just fine until you butted in. But you were so dead set on insulting me that you didn’t care whether you hurt and embarrassed her. God, what a cretin you are!”

      “If I knew what that meant—”

      “It means you have the mental equivalency of an idiot!” she interrupted hotly. “If you haven’t looked lately, your daughter is hurting. You ought to focus a little of your time on her instead of worrying about your family’s past skeletons!”

      Once she’d blasted the words at him, she turned on her heel and began to march in the direction of her car.

      Behind her, Matt yelled, “My family doesn’t have any skeletons!”

      Juliet paused long enough to glance back at him. “Everyone has skeletons, Mr. Sanchez. Even you.”

      Chapter Two

      “I tried, Mr. Gilbert, but Mr. Sanchez practically booted me off the ranch. He made it clear in no uncertain terms that he doesn’t want any such stories in the paper about his family. And frankly, sir, I think you’d have a lawsuit on your hands if you did print anything containing the legend of the buried money or the old man’s murder.” Juliet tried to reason with her boss.

      It was Monday morning, two days after the Sandbur wedding, and the editor of the Fannin Review was pacing around Juliet’s small office like a man possessed. He wasn’t happy about her failure to dig up personal information on the ranch’s old matriarch and the money she’d supposedly buried to keep from her husband. But then David Gilbert was never happy. Heading toward his sixtieth birthday, he was a frail man with thinning brown hair and a perpetual frown. He’d taken over the reins of the weekly newspaper from his father, who’d died unexpectedly only a few short weeks after he’d retired. From what Juliet could see, he was a man who privately wished he were anywhere but at his job.

      “Let him try. Just because that family is probably the richest in Goliad County doesn’t mean he can keep the press from public information.”

      Dear Lord, the man sounded as if he was running some newspaper on Capitol Hill in Washington, instead of a weekly review of small town Texas life, Juliet thought.

      Sitting comfortably behind her desk, she tried not to groan out loud with disbelief. “I’m not sure his family’s money is public information, Mr. Gilbert. They just might take you to task.”

      The older man stopped to toss a challenging look her way. “Just let them. I’ll be ready. In the meantime, I want you to see what else you can find about the matter. Dig through our old archives, I’m sure there will be something on Nate Ketchum’s СКАЧАТЬ