Crazy For Lovin' You. Teresa Southwick

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      Maybe she could sidestep his question. “What are you looking for in a rodeo site?” she asked.

      He thumbed his black hat higher on his forehead. “Lots of land, first off,” he said. “There has to be room for vehicle parking and that includes horse trailers and campers. You’re not too far off Interstate 20, so that’s a plus.”

      “What else?”

      “Space for portable grandstands and food vendors, a freestanding corral big enough for the events.”

      “I’ve got that,” she said pointing to the areas encircled by pipe fencing. “Three arenas, and one is long enough for the barrel racing, goat tying, and pole bending events.”

      “I noticed. What I want to know is why.”

      “Why what?” she asked.

      “Why you have three. What do you need them for and why is the dirt soft and churned up?” He met her gaze again and asked, “What have you got up your sleeve?”

      “You make it sound like I’m trying to pull a fast one.”

      “I didn’t mean to.” He turned away from the corral and leaned back against the fence, folding his arms over a pretty impressive chest.

      To distract herself from his masculine pose, Taylor took the brunt of his full-on stare. Then she stepped off the fence and stood up straight. “I’m getting ready to open the ranch to visitors.”

      “You don’t mean a dude ranch,” he said, looking as shocked as when he’d gone backwards into the pool.

      She nodded. “B&B, Texas style. The arenas are for activities—riding, roping. If a greenhorn takes a tumble, soft dirt is more forgiving.”

      “Why?”

      “Because it’s softer and—”

      He shook his head. “I meant why are you altering the operation from a working ranch?”

      “It will still be a working ranch. As long as there’s breath in my body I’ll do that kind of work. But I think that will add to the charm. This is something I’ve always wanted to do—take people with harried lifestyles and show them what silence is like. Give them a taste of a traditional Western lifestyle.”

      “And?”

      She didn’t pretend to misunderstand. Anyone in Destiny could tell him if he asked. “I needed to do something not so closely tied to agriculture. Drought, beef and feed prices, all that can make a financial difference.”

      “Why is that so important now?”

      “I’ve got a mortgage.”

      “Since when?” He frowned. “I thought your dad owned the land outright. Did something happen?”

      “He died. Mom put the ranch up for sale.”

      “Why would she do that?”

      “Why does that surprise you?” she asked, studying the expression on his face.

      “Your family is proud. A pillar of the community. Landowners in Destiny for several generations. It just wouldn’t occur to me that a Stevens would sell out.” A frown settled in his eyes, making his expression dark.

      Was he thinking about her sister? Jensen had sold him out with another guy. At least Mitch believed she had, even though her sister had followed her heart.

      She sighed. “My mother was born and raised in North Dallas, a sophisticated city girl through and through. She was happy here as long as my dad was alive and running the operation.”

      “But not after he was gone?”

      She shook her head. “She missed him. And there were too many memories here. He inherited the land so she had no emotional connection except through him.”

      “But to sell it out from under you,” he said. “That seems a little harsh.”

      “Even for a Stevens,” she finished for him.

      “You said it, I didn’t,” he answered with a shrug.

      “Not that it matters, but she was a Stevens by marriage.” So much for water under the bridge and not holding a grudge. It would be best not to count on any help from him, she decided. “Mom needed the money for retirement in Dallas,” Taylor explained. “She couldn’t stay here and didn’t have the resources to get away. It was her only choice.”

      “And you couldn’t let the land out of the family.” It wasn’t a question.

      Vaguely she wondered how he’d known her so well. “I guess I’m like my dad in that way. It means something to me that there’s been a Stevens on this ranch as far back as anyone can remember. Roots that deep are hard to pull.”

      “I’ve done pretty well without roots.” His mouth hardened into a tight, straight line.

      “I’m not rubbing your nose in it, Mitch. I’m just explaining why I’m in charge now.”

      “Okay. But why a dude ranch?”

      “I’m excited about the prospect of having guests and showing them a way of life that I love. And—” She stopped, wondering if she dared expose even a hint of weakness. But she had little to lose in telling him. “I think I can make this place profitable.”

      “What happens if you don’t?”

      That was something she’d tried not to think about. All her energy had gone into positive planning. She kept telling herself failure was not an option. Now she was almost ready to open the chute and she was scared to the bone.

      “Taylor?”

      “If it doesn’t work, I could lose the ranch,” she said quietly. “Mom and Jen would help, but I want to do this on my own.”

      “I’m guessing that by holding the championships here you’ll get publicity and word-of-mouth endorsements.”

      “That’s right. If the right folks have a positive experience, the PR would be invaluable. Not to mention—”

      She stopped. She was already lucky he hadn’t laughed her from here to Fort Worth. There was no way he would actually help her unless it served his needs at the same time.

      “What?”

      “Nothing,” she said. She turned away and started back toward the house.

      Mitch fell into step beside her. “Tell me.”

      “First you tell me whether or not you’re going to give me the go-ahead to have the event here.”

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