More Than a Cowboy. Cathy Mcdavid

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СКАЧАТЬ where, Liberty suspected, he’d be deposited in Tatum’s care. Mercer rose, disappointment written all over his face. Sunny called over one of the ranch hands and instructed, “Take care of Skittles for me, please.”

      At that moment, droplets of rain started to fall.

      “Shall we head into the house?” Deacon posed the question more as a statement. When Mercer hesitated, his gaze lingering on the closed office door, Deacon helped him along with a tilt of his head in the direction of the house. “I have an appointment after this.”

      Mercer’s shoulders slumped. “Just wanted to meet my grandson.”

      “You will. Later. Don’t push it.” Deacon’s voice was mild but firm.

      The older man ambled toward the John Deere all-terrain Gator they used to drive between the house and arena. Sunny went, too.

      Liberty watched the entire exchange with interest. Mercer’s acute disappointment appeared genuine. And Deacon...this was hardly the shy, keep-to-himself teenager she remembered. He’d taken control of what could have been an explosive situation with tact and authority.

      Apparently, he wasn’t done. Before Liberty could object, he grasped her by the elbow and briskly steered her across the open area. “Come on.”

      Since they wouldn’t be riding with her parents on the Gator—it held only two people—the only other choice was to walk. She’d assumed Cassidy would be the one making the two hundred yard trek with her. Not Deacon.

      “What about my sister?”

      He didn’t miss a beat. “She’ll be along shortly.”

      No argument there. Cassidy wouldn’t forgo this meeting for anything, even a near disastrous run-in between Mercer and her son. Both sisters were eager to know what the future held for them.

      Staring at Deacon’s fingers resting possessively on her elbow, she said, “I won’t run away. I promise.”

      “I believe you.”

      “You can let go of me.”

      “Could.”

      But, obviously, wouldn’t. She had to admit the sensation of him touching her bare skin wasn’t unpleasant. Far from it, actually. When she was thirteen, she’d dreamed of this very scenario. Only then, they were walking in the moonlight instead of a light sprinkle of rain and not on their way to a meeting guaranteed to be stress filled. Oh, and he wasn’t representing her father, either.

      Inside the house, the group convened in the living room. The rain picked up, creating a loud ruckus as it pummeled the roof. Thunder boomed.

      “Help yourself,” Sunny said. She’d arranged for a selection of beverages. Ice water, iced tea and sodas. No afternoon snacks, however. She wasn’t feeling that amicable.

      “You still have this.” Mercer stood in front of an antique pine side table Liberty had seen so often she’d taken it for granted.

      “Of course.” Her mother settled on the far end of the couch, a glass of iced tea balanced in her hands.

      “It was my grandmother’s,” he told Liberty. “She gave it to us when your mother and I got married. Along with that silver tea set over there.” He hitched his chin at the side table in the corner.

      Liberty’s breath caught. Her mother had always said the pieces were passed down from one family member to the next. But not Mercer’s family.

      “I—I didn’t realize,” she stammered, wondering when the surprises were going to end.

      An awkward tension descended on the room as everyone jockeyed for seats. Liberty and Mercer both went for the couch and the empty place next to her mother. He won. Liberty refused to sit next to Deacon on the love seat—too reminiscent of the Flat Iron Restaurant.

      That left only two spots, the more coveted one across the room. Rather than make a big production, she chose the chair adjacent to Deacon. Surely the meeting wouldn’t last more than an hour. She could manage the proximity to him for that long.

      The existing tension promptly escalated when Cassidy arrived, sans Benjamin. Face flushed, clothes damp and invisible daggers shooting from her eyes, she took the last vacant seat, then lit into Mercer.

      “You are not to speak to my son without my permission and without me being present. Do you understand?”

      “My apologies,” he said, his expression sincere. “I thought you’d told him.”

      Liberty attempted to steel her defenses on the chance he was manipulating them. It was harder than it should have been.

      “Are we ready to begin?” Deacon removed a stack of legal-sized papers from his briefcase and distributed a set to everyone in the room. “I’ll give you a few minutes to look these over.”

      Liberty stared at the pages in her hand. The words “Partnership Agreement” were typed in big bold letters, along with a red stamp declaring the document to be a draft.

      Deacon started out by summarizing the agreement. In a nutshell, Liberty’s mother would continue to run the administrative and financial side of the arena business. Mercer would be in charge of the livestock and bucking contracts.

      “What about Walter?” Cassidy asked.

      Liberty was also curious. Their current livestock foreman had been with them for nearly thirty years, promoted from assistant foreman after Mercer left.

      “He’s retiring next spring,” Deacon said. “That’s been his plan all along.”

      Being a regular at the arena, Deacon would know. Walter often chatted about him and his wife moving to Wickenburg in order to be closer to their son.

      “So, you’re getting rid of him early.” Cassidy glared at Mercer.

      “Not at all.” He addressed her for the first time since she’d lit into him about her son. “Walter can stay on until he’s ready. I’m counting on him to show me the ropes.”

      “But you’re demoting him.”

      “His title and pay will remain the same,” Deacon responded. “But he’ll report to Mercer rather than your mother.”

      “What’s his title?” There was no doubt to whom Cassidy referred.

      “What it’s always been. Co-owner.”

      That didn’t go over well. Cassidy stiffened, and Sunny’s lips thinned. Liberty caught herself balling her hands into tight fists.

      “Your duties and those of Liberty will remain the same,” Deacon continued. “You’ll report to both your parents for their respective areas of operation. The rest of the staff will, as well. There’s a detailed listing of job duties in section three, article five.”

      The rustle of papers filled the room as everyone flipped pages. After a moment of silence, the room erupted as question after question was fired at Deacon. He responded with clear, precise explanations. Occasionally, Mercer interjected. Most of their answers СКАЧАТЬ