The Pines Of Winder Ranch. RaeAnne Thayne

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СКАЧАТЬ been to rearrange his schedule and delegate as many responsibilities as he could to the other executives at Southerland, he wouldn’t have missed this moment for anything.

      With his own mother, he hadn’t been given the luxury of saying goodbye. She had been unconscious by the time he could reach her.

      He supposed that played some small part in his insistence that he stay here to the end with Jo, as difficult as it was to face, as if he could atone in some small way for all he hadn’t been able to do for his own mother as a frightened kid.

      Her love of sunshine notwithstanding, Jo lasted outside only another fifteen minutes before she had a coughing fit so intense it left her pale and shaken. He didn’t give her a choice this time, simply scooped her into his arms and carried her inside to her bedroom.

      “Rest there and I’ll find Easton to help you.”

      “Bother. She...has enough...to do. Just need water and...minute to catch my breath.”

      He went for a glass of water and returned to Jo’s bedroom with it, then sent a quick text to Easton explaining the situation.

      “I can see you sending out an SOS over there,” Jo muttered with a dark look at the phone in his hand.

      “Who, me? I was just getting in a quick game of solitaire while I wait for you to stop coughing.”

      She snorted at the lie and shook her head. “You didn’t need to call her. I hate being so much of a nuisance to everyone.”

      He finished the text and covered her hand with his. “Serves us right for all the bother we gave you.”

      “I think you boys used to stay up nights just thinking about new ways to get into trouble, didn’t you?”

      “We had regular meetings every afternoon, just to brainstorm.”

      “I don’t doubt it.” She smiled weakly. “At least by the middle of high school you settled down some. Though there was that time senior year you got kicked off the baseball team. That nonsense about cheating, which I know you would never do, and so I tried to tell the coach but he wouldn’t listen. You never did tell us what that was really all about.”

      He frowned. He could have told her what it had been about. Tess Jamison and more of her lies about him. If anyone had stayed up nights trying to come up with ways to make someone else’s life harder, it would have been Tess. She had made as much trouble as she could for him, for reasons he still didn’t understand.

      “High school was a long time ago. Why don’t I tell you about my latest trip to Cambodia when I visited Angkor Wat?”

      He described the ancient temple complex that had been unknown to the outside world until 1860, when a French botanist stumbled upon it. He was describing the nearby city of Angkor Thom when he looked down and saw her eyes were closed, her breathing regular.

      He arranged a knit throw over her and slipped off her shoes, which didn’t elicit even a hint of a stir out of her. That she could fall asleep so instantaneously worried him and he hoped their short excursion outside hadn’t been too much for her.

      He closed the door behind him just as he heard the bang of the screen door off the kitchen, then the thud of Easton’s boots on the tile.

      Chester rose from his spot in a sunbeam and greeted her with delight, his tired old body wiggling with glee.

      She stripped off her work gloves and patted him. “Sorry it took me a while. We were up repairing a fence in the west pasture.”

      “I’m sorry I called you in for nothing. She seems to be resting now. But she was coughing like crazy earlier, leaving blood specks behind.”

      Easton blew out a breath and swiped a strand of hair that had fallen out of her long ponytail. “She’s been doing that lately. Tess says it’s to be expected.”

      “I’m sorry I bugged you for no reason.”

      “I was ready to break for lunch. I would have been here in about fifteen minutes anyway. I can’t tell you what a relief it is to have you here so I know someone is with her. I’m always within five minutes of the house but I can’t be here all the time. I hate when I have to leave her, but sometimes I can’t help it. The ranch doesn’t run itself.”

      Though Winder Ranch wasn’t as huge an operation as the Daltons up the canyon a ways, it was still a big undertaking for one woman still in her twenties, even if she did have a couple ranch hands and a ranch foreman who had been with the Winders since Easton’s father died in a car accident that also killed his wife.

      “Why don’t I fix you some lunch while you’re here?” he offered. “It’s my turn after last night, isn’t it?”

      She sent him a sidelong look. “The CEO of Southerland Shipping making me a bologna sandwich? How can I resist an offer like that?”

      “Turkey is my specialty but I suppose I can swing bologna.”

      “Either one would be great. I’ll go check on Jo and be right back.”

      She returned before he had even found all the ingredients.

      “Still asleep?” he asked.

      “Yes. She was smiling in her sleep and looked so at peace, I didn’t have the heart to wake her.”

      “Sit down. I’ll be done here in a moment.”

      She sat at the kitchen table with a tall glass of Pepsi and they chatted about the ranch and the upcoming roundup in the high country and the cost of beef futures while he fixed sandwiches for both of them.

      He presented hers with a flourish and she accepted it gratefully.

      “What time does the day nurse come again?” he asked.

      “Depends on the nurse, but usually about 1:00 p.m. and then again at five or six o’clock.”

      “And there are three nurses who rotate?”

      “Yes. They’re all wonderful but Tess is Jo’s favorite.”

      He paused to swallow a bite of his sandwich then tried to make his voice sound casual and uninterested. “What’s her story?” he asked.

      “Who? Tess?”

      “Jo said something about her that made me curious. She said Tess had it rough.”

      “You could say that.”

      He waited for Easton to elucidate but she remained frustratingly silent and he had to take a sip of soda to keep from grinding his back teeth together. The Winder women—and he definitely counted Easton among that number since her mother had been Guff’s sister—could drive him crazy with their reticence that they seemed to invoke only at the most inconvenient times.

      “What’s been so rough?” he pressed. “When I knew Tess, she had everything a woman could want. Brains, beauty, money.”

      “None of that helped her very much with everything that came after, did it?” Easton asked quietly.

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