Wild Ride Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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      Alex continued. “Your brother had a will.”

      She didn’t want to do this. Not here. Not now. She couldn’t talk about Jason. She couldn’t talk about his will. She couldn’t deal with this. “I have to go to work,” she said.

      She was going to deal with all of this—Alex, Jason’s will—someday. But not today. She just didn’t want to do it today.

      “What time do you get off?”

      “Six. But I’m going to be really tired and I...”

      “Why is your phone turned off, Clara?”

      She blinked hard, and yet, no matter how much she wanted him to disappear, no amount of blinking accomplished it. “It’s not a big deal. I don’t use my phone.” She wasn’t paying her bills. That was the truth. There was some money, it wasn’t like she was destitute. But there was something about dealing with the mail right now that felt overwhelming. Envelope after envelope, cards, condolences, bills addressed to Jason like he wasn’t dead. Like he could come back and open them.

      He couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything.

      “I’ve been busy,” she said. “I forgot to pay the bill. That’s all.”

      She wasn’t going to admit her mail gave her anxiety. What kind of twit had mail anxiety?

      Well. She did.

      “And if I come to your house at six tonight are you going to be there? Or am I going to have to stalk you at your favorite coffee place again?”

      She frowned. “Come to think of it, it’s a little bit weird that you were able to find me here.”

      “Not really. I saw you here yesterday when I drove into town. I took an educated guess this morning and decided I would stop in. It’s pretty lazy stalking, all in all.”

      “Lazy stalking isn’t really less disturbing than energetic stalking.”

      “You can avoid all future stalking if we could just talk now,” he said, his expression suddenly turning serious.

      “No,” she said, the denial coming out quickly.

      She really couldn’t deal with this now. She couldn’t deal with discussing Jason in the past tense. Couldn’t deal with talking about his will in a parking lot. Couldn’t face looking at all the things her brother had left behind, his worldly possessions, which no longer belonged to him because he wasn’t part of the world anymore.

      Hell, she couldn’t open a damn phone bill. She wasn’t going to do any of the rest of this.

      “Then we’ll talk later. If I have to camp out in your yard, we’ll talk later.”

      Then he turned and walked back toward his truck, leaving her standing there with her cappuccino.

      She took another sip. “Dammit!”

      She forced herself to swallow it, rather than spitting it out into the gravel, on the off chance Asher was watching.

      She had to get to work now, she couldn’t worry about Alex. Whatever he had to say to her, she would take care of it then. Her life had already been rocked beyond recognition in the past couple of months. There was nothing Alex Donnelly could say that would bring it crumbling down now.

      * * *

      VERY FEW PEOPLE would call Alex Donnelly a coward. He had dodged gunfire, survived a rain of mortar shells—more than once—and worn full tactical gear in arid heat that could practically bake a loaf of bread, or a man’s brains for that matter.

      But he had been a little bit of a coward when he’d allowed Clara Campbell to put off their conversation about her deceased brother’s will.

      The fact of the matter was he had been a coward for the past couple of months that he’d been back in Copper Ridge, and had avoided having the conversation with her at all. He’d had his excuses, that was for sure.

      Some of them were actually valid. Like the time he’d put into investigating the legality of what her brother had asked him to do. And then the time spent going over the letter Jason had left. The one that clarified just why he wanted things this way and made it impossible to deny him.

      Still, Alex had waited to talk to Clara, even after that.

      At first, it had been out of deference to her grief. And after that, because he was trying to get his feet underneath him at the Laughing Irish ranch, which he worked at with his brothers.

      Frankly, after losing his best friend and his grandfather, he’d had enough to deal with without adding Clara to the mix. But it couldn’t be avoided anymore. And when he had discovered her cell phone was turned off, he’d felt guilty for avoiding it as long as he had.

      Clara must be hurting for money. Enough that she had taken a job at Grassroots Winery, and was letting bills go unpaid.

      He’d expected her to call if things were that bad. Hell, he’d expected her to call period. But the way she’d acted at the coffee shop, it didn’t seem like she’d spoken to anyone about the details of Jason’s will.

      Now that he thought about it, if she had, she probably would have come at him hissing and spitting.

      She might still. But she was late.

      Alex pushed his cowboy hat back on his head and looked at the scenery around him. The ranch was small, and so was the ranch house. Rustic. From his position on the front porch—which was squeaking beneath his cowboy boots—he couldn’t see the highway.

      Couldn’t see anything but the pine trees that grew thick and strong around the property, standing tall like sentries, there to protect the ranch and all who lived there.

      “Well, you’re doing a pretty piss poor job,” he commented.

      Because damned if the Campbells hadn’t been through enough. But he was here to make things easier. He knew—was one hundred percent certain—that Clara wouldn’t see it that way initially. But this was what Jason had wanted, and he knew that Jason had nothing but his sister’s best interests in mind when he’d made out his will.

      Alex owed it to his friend to see his last wishes carried out. No question about it.

      He took a deep breath, putting his hands on his narrow hips as he turned a half circle to take in more of the property. The driveway needed to be graveled. It was slick and muddy right now, even though it had been a few days since it had rained.

      There was a truck and a tractor that Alex would lay odds didn’t run, parked off in the weeds, looking like metal corpses left to rust into the earth.

      The place needed a lot of work. It was too much for him to do by himself, let alone one woman. One grieving woman who was having to work part-time on top of doing the general ranch work.

      He figured at this point the place wasn’t really functional. But he was forming some ideas on how to get it working again. On how to make sure СКАЧАТЬ