The Christmas Ranch. RaeAnne Thayne

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      The boy lifted his chin obstinately but after meeting her gaze for just a moment, he looked down at his snowboots. “I didn’t throw a rock,” he insisted, then added in a muffled sort of aside, “It was a snowball.”

      “A snowball with a rock inside it,” she retorted.

      He looked up and gave his uncle an imploring look. “It was a accident. I didn’t mean to, Uncle Rafe. I swear.”

      “Joey.” The uncle said the single name with a defeated kind of frustration, making her wonder what the situation was between the two of them. Where were the boy’s parents?

      “It was a accident,” he repeated. Whether it was genuine or an act, Joey now sounded like he was going to cry.

      “An accident,” she corrected.

      “Whatever,” the boy said.

      “Using proper English is important when you wish to convey your point.” Yes, she sounded prim but six years of combined experience in the Peace Corps and teaching English across the globe had ingrained habits that were probably going to be tough to break.

      “Okay. It was an accident,” he spoke with such dramatic exaggeration that she almost smiled, until she remembered the crisis at hand.

      “That’s better, but I’m still not sure I believe you. I think you were aiming right at my truck.”

      “I didn’t mean to break the window. I wasn’t even trying to hit the window, I was trying to hit the hubcap. My friend Samantha and me are playing a game and we get five points for every hubcap.”

      “My friend Samantha and I,” she said. She couldn’t seem to help herself, even though she noticed the correction only made the uncle glower harder, making him look big and rough-edged and even more dangerous.

      She suddenly felt small and not nearly as tough as she liked to think.

      “Can we deep six the English lessons, lady, and focus on your window?”

      She was nervous, she suddenly realized. Was it because of his military haircut or the muscles or because he was so great-looking? She pushed away the uneasiness and forced herself to concentrate on the real issue.

      “Sorry. Reflex. I’ll stop now. I’ve been teaching English in northern Africa the past few years and was in the Peace Corps before that. I’m just returning to Pine Gulch to visit my family. They live in Cold Creek Canyon and...”

      Her voice trailed off. He didn’t care about that. She cleared her throat. “Right. My window. It was a very dangerous thing you did, young man. Tell your friend Samantha it’s a bad idea to throw snowballs at cars, whether the snowballs have rocks in them or not. You could distract the driver and someone could easily get hurt—maybe even you.”

      The boy gave her a pugnacious sort of look but said nothing until his uncle nudged him.

      “Tell the nice lady you’re sorry.”

      “I don’t think she’s very nice,” he grumbled.

      Again, Hope almost smiled, until she met the man’s gaze and found him looking extremely unamused by the entire situation.

      Humorless jerk.

      “Too bad.” The boy’s uncle—Rafe, was it?—frowned at him. “Tell her you’re sorry anyway.”

      Joey looked down at the snow-covered ground again and then finally met her gaze. “I’m sorry I hit your window and not your hubcap. We don’t get any points for hitting windows.”

      As apologies went, it was a little weak but she would still take it. She was suddenly weary of the whole situation and wanted to continue on toward the Star N and her family.

      “In your defense, that window had a crack in it anyway. It probably wouldn’t have shattered if it hadn’t been for that.”

      “You’re not going to be throwing any snowballs at cars again,” the boy’s uncle said sternly. “And you’re going to tell Samantha not to do it either, right?”

      “But I was winning the contest! She was gonna give me her new Darth Vader LEGO minifig if I won and I was gonna give her my Green Ninja minifig if she won.”

      “Too bad. The lady is right. It’s dangerous. Look at the trouble you’ve already caused!”

      The boy didn’t look happy about it but he finally shrugged. “Fine.”

      “We’ll pay for the window replacement, of course. If you get an estimate, you can have them send the bill to me here. Rafe Santiago. I’ll warn you that I’m only going to be in town for another few weeks, though.”

      The name seemed to strike a chord deep in her subconscious. Had they met before? Something about his hazel eyes—striking against his burnished skin—reminded her of someone but she couldn’t seem to pin down who or where.

      She didn’t remember any Santiagos living in this little house before. From what she remembered of Hope’s Crossing, this had always been a rental house, often used short-term for seasonal workers and such.

      “I will do that.” She held out her hand, deciding there was no reason they couldn’t leave on good terms. “I’m Hope Nichols. You can find me at The Christmas Ranch, in Cold Creek Canyon.”

      At her words, something sparked in those hazel eyes but she couldn’t identify it.

      “Nichols?” he said sharply.

      “Yes.”

      Perhaps he knew her sisters, though Faith went by her married name now, Dustin, and she couldn’t imagine quiet, introverted Celeste having much to do with a rough and tumble man like him. Maybe Joey had caused trouble at the library where Celeste worked. She could believe that—though, okay, that might be a snap judgment.

      “Can I go inside?” Joey asked. “Snow got in my boots and now my feet are freezing. I need to dump it out.”

      “Yeah. Go ahead. Dump the snow off on the porch, not inside.”

      Joey raced off and after a moment, Rafe Santiago—why was that name so familiar?—turned back to her.

      “I’m sorry about my nephew,” he said, rather stiffly. “He’s had a...rough time of it the past few weeks.”

      She wondered what had happened, but when he didn’t volunteer any further details, she accepted it was none of her business. “I’m sorry if I came down too hard.”

      “I didn’t say you did. Whatever he’s been through isn’t an excuse anyway. I’ll talk to him about this stupid contest and make sure he and his friend both realize it’s not a good idea.”

      He gave her another searching look and she had the strangest feeling he wanted to say something else. When the silence stretched between them, a little too long to be comfortable, she decided she couldn’t wait around for СКАЧАТЬ