The Rancher's Holiday Hope. Brenda Minton

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      As the helicopter cleared the tree line, she began to breathe. She had survived. Making her way to one of the patio sets on the wide stone-tiled front porch, she sat on the wrought-iron chair, and enjoyed the scent and the sounds of country life. The horses grazing in the field, pulling at the drying winter grass. In the distance a tractor moved a big, round bale of hay.

      Peace, that’s what she’d found here, in Hope. Peace was what she felt a short time later as she retrieved a cup of tea and returned to the front patio to sit and make notes on future events that would be held at the venue. She had a meeting scheduled for four o’clock. In her current state of mind, she almost hoped they would cancel.

      Time slipped away as she worked, sipping on tea that had grown tepid. She glanced up when she heard a truck coming down the gravel road from the main house. It stopped and Isaac West jumped out, shoving his hat down on his head as he did. She turned and headed for the front doors of the building. He followed close behind.

      “Why are you here?” she asked as she headed to her office.

      He caught up with her. “What? I don’t look like the kind of guy who just shows up.”

      “Not generally.”

      “I am the kind of guy wo can be here for a friend.”

      “Go. Away.” She took a seat behind her desk and picked up a file. “St. James/Barton Wedding” she’d written across the front. Max’s sister.

      Melody St. James was twenty-five, had been dating Andrew Barton for five years and had her wedding planned to the last detail. That made Sierra’s life strangely complicated. When a young woman had been dreaming of her special day for years, it was difficult to help her match reality to her fantasy wedding.

      It dawned on her then why Isaac had appeared at just the right moment to bother her. “He sent you, didn’t he?”

      “He?”

      “Max St. James. That’s how you arrived at just the right time. Of all the interfering...”

      Isaac cleared his throat. “Did you get off to a bad start with my old friend?”

      She ignored the question.

      “I don’t need to be checked on. I’m very capable of taking care of myself.”

      Isaac kicked back in the chair opposite her and had the nerve to put his booted feet on the corner of the oak desk that happened to be her pride and joy. It was an antique, passed down through generations. Not generations of her family, but a family.

      “Get your feet off my desk,” she growled.

      He quickly moved his feet to the floor. “Are you okay?” he asked, showing his serious side.

      “I’m fine.”

      He studied her. “It wasn’t a bad thing he did, caring enough to call and have someone check on you.”

      “He doesn’t know me. It was intrusive. I’m not sure why he felt he had a responsibility to call in a welfare check on me.”

      Isaac’s expression went from serious to amused and she was thankful. Amused, she could deal with.

      “You’re so prickly sometimes.”

      “I’m not.” She opened the wedding file. “I’m fine and I have work to do.”

      “Right.”

      She looked up, seeing the skeptical expression of a man she considered a friend. “I survived it. There, that’s honesty for you. I can admit that it took me by surprise. It’s been at least a year since I’ve had a flashback. But I’m still standing and that’s a win.”

      “That’s always a win.”

      “I’m fine,” she repeated.

      “I never said you weren’t,” Isaac said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

      Sierra sat back in her chair. She rubbed her hands down her face and sat silent for a moment, face buried, trying to think of something that would put his mind at ease. “I heard the helicopter, but I held it together. I was nice to a child. I made sure she was safe.”

      “If you were nice to a child, that’s a definite win.”

      “You know I’m not fond of them. And this one—” She shuddered. “She’d been outside and she had that outdoor kid smell. You know the one.”

      “Yeah, I know.” He leaned back, deceptively relaxed. “You have to let people in, you know. Friends. Family. You can’t always shut down and keep people out of your space.”

      “I know that. But I don’t trust easily.”

      He arched a brow. “Isn’t that the truth. I’m still not sure if you trust me.”

      “I do trust you. I just don’t trust you to stay out of my business.” She smiled.

      They sat there in silence for a few minutes and she knew that there was more. Isaac could be intrusive. He knew when to push. He also knew when to give a person space. He was still here, watching her, waiting.

      In the silence, she had too much time to think. Her mind kept replaying the moment when Max St. James walked up to her, dark-skinned, curly hair, piercing gaze. She’d been taken aback by his presence, by him. Unfortunately she hadn’t seen the last of him. The file sitting on her desk meant that he would be in her life for the next couple of months as she planned Melody St. James’s wedding.

      “Will you be at the holiday dinner this Sunday after church?” Isaac finally asked, breaking the silence.

      “Holiday dinner?” She had no idea what he was talking about.

      “The Hope Community Church holiday dinner. We have it on the last Sunday in November every year. It’s open to the community, so we serve food all day, because we never have enough room for one big sit-down dinner.”

      “And what do you want me to do?” She asked because she knew from his tone that there was more. He wanted her involved. They all did.

      “I only want you to join us. We’re all still family.”

      Sierra smiled. The residents of Mercy Ranch were more than family. They’d seen each other through some of the roughest times. They kept one another motivated. In the past couple of years, a few of them had gotten married, including Kylie’s marriage to Carson West, Isaac’s brother and the oldest son of Jack West. Jack owned and operated Mercy Ranch. It was his way of giving back to soldiers who had fought and been injured.

      “You want me to help, don’t you?” she asked, knowing his real purpose for bringing up the dinner.

      He grinned. “Yeah, I want you to help.”

      “I’ll help,” she said. She wasn’t excited about it, but it would show them all that she hadn’t closed herself off completely.

      “Good.” He lifted his arm to check the СКАЧАТЬ