An Ideal Father. Elaine Grant

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СКАЧАТЬ Got away. So what? It was a damn fish. He would have released it anyway.

      Cimarron reached out to touch Wyatt’s shoulder but stopped short. He shook his head and stood up. What was the point? He didn’t know how to get through to the kid. He was rotten at this daddy charade anyway. He had to find a good, loving home for his nephew—with two parents who knew what they were doing.

      From the corner of his eye, Cimarron saw a flash of movement. Adrenaline jolted his system.

      “Don’t move, Wyatt,” he commanded softly. The child reacted by lifting his head to look at Cimarron. “Don’t move. Stay real still.”

       CHAPTER SIX

      SARAH PRESSED HARD against the cordless screwdriver, forcing the screw into the brittle wood. The soft whirring sound grew weaker by the moment as her batteries lost power.

      “Just two more,” she begged between clenched teeth. She drove another one flush with the plate of the metal hasp. Her screwdriver finally ground to a stop with a few threads left on the last screw, but the result was good enough.

      This was her third latch. She’d been lucky that Harry Upshaw was willing to bring them to her while she finished cleaning up in the café after breakfast. She didn’t tell him why she wanted them and she wouldn’t let him put them on for two reasons. One, it might actually be against the law to padlock the property if Cimarron’s claim was legal, and she didn’t want Harry to get in trouble; and two, she wanted the personal satisfaction of being the one to lock out the man who had stolen her property. Furthermore, she didn’t want Harry or anybody else to know about her predicament right now. Replacing the screwdriver in her toolbox, she threaded a heavy padlock through the loop and snapped it closed, as she’d done on the other two doors of the old house.

      “There, maybe that’ll keep him out for now.”

      She peered across the valley, expecting to see Cimarron return from fishing any minute. She’d watched from her bedroom window early that morning as he stalked off down the trail, fishing gear in hand, with his cute little boy trotting hard to keep up. She wondered about the story behind their odd standoffish relationship, but told herself she probably was better off not knowing.

      Glad to finish her chore without being caught, she hurried back home and put away the tools, then changed into jeans, boots and a sweater and locked her own doors. She got into her small SUV and pulled onto the main road in the direction of the Rocking R Ranch. She needed to get away, to put distance between herself and her problem; to spend the day in the fresh air and solicit advice from Kaycee, who had been her best friend ever since she’d opened the clinic next door to the café two years ago. Sarah loved spending time at the ranch. Something fun was always happening on Sunday afternoons and the high spirits of the kids were contagious.

      As usual, Sarah was greeted by two Australian shepherds and a mutt named Sam that Kaycee had rescued. Four of the seven Rider children raced from the house, waving and shouting when they saw her, and not breaking stride until they disappeared into the darkness of the barn.

      Kaycee greeted Sarah from a paddock across the graveled parking area where she waited with two saddled horses.

      “Come on, I’ve got the horses saddled. Let’s go for a ride.”

      “Wonderful,” Sarah said, climbing the paddock fence to mount her favorite mare and follow Kaycee through the gate.

      Kaycee’s tawny hair was pulled into a ponytail that was looped through the back of a baseball cap. Tall, slender and athletic, Kaycee could manhandle a yearling steer with the best of men and had earned the respect of even the surliest ranchers for her knowledge and quiet competence as a largeanimal vet.

      A woman vet in a tough, mostly male environment, Kaycee could hold her own. Yet Sarah had seen her in tears, too, torn between the career she’d worked hard to build and the man she loved. Sarah would bet Kaycee’s vet skills weren’t what ultimately won the heart of widowed rancher Jon Rider. Probably it had more to do with the smile that lit her green eyes and the loving, nurturing disposition that allowed her to become an instant mother to seven kids under the age of twelve. Never in her wildest dreams could Sarah imagine becoming an overnight mother and suddenly having seven kids. It boggled the mind. Sarah missed having Kaycee living next door at the clinic, but she would never begrudge her friend the happiness that was reflected in her face every day since she’d fallen in love.

      Given a loose rein, the horses meandered along the mountain path. Sarah lifted her face to the warm sunshine, enjoying the peace, letting the gentle sway of the horse’s back relax her a little.

      Kaycee gave her time to wind down for a few minutes before she said, “You sounded upset when you called this morning. Everything okay?”

      “No,” Sarah said abruptly. “Oh, Kaycee, all my wonderful plans have fallen through. My bed-and-breakfast…Everything.” Sarah pressed her lips together to keep from crying. That never solved anything and besides, Kaycee was so strong…She’d never let anybody steal her dreams and neither would Sarah.

      “How?” Kaycee turned in the saddle and tilted her head toward Sarah. “What’s going on?”

      “Some guy just showed up out of the blue yesterday and claimed he owns my bed-and-breakfast. That Bobby sold it to him.”

      “No way! That can’t be right. Bobby wouldn’t do that, would he?”

      “Yes,” Sarah said with a huff. “Yes, he probably would, if it meant money.”

      “You saw where he signed it over?”

      “No, I was too mad to look at anything, but Griff came by last night and checked him out because the nut decided to sleep in his pickup truck in my parking lot. Griff told me that the signature sure looked liked Bobby’s. No criminal background. The sign on the side of his truck claims he’s a restoration expert. Damn it, why did he choose my house to restore?”

      “Did you ask him?”

      “No, I didn’t even want to talk to him.”

      “You’ll have to. You do plan to talk to a lawyer, right?”

      “Yes, I’ll call Nolan in the morning, as soon as I can. I hope there’s something he can do.”

      Kaycee reined her horse to a stop on a bluff overlooking the sweeping river valley that ran between two majestic mountain ranges. Myriad shades of green and blue swirled together with the brilliant flowers of summer. They formed a soothing tapestry that seemed to bring Sarah’s problems into a more manageable focus. Surely she could work something out with this guy. Or break the contract. She was anxious now to talk to her lawyer, to see what options she might have.

      Kaycee leaned on her saddle horn, gazing into the misty distance. “You said he has a sign on his truck. Does he have a Web site? Maybe you could learn more about him.”

      Sarah nodded. “Good idea. I’ve been so overwhelmed since yesterday, I haven’t been able to put two thoughts together. First Aaron didn’t show and my grill finally cratered. Then this guy comes in and drops a bombshell on me. He did fix my grill, though, and he helped me with dinner last night.”

      Kaycee looked askance at her. “Wait. He buys your house, and then you let him help you out?”

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