Trusting The Cowboy. Carolyne Aarsen

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      The words of a song she had been singing lately slipped into her mind, and she latched on to them. Men might not be able to give anything up for loved ones, but Christ had.

      Which only reminded her again that she needed to be self-sufficient and self-reliant.

      “No. Of course not.” But Drake’s hasty answer, and the way he fluttered one hand in a defensive gesture, told her that he had, indeed, thought exactly that.

      She tried not to feel overly sensitive, reminding herself that Drake knew nothing about her other than what her father had told him.

      “So I’m guessing you’re here to officially check in,” Drake said, settling into his chair behind his desk.

      “Or clock in,” Lauren returned. “I wasn’t sure of the protocol, and I did end up coming a couple of weeks earlier than anticipated.” Getting laid off was a stark motivator.

      “No. It’s fine.” Drake gave her an apologetic smile. “I know your father had his reasons for doing this, and just for the record, I tried to talk him out of it. Tried to explain to him that it could come across as being manipulative.”

      Lauren shrugged. “Let’s be honest here. Like Jodie said after the funeral, it seemed he never gave us anything without strings attached.”

      Her words came out more bitter than she’d intended. Though she and her father hadn’t had the adversarial relationship he and Jodie had, they hadn’t been close, either.

      “I’m sorry, but at least not all three of you had to stay here. You can decide what to do after your two months are up.”

      Lauren heard the unspoken question in his voice and decided to address it directly.

      “Erin said she would go along with whatever decision I make, but you may as well know that we will be selling the ranch.”

      “To Vic?”

      Lauren shook her head. “No. I have a buyer lined up. A client from the firm I worked...used to work for. He has various real estate holdings and has been looking for another investment opportunity. When I told him about the ranch, he was interested.”

      “But Vic has rented your father’s land for the past three years. I thought they had an agreement.”

      “Is that going to be a problem?” Lauren straightened, leaning forward, her heart racing at the thought that he might jeopardize the sale. She would receive one-third of the proceeds, and she would need every penny of that for her new business venture. A venture that she was in a rush to put together after losing her current job. “Does he have a legal right to the property?”

      “As far as I know, your father never gave me anything in writing, if that’s what you’re concerned about. I believe it was a handshake deal. Not uncommon around here.”

      “So I have no legal obligation to sell it to Mr. Moore?”

      “None whatsoever. But I do have to warn you, your father was thinking of drawing up something legal for Vic. If that is the case, and this paper does show up, it will need to be dealt with.”

      “Had he mentioned a price?”

      Drake gave her a number.

      It wasn’t close to what her potential buyer was offering. “And if such documentation isn’t found?”

      “Then he has no claim.”

      Relief flooded her. “That’s good to know. I don’t want anything preventing the sale.” Or forcing her to sell it to Vic at a significantly reduced price.

      As far as she knew, Jodie hadn’t found any paperwork, so it seemed they were in the clear.

      “A word of advice, if I may, Lauren,” Drake continued. “You might want to give him a chance to counteroffer or at least match what your buyer is willing to pay.”

      “Of course. I could do that.”

      “I know he was hoping to get the ranch for his younger brother, Dean.”

      Lauren dredged her memory and came up with a picture of a young man who partied hard and spent the rest of the time riding rodeo. And trying to date her twin sister, Erin. “Dean is ranching now?”

      “Not at the moment. He was injured in a rodeo accident a while back. Vic leased your father’s ranch with an eye to adding it to his holdings and making room for Dean.”

      “Tell Vic to talk to me if he wants to make an offer. He’s waiting to see you next.”

      “Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

      Lauren thought back to the anger he’d revealed when she told him she had a buyer, then shook her head. “No. Better if it comes from a third party.”

      “Okay. I’ll tell him to come up with some numbers.” Drake tapped his pen on the open file in front of him. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

      “Not right now. Like I said, I wanted to check in.”

      Drake leaned back in his chair, looking as if he had a few more things he wanted to discuss, then he shook his head and stood up. “Okay. You know how to get in touch with me if you have any further questions.”

      She got up and Drake came around the desk to escort her to the door. But before he opened it, his eyes caught hers, his expression serious. “Again, I’m so sorry about your father. I wish you girls had had a chance to get some closure in your relationship before he died.”

      “Jodie mentioned some letters that Dad wrote to each of us before he died. Maybe that will help.”

      “He was a sad and lonely man,” Drake said.

      Lauren forced back her initial response and the guilt that always nipped at her. “I know we should have come to visit more often,” she agreed. And that was all she was going to say. The burden of guilt shouldn’t lie so heavy on her shoulders. Her father could have initiated some contact, as well.

      She thanked Drake again and walked through the door.

      Vic still sat there, but as she came out, he stood, his hat in his hand, his eyes on her. The gesture seemed so courtly, and for some reason it touched her.

      “I need to talk to you” was all he said, his words clipped.

      Lauren did not want to deal with this right now.

      “I’m going to presume it has to do with your agreement with my father,” she said, weariness tingeing her voice, dragging at her limbs. She felt as if she’d been fighting this exhaustion for the past year. The stress of losing her job and trying to start a new business, and now needing to fulfill the terms of her father’s will, had made every decision seem momentous. Impossible.

      “Can we talk now? Can I buy you a coffee at the Grill and Chill?”

      “Not really. I just want to get to the ranch.”

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