Shoulda Been A Cowboy. Charlotte Douglas

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      Rand reached into the top right drawer, withdrew an envelope and slid it across the desk. “Before you open that, there’s something you need to know.”

      “Poor Eileen.” Tears prickled the back of her eyelids. The elderly woman had been more than an employer. She’d been a friend and confidante, a source of unconditional acceptance and affection, more loving and maternal than her own mother. Caroline had known that Eileen was ninety-eight, but the old woman had seemed timeless, and Caroline had expected her friend to be around as long as Caroline remained in the valley. She’d never considered the possibility that Eileen would die before Caroline made her break.

      “I know this is hard for you,” Rand said. “We’re all shocked by Eileen’s death. Especially Brynn. She’s the one who found her.”

      Brynn had resigned as an officer with the police department when she’d married Rand last year and moved to River Walk, the house on Valley Road nearest Blackberry Farm.

      “If it’s any consolation,” Rand was saying, “Eileen’s passing was peaceful. She died in her sleep with a smile on her face.”

      Caroline glanced at the envelope where her name was scrawled in Eileen’s elegant but spidery script. “What is it I need to know?”

      “Eileen left you a bequest.”

      Caroline swallowed hard to keep from sobbing. Dear Eileen. She’d probably provided a small contribution to what she’d dubbed Caroline’s Escape Plan.

      Rand’s next words took Caroline’s breath away. “She left you Blackberry Farm and all her savings.”

      “What?” Caroline reeled with shock. Rand had to be mistaken. “That’s not possible.”

      “I drew up the will myself last year, remember? You were there.”

      “But I didn’t know its contents. I only witnessed her signature. Why would she leave everything to me?”

      “Eileen told me you were like the daughter she never had. She had no living relatives, and she knew you would appreciate Blackberry Farm with its long history in the valley.”

      Guilt stung Caroline as deeply as grief. As the reality of Eileen’s bequest had sunk in, her first thought had been to sell the property. The thousand-acre farm, complete with two houses in addition to the main farmhouse, would bring more than enough money to finance Caroline’s move west and buy the ranch she’d always wanted. Eileen, however, had apparently left her the place with the hope that Caroline would remain in the valley. But her friend’s expectation didn’t make sense. Eileen, more than anyone, had known Caroline’s dreams of owning a ranch out west, far away from Pleasant Valley.

      “Are there conditions to the bequest?” she asked.

      Rand hesitated. “Not exactly.”

      “Not exactly what?”

      “The property and bank account are yours, free and clear. But there’s the letter Eileen left you. She must have sensed she was dying, because it’s dated yesterday. She left me a copy.”

      Caroline’s gaze fell on the envelope again.

      “Read it,” Rand said. “It explains everything.”

      With trembling fingers and conflicting emotions, Caroline opened the envelope and withdrew the letter that Eileen must have produced on the printer that sat beside her well-used computer on her living room desk.

      My dear Caroline,

      If you are reading this, it means that I am gone. Don’t cry for me, child. I’ve had a long and interesting life, and your delightful friendship was one of its high points. I’m happy to leave Blackberry Farm to you. Yes, I know you’re itching to escape the valley, and eventually, if you wish to sell the property and head west, I’ve no objections. But before you go, I have two favors to ask.

      I hadn’t expected to make my exit so soon and have other plans in the works that I need you to carry out for me. First is Hannah, Daniel’s little sister.

      Caroline glanced from the page to Rand. “Daniel? At Archer Farm?”

      The likable teenage boy had been the greatest success of Jeff Davidson’s social experiment. A good kid who’d fallen in with the wrong crowd, Daniel had blossomed under the care and guidance of Jeff’s Marines. He’d become a responsible worker in Jodie’s café, made the Dean’s List at Pleasant Valley High and turned his life around. With his juvenile record sealed by the courts, Daniel was well on his way to becoming a productive citizen.

      “Daniel came from a single-parent home,” Rand said. “His mother’s recent death left his nine-year-old sister alone.”

      With dread settling like bricks in the pit of her stomach, Caroline turned back to Eileen’s letter.

      Rand has made all the arrangements for me to serve as foster mother to nine-year-old Hannah, so she can be near her brother, her only living relative. Hannah is scheduled to arrive next week. You are under no legal obligation—and Blackberry Farm will be yours, regardless—but I’m asking as a favor that you take over guardianship of Hannah, at least until Daniel graduates from high school next year. I’m certain Rand can take care of the legal technicalities.

      Caroline eyed Rand with dismay. “I don’t know anything about children!”

      “Believe me, I can relate,” Rand said with a wry smile. He’d taken custody of his two-year-old nephew last year after the death of Jared’s parents in a car crash. “You have to keep in mind that all first-time parents are new to the experience. It’s a learn-as-you-go proposition.”

      Stunned by Eileen’s first request, Caroline was almost afraid to read the second.

      If the prospect of Hannah hasn’t scared you off, my second request might seem easier. I want you to honor the year-long lease I signed recently for Orchard Cottage.

      Orchard Cottage, Caroline recalled, was the small house at the edge of Blackberry Farm’s apple orchards. Included in the complex were an ancient barn and numerous outbuildings.

      I’ve rented the place to an artist who wants the barn for his studio. He will arrive in a few days. He’s counting on this, and I’m hoping you won’t disappoint him. His payments will provide you some extra income.

      “A tenant,” Caroline said with relief. “That’s not a problem.” Especially compared to a resident nine-year-old.

      Rand lifted his eyebrows. “Keep reading.”

      Leery of what she’d find, Caroline returned to Eileen’s letter.

      As part of the lease agreement, I have promised to provide lunch and dinner daily to the tenant. I had originally figured the arrangement would provide company for me and free his time for his artwork. I hope you can honor this facet of the lease.

      Caroline stifled a groan. A guest for lunch and dinner every day? She might as well be running her own bed-and-breakfast. Then she gave herself a mental shake. How could she not honor Eileen’s wishes after the woman’s incredible generosity СКАЧАТЬ