He laughed. “Maybe when we know each other better.”
He was joking. Unfortunately, his words made her remember her friends’ suggestion from the previous evening. That seducing Rafe was the answer to her problems.
She glanced at him, taking in the straight back and broad shoulders. Was he the kind of lover who took his time and made sure everyone enjoyed the event, or was he selfish in bed? She’d known both kinds of guys, more of the latter than the former.
Not that it mattered, she reminded herself. Sleeping with Rafe would be stupid.
“Is the fence line like this everywhere?” he asked, pointing to the broken or missing posts, the downed line.
“Some of it is in better shape, but only for small sections. What was it like when you lived here before?” she asked before she could stop herself.
“Things were in better shape. Old man Castle might have paid his employees shit, but he cared about the ranch.”
She heard a trace of bitterness in his voice, and knew he had cause to resent what his family had gone through. But she still had trouble reconciling the vision of a hungry little boy with the successful man riding next to her.
“He kept a lot of cattle,” she said, watching the dark, moving shapes in the distance. “They’re everywhere and very wild.”
Rafe glanced at her. “Wild?”
“You know. Feral.”
He laughed again. “Been attacked by a few feral cows, have you?”
“No, but I stay clear of them. They make trouble with the goats. I swear, they come in the night and show Athena how to break out.”
“You’re giving them way more credit than they deserve.”
“I don’t think so.” While he was in such a good mood, even if it was at her expense, she risked a potentially dangerous question. “What does your mom want to do with the ranch?”
“I have no idea. I’d say restore it to its former glory, but it never had much of any. She has an emotional connection to this place. She wants to make it…better. She’s talking about fence lines and fixing up the barn.”
“Does she want to run cattle?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You could ask.”
“Then I’d know, and with my mother, that’s not always a good thing.”
“Not knowing is the reason you’re here now. How come you signed the contract?”
He shook his head. “A few years ago, one of my mom’s friends died unexpectedly. Her affairs weren’t in order and that made a mess for her kids. My mother decided that wasn’t going to happen and made sure she was fully prepared for her eventual passing.”
“That’s both considerate and a little creepy. She’s not that old.”
“I know, but once she gets her mind set on something, she can’t be budged.”
“Oh, so you inherited that from her.” Heidi winced, wishing she could remember to think before she spoke.
“Are you saying I’m stubborn?”
“Pretty much.”
The sun was high in the sky. The temperature was in the mid-sixties and there were no clouds to be seen. Some of the trees were budding, others had pale pink and creamy-white flowers all along the branches. She could hear birds, and if she ignored the wild cattle off in the distance, the moment would be about perfect.
“Part of her plan to get things in order involved me,” Rafe said after a few minutes. “I have to cosign every financial transaction she makes. She uses an online bill-pay, so I’m not involved in those, but every other check or document with a signature comes to me first. It adds up.”
“So, that’s how come you didn’t read the contract to buy the ranch.”
“Yeah. It’s my own fault.”
“Glen’s not a bad man.”
“No one said he is.”
“You implied it.”
“He did steal two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
“But it was for a good reason. To help a friend.”
Rafe stared at her. She met his dark gaze and sighed.
“Your point is, stealing is stealing and trying to justify it doesn’t change the act itself. He was wrong.”
“Something like that,” Rafe admitted. “Glen may not be evil, but he’s not big on consequences.”
Heidi wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Rafe was right about her grandfather. Glen skated through life using his charm to get him out of most of the world’s unpleasantness.
“I don’t suppose it would help to say I’m sure he’s sorry.”
“No.”
They rode in silence for a few minutes. She tried to work up a good indignation or some old-fashioned annoyance, but couldn’t. Sure, Rafe threatened her and her home, and she would do anything she could to stop him from tossing her out, but there was a part of her that understood.
Glen had defrauded an innocent woman, and there was no way to make that okay.
“He took me in,” she said, keeping her gaze on the beautiful, untamed land around them. They were riding east, with the mountains in front of them. Snow was still visible. The snow line would move higher throughout the summer, but it would never completely disappear. The Sierras were too high for that.
“He told us that, but it’s not going to change my mind about him.”
She sighed. “I’m pointing out that he’s not a bad man. And why I’m not furious with him. I’m frustrated, but I know he’s basically a good person. My parents died when I was three. I don’t remember much about them. I’d only met Glen a couple of times, so he was a stranger to me. But he didn’t even hesitate to become my caretaker.”
“What did he do?”
“He was a carny. Working for a carnival. It comes through here every year, which is how I knew about Fool’s Gold.”
“I don’t know much about carnival life,” he admitted.
“It’s a unique world. Transient and insular at the same time. We’re always in a new place, so we find a sense of home with the people we work with.”
“How did you go to school?”
“There were a few kids around, so different adults took on various subjects. Glen taught math.”
“That had to have been interesting.”
“He was actually pretty good. My friend Melinda aced the SATs and got into a great college.” Heidi hadn’t been interested in getting a degree, but she and Melinda had still stayed close. If only she’d gone to college with her, maybe everything would have been different.
She told herself not to think about that now. That she couldn’t afford to be distracted around Rafe. Not if she wanted to hold her own.
She turned her attention to the man. He rode easily, looking as if he spent daily time in the saddle.
“You weren’t kidding about having grown up on a ranch,” she admitted.
He patted Mason’s neck. “It’s coming back to me. Maybe being here won’t be so bad, this time around.”
“Or you could, you know, leave.”
His dark gaze settled on her face. “Not likely.”
“You can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“I can but I won’t.” He straightened. “It’s unfortunate we both want the same thing.”
She nodded. “Home and a place to belong.”
“I was thinking more of the land.”
“One means the other. At least to me. That’s all I wanted. Somewhere to settle, a place for Glen and me. And the goats.”
“You’re not going to get rich raising goats.”
“I never needed to be rich. Until now.”
* * *
AFTER LUNCH, RAFE WENT into town. While he’d been out riding with Heidi, his mother had thoughtfully put together a list of projects she would like to see him take care of over the next few weeks. When he’d pointed out he still had a business to run, she’d actually patted him on the head and said he would figure out a way to get both done.
He loved his mother. He really did. But there were days, and this was one of them, when he would cheerfully walk away from his entire family and never have anything to do with them again.
He parked by the lumber supply yard, but instead of going inside the small office, he headed for the center of town. Stiff muscles protested the walking. As his ride with Heidi had only been an hour at best, he was going to have to step up his workouts when he got back to San Francisco. Weight training and miles on a treadmill didn’t prepare a man for life on a ranch, and according to his mother, he was going to be here for a while.
Despite how much he didn’t want to be anywhere near Fool’s Gold, he’d found himself enjoying being on a horse again. Riding in the sunlight, surveying relatively untamed land, had been kind of nice. Either the pleasure was primal, or he’d been watching too many Westerns.
He ducked into a Starbucks and bought a drip coffee and a scone. As he stepped outside, he had the thought that he should have brought Heidi along with him. She would have—
He paused in midgulp of the hot coffee, then nearly choked. Brought Heidi? Into town? What? So he could make friends with her? She wasn’t a friend, she was trouble. All sweet and pretty, with those damn, big green eyes. Yesterday he’d nearly bought into her innocent act. Sure, maybe she hadn’t known what Glen was doing, but he still couldn’t trust her. Or her goats.
He ate the scone and tossed the paper bag into a nearby trash can. He wasn’t going to think about Heidi. Not how good she’d looked on the horse, or how she’d smelled like vanilla and flowers when he’d given her a hand up to the saddle. Not the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, or how he’d been aware of her body moving with each step of the horse. Nope, not him. Not the least bit aware. She was someone in his way—nothing more.
He turned to walk back to the lumber supply yard when an older woman came toward him. She was well dressed, wearing a dark blue suit and pearls. Her white hair was carefully styled in that poufy bubble old ladies seemed to like.
When she smiled at him, he came to a stop.
“Rafe Stryker.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m Mayor Marsha Tilson.”
The combination of her name and the steady gaze of her blue eyes triggered a memory. Rafe frowned. “You’re the lady who gave me the bike.” She was also part of the group that had regularly delivered food and clothing to his mother, but as a kid, the bike had been more significant.
Her smile widened. “Yes. I’m delighted you remember.”
“You were kind to us. Thank you.”
The words were tough to get out. Even after all this time, he didn’t like to recall the past—when he’d gone hungry and his mother had cried all the time.
“You were an impressive little boy,” the mayor told him. “So determined to take care of your family. So proud. You made sure your brothers and sister didn’t have to worry.”
He cleared his throat, not sure how to respond to her statements. “I did what had to be done.”
“You were nine or ten. Far too young to be shouldering life’s responsibilities. Now, I understand, you’re a successful businessman.”
He nodded.
“Fool’s Gold needs men like you.”
“I’m not here to stay. I’m helping out my mother.”
The mayor’s eyes twinkled. “Maybe we can change your mind. We have a very progressive business climate here. In fact, there’s a new casino and hotel going in right outside of town. The Lucky Lady.”
That caught his attention. “I hadn’t heard.”
“You should take a look at what they’re doing. The developer is Janack Construction.”
“I’ve heard of them,” Rafe admitted. Janack was multinational. They took on massive projects, like suspension bridges in developing countries and high-rises in China. If they were building something here, it was significant.
“I appreciate the information,” he told her.
“You could fit right in here, Rafe.”
Unlikely, but rather than say that, he wished her a good day and hurried to the lumber store.
He stepped around the side of the building and pulled out his phone. He dialed a familiar number.
“Jefferson,” his friend Dante barked.
“Having a bad day?”
“Rafe.” Dante chuckled. “No. I was expecting another lawyer to be calling me. You know, it’s all about attitude. What’s going on? Convince your mother to come back to life in the big city?”
“Like that’s going to happen.”
“She’s a determined woman.”
“Tell me about it. And while you’re at it, tell me what you know about a hotel casino project called the Lucky Lady.”
He waited while Dante typed on his computer. There was a second of silence, followed by a low whistle. “Impressive.” He read off the statistics, how many rooms, number of acres, the approximate cost of the project. “Janack Construction has this sewn up. We can’t get in on it.”
“We don’t have to.” He thought about his mother’s
ranch and the thousands of acres with nothing on them. “Maybe my time here isn’t a complete waste. That hotel and casino is going to need employees. There can’t be enough housing in Fool’s Gold, which means a potential opportunity for us.”
“I’ll put somebody on the preliminaries,” Dante told him. “Find out zoning restrictions, if anyone else has been getting permits, that sort of thing. You know.…” Dante paused. “You could use this to help with the judge.”
He was joking. Unfortunately, his words made her remember her friends’ suggestion from the previous evening. That seducing Rafe was the answer to her problems.
She glanced at him, taking in the straight back and broad shoulders. Was he the kind of lover who took his time and made sure everyone enjoyed the event, or was he selfish in bed? She’d known both kinds of guys, more of the latter than the former.
Not that it mattered, she reminded herself. Sleeping with Rafe would be stupid.
“Is the fence line like this everywhere?” he asked, pointing to the broken or missing posts, the downed line.
“Some of it is in better shape, but only for small sections. What was it like when you lived here before?” she asked before she could stop herself.
“Things were in better shape. Old man Castle might have paid his employees shit, but he cared about the ranch.”
She heard a trace of bitterness in his voice, and knew he had cause to resent what his family had gone through. But she still had trouble reconciling the vision of a hungry little boy with the successful man riding next to her.
“He kept a lot of cattle,” she said, watching the dark, moving shapes in the distance. “They’re everywhere and very wild.”
Rafe glanced at her. “Wild?”
“You know. Feral.”
He laughed again. “Been attacked by a few feral cows, have you?”
“No, but I stay clear of them. They make trouble with the goats. I swear, they come in the night and show Athena how to break out.”
“You’re giving them way more credit than they deserve.”
“I don’t think so.” While he was in such a good mood, even if it was at her expense, she risked a potentially dangerous question. “What does your mom want to do with the ranch?”
“I have no idea. I’d say restore it to its former glory, but it never had much of any. She has an emotional connection to this place. She wants to make it…better. She’s talking about fence lines and fixing up the barn.”
“Does she want to run cattle?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You could ask.”
“Then I’d know, and with my mother, that’s not always a good thing.”
“Not knowing is the reason you’re here now. How come you signed the contract?”
He shook his head. “A few years ago, one of my mom’s friends died unexpectedly. Her affairs weren’t in order and that made a mess for her kids. My mother decided that wasn’t going to happen and made sure she was fully prepared for her eventual passing.”
“That’s both considerate and a little creepy. She’s not that old.”
“I know, but once she gets her mind set on something, she can’t be budged.”
“Oh, so you inherited that from her.” Heidi winced, wishing she could remember to think before she spoke.
“Are you saying I’m stubborn?”
“Pretty much.”
The sun was high in the sky. The temperature was in the mid-sixties and there were no clouds to be seen. Some of the trees were budding, others had pale pink and creamy-white flowers all along the branches. She could hear birds, and if she ignored the wild cattle off in the distance, the moment would be about perfect.
“Part of her plan to get things in order involved me,” Rafe said after a few minutes. “I have to cosign every financial transaction she makes. She uses an online bill-pay, so I’m not involved in those, but every other check or document with a signature comes to me first. It adds up.”
“So, that’s how come you didn’t read the contract to buy the ranch.”
“Yeah. It’s my own fault.”
“Glen’s not a bad man.”
“No one said he is.”
“You implied it.”
“He did steal two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
“But it was for a good reason. To help a friend.”
Rafe stared at her. She met his dark gaze and sighed.
“Your point is, stealing is stealing and trying to justify it doesn’t change the act itself. He was wrong.”
“Something like that,” Rafe admitted. “Glen may not be evil, but he’s not big on consequences.”
Heidi wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Rafe was right about her grandfather. Glen skated through life using his charm to get him out of most of the world’s unpleasantness.
“I don’t suppose it would help to say I’m sure he’s sorry.”
“No.”
They rode in silence for a few minutes. She tried to work up a good indignation or some old-fashioned annoyance, but couldn’t. Sure, Rafe threatened her and her home, and she would do anything she could to stop him from tossing her out, but there was a part of her that understood.
Glen had defrauded an innocent woman, and there was no way to make that okay.
“He took me in,” she said, keeping her gaze on the beautiful, untamed land around them. They were riding east, with the mountains in front of them. Snow was still visible. The snow line would move higher throughout the summer, but it would never completely disappear. The Sierras were too high for that.
“He told us that, but it’s not going to change my mind about him.”
She sighed. “I’m pointing out that he’s not a bad man. And why I’m not furious with him. I’m frustrated, but I know he’s basically a good person. My parents died when I was three. I don’t remember much about them. I’d only met Glen a couple of times, so he was a stranger to me. But he didn’t even hesitate to become my caretaker.”
“What did he do?”
“He was a carny. Working for a carnival. It comes through here every year, which is how I knew about Fool’s Gold.”
“I don’t know much about carnival life,” he admitted.
“It’s a unique world. Transient and insular at the same time. We’re always in a new place, so we find a sense of home with the people we work with.”
“How did you go to school?”
“There were a few kids around, so different adults took on various subjects. Glen taught math.”
“That had to have been interesting.”
“He was actually pretty good. My friend Melinda aced the SATs and got into a great college.” Heidi hadn’t been interested in getting a degree, but she and Melinda had still stayed close. If only she’d gone to college with her, maybe everything would have been different.
She told herself not to think about that now. That she couldn’t afford to be distracted around Rafe. Not if she wanted to hold her own.
She turned her attention to the man. He rode easily, looking as if he spent daily time in the saddle.
“You weren’t kidding about having grown up on a ranch,” she admitted.
He patted Mason’s neck. “It’s coming back to me. Maybe being here won’t be so bad, this time around.”
“Or you could, you know, leave.”
His dark gaze settled on her face. “Not likely.”
“You can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“I can but I won’t.” He straightened. “It’s unfortunate we both want the same thing.”
She nodded. “Home and a place to belong.”
“I was thinking more of the land.”
“One means the other. At least to me. That’s all I wanted. Somewhere to settle, a place for Glen and me. And the goats.”
“You’re not going to get rich raising goats.”
“I never needed to be rich. Until now.”
* * *
AFTER LUNCH, RAFE WENT into town. While he’d been out riding with Heidi, his mother had thoughtfully put together a list of projects she would like to see him take care of over the next few weeks. When he’d pointed out he still had a business to run, she’d actually patted him on the head and said he would figure out a way to get both done.
He loved his mother. He really did. But there were days, and this was one of them, when he would cheerfully walk away from his entire family and never have anything to do with them again.
He parked by the lumber supply yard, but instead of going inside the small office, he headed for the center of town. Stiff muscles protested the walking. As his ride with Heidi had only been an hour at best, he was going to have to step up his workouts when he got back to San Francisco. Weight training and miles on a treadmill didn’t prepare a man for life on a ranch, and according to his mother, he was going to be here for a while.
Despite how much he didn’t want to be anywhere near Fool’s Gold, he’d found himself enjoying being on a horse again. Riding in the sunlight, surveying relatively untamed land, had been kind of nice. Either the pleasure was primal, or he’d been watching too many Westerns.
He ducked into a Starbucks and bought a drip coffee and a scone. As he stepped outside, he had the thought that he should have brought Heidi along with him. She would have—
He paused in midgulp of the hot coffee, then nearly choked. Brought Heidi? Into town? What? So he could make friends with her? She wasn’t a friend, she was trouble. All sweet and pretty, with those damn, big green eyes. Yesterday he’d nearly bought into her innocent act. Sure, maybe she hadn’t known what Glen was doing, but he still couldn’t trust her. Or her goats.
He ate the scone and tossed the paper bag into a nearby trash can. He wasn’t going to think about Heidi. Not how good she’d looked on the horse, or how she’d smelled like vanilla and flowers when he’d given her a hand up to the saddle. Not the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, or how he’d been aware of her body moving with each step of the horse. Nope, not him. Not the least bit aware. She was someone in his way—nothing more.
He turned to walk back to the lumber supply yard when an older woman came toward him. She was well dressed, wearing a dark blue suit and pearls. Her white hair was carefully styled in that poufy bubble old ladies seemed to like.
When she smiled at him, he came to a stop.
“Rafe Stryker.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m Mayor Marsha Tilson.”
The combination of her name and the steady gaze of her blue eyes triggered a memory. Rafe frowned. “You’re the lady who gave me the bike.” She was also part of the group that had regularly delivered food and clothing to his mother, but as a kid, the bike had been more significant.
Her smile widened. “Yes. I’m delighted you remember.”
“You were kind to us. Thank you.”
The words were tough to get out. Even after all this time, he didn’t like to recall the past—when he’d gone hungry and his mother had cried all the time.
“You were an impressive little boy,” the mayor told him. “So determined to take care of your family. So proud. You made sure your brothers and sister didn’t have to worry.”
He cleared his throat, not sure how to respond to her statements. “I did what had to be done.”
“You were nine or ten. Far too young to be shouldering life’s responsibilities. Now, I understand, you’re a successful businessman.”
He nodded.
“Fool’s Gold needs men like you.”
“I’m not here to stay. I’m helping out my mother.”
The mayor’s eyes twinkled. “Maybe we can change your mind. We have a very progressive business climate here. In fact, there’s a new casino and hotel going in right outside of town. The Lucky Lady.”
That caught his attention. “I hadn’t heard.”
“You should take a look at what they’re doing. The developer is Janack Construction.”
“I’ve heard of them,” Rafe admitted. Janack was multinational. They took on massive projects, like suspension bridges in developing countries and high-rises in China. If they were building something here, it was significant.
“I appreciate the information,” he told her.
“You could fit right in here, Rafe.”
Unlikely, but rather than say that, he wished her a good day and hurried to the lumber store.
He stepped around the side of the building and pulled out his phone. He dialed a familiar number.
“Jefferson,” his friend Dante barked.
“Having a bad day?”
“Rafe.” Dante chuckled. “No. I was expecting another lawyer to be calling me. You know, it’s all about attitude. What’s going on? Convince your mother to come back to life in the big city?”
“Like that’s going to happen.”
“She’s a determined woman.”
“Tell me about it. And while you’re at it, tell me what you know about a hotel casino project called the Lucky Lady.”
He waited while Dante typed on his computer. There was a second of silence, followed by a low whistle. “Impressive.” He read off the statistics, how many rooms, number of acres, the approximate cost of the project. “Janack Construction has this sewn up. We can’t get in on it.”
“We don’t have to.” He thought about his mother’s
ranch and the thousands of acres with nothing on them. “Maybe my time here isn’t a complete waste. That hotel and casino is going to need employees. There can’t be enough housing in Fool’s Gold, which means a potential opportunity for us.”
“I’ll put somebody on the preliminaries,” Dante told him. “Find out zoning restrictions, if anyone else has been getting permits, that sort of thing. You know.…” Dante paused. “You could use this to help with the judge.”
