Summer Nights
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What she did know was that fruit that grew on trees matured later than fruit that grew on vines, or bushes. That strawberries arrived first and that cherries, which grew on trees and therefore should have been later in the summer, were available by mid-June. She also knew that several families spent their summers living in small trailers by the vineyards and orchards. They worked the various crops and after the grapes were picked in late September and early October, they moved on.
Annabelle drove up to the circle of trailers and parked. Before she’d even opened her door, children spilled out of the trailers, jumped off swings and raced from the grove of trees shading the area. They circled her car, laughing, pulling open her door and urging her out.
“Did you bring them? Did you bring them?”
Annabelle stood and put her hands on her hips. “Bring what? Did you ask me for something?”
The children, ranging in ages from maybe four to eleven or twelve, smiled eagerly at her. One little boy darted behind her and pulled the latch that opened her trunk. Immediately the children hurried over and began searching through the bins of books she’d brought.
“It’s here.”
“That one’s mine.”
“The second and third book in the series? Sweet!”
By the time the kids had found their requested books and disappeared to begin the magic of getting lost in a story, the mothers had appeared, most carrying infants or toddlers in their arms.
Annabelle greeted the women she knew and was introduced to a few she hadn’t met yet. Maria, a slight woman in her early forties, leaned heavily on her cane as she gave Annabelle a welcoming hug.
“The children were watching the clock all morning,” she said, leading the way to a small outdoor table by the largest trailer. Maria’s husband managed the group of workers and spoke for them when dealing with the local farmers. Maria acted as unofficial “den mother” for the younger women.
“I’m glad,” Annabelle said, settling in one of the folding chairs. “When I was their age, summer was all about reading.”
“It is for them, too. Since last year, when you first found us, the little ones want books.”
After moving to Fool’s Gold the previous year, Annabelle had started driving around to explore the area. She’d discovered the enclave of trailers, had met several of the women and made friends with the children. Maria had been the first to welcome her and had been enthusiastic about her idea of bringing books to community.
This year, Annabelle had created several reading lists, based on the ages of the children. She was working on getting donations so that when the families left, they would take plenty of books with them. Enough to last until they returned next year.
Maria had already set out iced tea and cookies. Annabelle poured them each a glass.
“Leticia is going to have her baby this week,” Maria said. “Her husband is frantic. Men have no patience with nature when it comes to their children. He asks every day, ‘Is it now?’ As if the baby is going to tell him.”
“He sounds excited.”
“He is. And frightened.” She called out something in Spanish.
“Sí, Mama,” came the response.
Maria smiled. “They’re writing down the titles of the books they took, and what they want for next time.”
“I’ll be back next week.” Annabelle lowered her voice. “I have several of those romances you like, as well.”
Maria grinned. “Good. We all like them.”
Annabelle wanted to offer more, which was why she was focused on getting the money for the bookmobile. With luck, this time next year she would be bringing a lot more than three or four bins of books in the trunk of her car. She would be able to offer free internet access. Maria and her friends could email with family members in different countries and use various web resources to supplement their children’s education.
“Blanca’s engaged,” Maria said with a sigh.
“Congratulations.”
“I told you, good men are out there.”
“Yes, in Bakersfield. You told me.” Maria’s eldest daughter had studied nursing, then moved to central California.
“He’s a doctor.”
Annabelle laughed. “Every mother’s dream.”
“She’s happy and that matters most, but yes, I like saying my daughter is marrying a doctor. Have you been to the hospital lately?”
“That was subtle.”
“You need a man.”
Just then a little boy ran up to her, a small jar in his hands. He stopped in front of Annabelle and grinned. “We found ’em and saved ’em. Because you bring us books.”
She took the jar full of pennies. “Thank you, Emilio. This is going to help a lot.”
He darted off and she carefully held the precious gift. Technically it was only a couple of dollars, but for the children who had collected the pennies, it represented a fortune.
“You’ve made a wonderful home for your children,” she said. “All of you. You should be very proud of them.”
“We are. But don’t think I’ve forgotten what we were talking about. Finding you a good man.”
“I’m ready for a good man,” she admitted. She thought about her post-bar-dancing revelation. “One who wants me for me. Not someone who wants to change me. I haven’t been lucky enough to find him yet.”
“Luck can change.”
“I hope so.”
She thought briefly about Shane who brought the cowboy fantasy to 3-D life. The man looked great in jeans, but he was a little strange. She was trying to figure out a polite way to ask if he’d maybe been dropped on his head as a baby.
Besides, cute didn’t equate with good and she was done making bad choices when it came to her love life. The next man she allowed in her world and her bed was going to adore her for exactly who she was.
* * *
“WAIT,” SHANE YELLED, watching the teenager on the horse. “Wait.”
Elias, nineteen and sure he knew better, jerked back on the reins. The gelding dug in hard and came to a stop. Elias’s rope fell about three feet shy of the calf who darted away.
Elias swore. “Damn calf is laughing at me.”
“He’s not the only one,” Shane grumbled. “Why are you here if you’re not going to listen?”
“I’m listening.”
“No. You’re doing what you want to do and look where it’s getting you.”
Elias muttered something under his breath and reached for his rope. “If I wait too long, I’m gonna miss.”
“Waiting too long isn’t your problem.”
“Now you sound like my girlfriend.”
Shane chuckled. “You’ll get better with practice on both counts. Now let’s try this again.”
“See, you need to be working with me, Shane. What have you got going on here that’s better than the rodeo?”
“A life.”
“Not much of one. You’re stuck in this small town. I swore, once I got out of mine, I was never going back. I can’t believe you could live anywhere and you’re here.”
Shane thought about the couple hundred acres he’d bought and the stables and house he would have built. “I’ve got everything I need.”
Elias grimaced. “Well, help me win and I’ll take care of everything I owe.”
“Kid, you got heart, but you’re going to need a lot more practice. And I’m out of the game.”
Elias nodded toward the far corral, where Khatar watched everything going on. “How much did you waste on him? Coulda bought a whole ranch with what you paid for that one.”
“He’s worth it.”
“In your dreams.”
“He’s perfect,” Shane said, not bothering to glance at the stallion.
“If he doesn’t kill you first.”
“He has a reputation, I’ll grant you that. But I’m not convinced he’s as mean as everyone says. You interested in practicing or are you here to flap your gums at me? I’ve got better things to do than stand around listening to you tell me what you don’t know.”
Elias grinned. “I’m here to learn.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Until three. Then I have to head to Wyoming.” Elias opened his mouth to say something else, then closed it and gave a low whistle. “I sure wouldn’t mind getting me a piece of that first, though.”
As the teen spoke, Shane felt a prickling on the back of his neck. He didn’t even have to turn around to know who had arrived, didn’t have to see to understand that his afternoon had just taken a jog toward the impossible.
Elias slid off his horse. He dropped the reins and pulled off his hat, then walked to the fence.
“Afternoon,” he called, his eyes wide, his lips curving in a stupid grin.
Shane gave in to the inevitable and shifted so he could watch Annabelle approach.
She’d replaced her fitted summer dress with jeans and a T-shirt, which shouldn’t have been sexy, but were. The jeans hugged impressive curves, and while her legs weren’t all that long, they were well-shaped. She’d pulled her wavy red hair back into a braid. Her green gaze met him and damned if he didn’t want to go down on his knees and beg. He wasn’t sure what for, but at this point he would gladly take anything she offered. Although if it was hot, took a long time and was illegal in several states, he could like it even more.
“Yours?” Elias asked, speaking under his breath.
“No, but stay away.”
“But I—”
“No.”
Elias huffed in annoyance and spun his hat in his hands.
“Hello, Shane,” Annabelle said as she stopped in front of him. “I’m here for my lesson.” She smiled and held up a tiny foot. “I bought cowboy boots. I want to tell you that you should be impressed, but honestly any excuse to buy new shoes is welcome.” The smile blossomed. “It’s a girl thing.”
“They’re real nice,” Elias said.
“Thank you.”
Shane gave in to the inevitable. “Annabelle, this is Elias.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said easily.
“My pleasure.” Elias looked her over thoroughly. “I was supposed to be heading to Wyoming. It’s my grandma’s birthday in a couple of days. But I could stay put for a while.”
“No, you couldn’t,” Shane told him, watching Annabelle to see if she was going to start flirting with the younger man.
“We should let the lady decide.”
Annabelle watched them both, then frowned. “I’m sorry. Do you mean me?”
“Elias wants to know if he should stick around,” Shane said. “For you.”
A delicate frown pulled her eyebrows together. “I don’t understand.”
“We could go out to dinner,” Elias offered. “Or back to my place.”
“You don’t have a place,” Shane reminded him. “You stayed with me last night.”
“I could get a place.”
“You have a girlfriend.”
Elias turned back to Annabelle. “It’s not serious.”
“You’re nineteen.”
Elias glared at him. “Don’t make me hurt you, old man.”
Annabelle shook her head. “I’m still confused. I’m, ah, here to learn how to ride.”
Shane winked at Elias. “That was a no.”
“Like you’re going to do any better.”
Shane knew that was probably true. More important, for reasons of self-preservation, he needed to stay clear of Annabelle Weiss. Even if she was a temptation.
“About the riding lesson,” she began.
Elias sighed. “Is it an age thing? Everyone thinks I’m real mature.”
Shane slapped him on the back. “Is that what they’re saying?”
“You stay out of this, old man. This is between me and the lady.”
Old man?
Annabelle’s green eyes widened. “Are you trying to ask me out?”
“If you have to ask, then I’m doing it wrong,” Elias muttered.
“Something else the girlfriend says?” Shane asked quietly.
Elias glared at him. “Shut up.”
Shane patted him on the back. “Give it time, kid. You’ll get the hang of it.”
“I do just fine.”
“Uh-huh.”
Shane turned his attention back to Annabelle. As he’d suspected, she created trouble wherever she went. He was torn between regretting his offer to help and wondering how he would survive if he didn’t get to see her. She was the kind of woman who—
He was interrupted midthought by a whole different kind of trouble approaching from the direction of the barn.
* * *
ANNABELLE WAS WILLING to admit she had a sucky track record when it came to men, but she’d never found them quite so perplexing. The young cowboy was hitting on her, which was flattering, but made no sense. She was too old for him. Sure, her new boots were cute, but she’d yet to meet a guy who was that into shoes.
It was the height thing, she thought with a sigh. Because she was small, people often assumed she was younger than she was. Or incompetent. Or both.
As for Shane, who was even better looking in person than in her memory, he seemed more amused than attracted to her. Probably for the best. At least he was acting more normally today. Maybe he hadn’t been feeling well the last time they’d met.
“Don’t move,” Shane said in a low voice.