Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Callie decided to let Eddie and Jake deal with Tiger so that she could walk through the corral and visit the horses, spending a few minutes with each of them.
Patches, one of their older mares, was limping, and Callie checked her hooves.
“There,” she soothed, picking out a little pebble. “That’ll be better.”
And so was she for not having to spend the time with Jake.
Jake with the haunting eyes and sexy body that she couldn’t stop dreaming of.
Patches turned her head and eyed the young woman walking toward them.
Amy came to a stop at the fencing with her black jeans, black boots, black hair spiked straight up, her face carefully blank.
Her expression reminded Callie of Tucker, and how he’d looked his first few months on the ranch, so desperately needing to be cool, and yet just as desperate for acceptance. “Hey.” She added a smile to see if the girl would smile back. She didn’t. “Everything okay in the kitchen?”
“Yeah.” Amy shifted her feet. “I saw you out the window. I, uh, got breakfast ready early so I could come talk to you.”
“Sure.” She saw Tucker watching them from across the yard, and then he started toward them. Amy saw him, then let out a slow, tense breath. “Is something wrong?” Callie asked her.
Amy wiped her hands on her apron, then shoved them in her back pockets. “I didn’t take your money,” she said. “But I’ll leave if you want me to.”
“No.” Tucker had come close. “You’re not going anywhere, not like this.”
“Of course she’s not going anywhere.” Callie stuck the hoof pick in her back pocket and moved toward the fence. She hooked her hands in it and climbed over. “Amy, did anyone here act like they thought you stole money?”
Tucker made a sound low in his throat. “No one would.”
“No,” Amy admitted. “They didn’t.”
“Did someone ask you to leave?”
“No.”
Callie looked at Tucker, then back to Amy. She’d tried softness, she’d tried compassion and understanding. What else could she do?
Tucker still stood there, his fists clenched, ready to take on the world for this girl, and it was just romantic enough to make Callie sigh.
She didn’t believe Amy to be behind the ranch’s problems; she never had.
She’d hoped to chalk it all up to strange coincidence, or bad luck, but she wasn’t that na?ve.
Someone was responsible, and as far as the law or the sheriff went, Amy was a strong suspect.
“If no one’s accused you, and no one’s asked you to leave, then why are you out here wasting both of our time? ”
Amy stopped looking at her boots and met Callie’s gaze. “I just wanted you to know I didn’t do it.”
“I already know that.”
Amy blinked, looking so confused she broke Callie’s heart. “How?”
“Because you’re a part of us now,” Tucker said simply.
“And because I figure a thief wouldn’t stick around beating herself up about what people think of her,” Callie said. “A thief certainly wouldn’t ask me if I thought she’d done it, and a thief wouldn’t be standing here right now trying to get me to fire her.”
“I don’t want to be fired.”
“Good. Because you’re not.”
Amy stared at her for a long moment, and then her lips curved. Before the smile fully formed, she covered her mouth. “I’ve…got to get back to the kitchen.”
“Sure, but Amy? The smiling thing? Keep that. It looks good on you.”
“Yeah,” Tucker agreed inanely, nodding, looking a little cupid-struck.
Amy’s smile spread, and then she whirled and ran all the way back to the house.
Callie watched Tucker watch Amy. “Something going on with you two?”
“Are you kidding? She won’t let me within five feet of her.”
She eyed the longing on his face. “But you’d like there to be something going on.”
He lifted a shoulder, the casual gesture belying the expression of yearning on his face.
As the days passed, Jake found himself far more active at the ranch than he’d ever intended, due to Stone taking off for some unexpected personal time.
He got to know the animals, and the work it required to keep everything running.
He finished up each day exhausted and filthy.
Not all that different from firefighting, really, but when he fought fires, he didn’t come out smelling like manure.
That, apparently, was just a little bonus.
Callie kept mum about Stone’s disappearance, which didn’t seem to sit well with the others. After lunch one day, he heard angry voices coming out of the barn.
“He’s my own brother, damn it.” This from Eddie.
“You think I’ve forgotten that?” Callie asked, an octave above polite.
Jake moved to the doorway to see what was up. Eddie’s jaw was bunched, his eyes desperate. “You can tell me what’s wrong,” he said to Callie. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”
Her regret and sorrow conveyed in every line of her taut body, she shook her head. “I promised. Eddie, I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone, including you.”
“Callie—”
“Don’t make me say it again. I’m sorry, but that’s the end of it. Now leave it.”
Jake stepped closer for support, but Eddie did drop it. The tension remained though, between all of them. Worse, they were still short-handed because Jake couldn’t lead expeditions or do anything that required actual skill.
Their weekend guests—nine sisters, there for fun without their individual families—had signed up for a two-day trek, complete with tents, no electricity, and no beds.
Jake’s personal nightmare, but Tucker eyed him. “You’re in. You’re joining the misfit posse.”
“No way,” Jake said.
“Yes way. We need you.”
“Callie shouldn’t stay alone for two days,” Jake said, quite pleased with what he thought was a brilliant excuse.
Unfortunately Callie heard him and came close. “What did you just say?”
“You shouldn’t be here alone.”
Tucker winced. “Dude, not a good idea—”
“I take care of myself,” Callie said in a glacial tone.
Tucker shot him a tried-to-tell-you look.
“I’m not questioning your ability to take care of yourself,” Jake said, exasperated. “I’m just saying there’s been a lot of goings-on, and I don’t want you alone.”
“I have Amy.”
“Great. Two women.”
Even Eddie winced at that one.
Callie narrowed her eyes. “Marge and Lou will be around as well, and I can always call for help. Michael would come in a heartbeat, and anyway, you’ll be on a radio. Have fun camping, Jake.”
Have fun? Not a chance in hell.
Jake figured Eddie and Tucker had made him go on the trip because they needed a good laugh, but it turned out they really did need three men to handle all the horses, not to mention the rambunctious, flirty, over-the-top sisters, who ranged in age from nineteen to forty-two, and turned out to be even wilder than the cheerleaders.
For some reason, Jake had decided to try to ride Moe instead of Molly. The big, rugged, tan horse drew him in, mostly because he seemed to like everyone but Jake, but also because it was a connection to his father. He wouldn’t have admitted that he needed that connection, but he did.
Moe let him grab hold of his reins, and even waited quietly until Jake had pulled himself up and seated himself.
Then he bucked.
“Whoa, whoa.” Tucker ran over, soothing the animal with such ease that Jake just gritted his teeth and got down.
“Have you lost your damn mind?” Tucker asked.
“Yeah.” Moe seemed to smile at him as he stalked off to get Molly.
Jake got on the quieter horse, and half an hour into the ride, they entered a vertical labyrinth from which they could see at least fifty miles in all directions. Clear springs seeped from narrow canyons, falling from hillsides alive with mesquite and pinons and yuccas.
Tucker came up close on Homer, then jerked his head to the sharp drop-off edge, marked by a series of high, jagged rocks that seemed to point to the sky. “Richard’s Peak. It was his favorite place.”
Jake slowed and took it all in, from the maze of rock formations to the incredible view. He tried to imagine his father standing on this very spot—it wasn’t hard.
“It’s where we came to spread his ashes,” Tucker said. “Remember, you left the morning after the service? We all came out here that afternoon.”
Jake looked out into the valley below and waited, desperate to feel something, anything, other than an aching emptiness and sadness for not feeling more. “What am I supposed to say? Sorry?”
“Not to me.”
He opened his mouth to tell Tucker what he’d told Callie, that the street between Richard and Jake had gone two ways, but suddenly that seemed like an excuse. Maybe Richard hadn’t made a move, but Jake could have. If for nothing else than to get rid of all this useless regret and loss.
They stopped before sunset to make camp. Jake looked at the hard, wide-open land and wished for a bed. Eddie set up the tents, smiling and flirting with their guests when they all jumped in to help him, but Jake knew him now, and for the first time, Eddie’s easygoing nature was forced.
“It’s Stone,” Tucker told him quietly as they set up a barbecue pit, gathering large stones to make a circle. “He misses his brother.”
Because that sounded a little like an accusation, Jake picked up a larger rock than he’d intended.
“Christ, don’t even try to help if you’re going to go all pale and pretend your shoulder isn’t killing you,” Tucker said, disgusted.
“It’s not killing me.” There were degrees of pain, as he’d learned all too well.
On a scale of one to ten, he was only at a six, and that was saying something.
And actually, so was the fact that Tucker had noticed his pain at all, and without a derogatory comment. “Can’t Eddie just call Stone’s cell?”
“Stone isn’t answering. Now Eddie’s all bent that Stone didn’t tell anyone but Callie where he is. He’s worried.”
And clearly, so was Tucker. “You guys are all pretty close.”
“We’re family,” Tucker said simply, and lit the fire.