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Authors: Bonnie R. Paulson, Brilee Editing
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damn broodmare and he was trying to amp his line.
Being bred didn’t sit well with her. And the realization was enough to push her from irritated to downright pissed off.
Kelsey didn’t need any more coffee. She had enough fuel to get her back to Lacey Caverns.
Chapter 9
A knock at the door drew Ronan’s attention from the contract he’d worked on for thirty minutes.
One of the newer ranch hands turned his dusty hat over and over in his fingers. Stray grass blades littered the floor at his feet. “Mr. James, sir?” The soft English accent from the new-hire contradicted the roughness of his appearance.
“Yes, Dan, what can I do for you?” Ronan paused with his hand in midair. He’d been signing and reading documents for well over an hour and the break was appreciated. The grass on his hardwood flooring was not welcome, however, and Ronan made a mental note to remind Smith to tell the guys to kick their boots off before coming in his house – if they needed to speak to Ronan.
The younger man stepped further into the office. His faded, stained jeans showed he worked hard, either that or he rolled around in a lot of mud and grease. “I just got back from my watch at the southern corner abutting Lonely Rivers, sir, and the woman on your horse was being followed. I’m not sure if she was followed back to Lacey Caverns, but she just got here and is putting your horse away.”
Ronan shoved his chair back as he stood, dropping his pen on the desktop. “Did you recognize the person following her?” Immediately, worry pelted his heart. What if Sonny had found her and all because Ronan had brought Kelsey here? His stomach clenched.
“No, sir. It was a man, though. H e had a dark horse with saddlebags and a bedroll. Um, I couldn’t see very much of him, because of his duster and hat. I’m sorry.” Dan turned, leaving the door open for Ronan to follow.
At the front door, Ronan grabbed his hat and shoved it on as he left the house. His mouth dried. He wouldn’t completely believe anything until he could verify with his own eyes Kelsey was safe. He’d given her time and promised to keep whatever they did as a trial. It didn’t matter though, knowing that she was considering the prospect had left a small giddiness in his chest.
He’d never admit it to another person alive, but Kelsey Redbird had always been wh o he’d wanted most for a wife. His parents had flattened that dream by threatening him with the loss of Lacey Caverns – his first love.
Taking Bethany instead had b een the worst move of his life, one he hoped to fix. A small piece of him was grateful for the ultimatum Robbie MacAllister had thrown his way.
Another thing he’d never tell a living soul – gratitude toward any MacAllister wasn’t an option.
Outside, the warmer breeze swirled around Ronan’s boots. The thing about Montana weather that most people didn’t understand was its mercurial mood at the change of the seasons. Nights were still fairly cool but the days warmed quickly once Mother Nature made up her mind to get things going into summer. The snow would be completely melted in a few days.
Barn doors blocked open on both ends of the building allowed the warmth inside to air out the winter dustiness. He’d kicked Bethany’s ass out as soon as Robbie had left after revealing her duplicitous actions.
Ronan had reclaimed the house. Felt good to stake his claim in more areas of his life.
Partitioning off the bar with plywood built into a tight cover, two of his workers pounded hammers and placed the wood according to his instructions. Almost complete, the cover would protect the bar with its mirrors and crystal items from any weather or other disturbances that might come through the soon-to-be-busier outbuilding. The stall with his office/bed had been emptied and closed off, and for the first time in a long while, Ronan could see the building for what it was – a barn.
No matter whom he took on as a
Being bred didn’t sit well with her. And the realization was enough to push her from irritated to downright pissed off.
Kelsey didn’t need any more coffee. She had enough fuel to get her back to Lacey Caverns.
Chapter 9
A knock at the door drew Ronan’s attention from the contract he’d worked on for thirty minutes.
One of the newer ranch hands turned his dusty hat over and over in his fingers. Stray grass blades littered the floor at his feet. “Mr. James, sir?” The soft English accent from the new-hire contradicted the roughness of his appearance.
“Yes, Dan, what can I do for you?” Ronan paused with his hand in midair. He’d been signing and reading documents for well over an hour and the break was appreciated. The grass on his hardwood flooring was not welcome, however, and Ronan made a mental note to remind Smith to tell the guys to kick their boots off before coming in his house – if they needed to speak to Ronan.
The younger man stepped further into the office. His faded, stained jeans showed he worked hard, either that or he rolled around in a lot of mud and grease. “I just got back from my watch at the southern corner abutting Lonely Rivers, sir, and the woman on your horse was being followed. I’m not sure if she was followed back to Lacey Caverns, but she just got here and is putting your horse away.”
Ronan shoved his chair back as he stood, dropping his pen on the desktop. “Did you recognize the person following her?” Immediately, worry pelted his heart. What if Sonny had found her and all because Ronan had brought Kelsey here? His stomach clenched.
“No, sir. It was a man, though. H e had a dark horse with saddlebags and a bedroll. Um, I couldn’t see very much of him, because of his duster and hat. I’m sorry.” Dan turned, leaving the door open for Ronan to follow.
At the front door, Ronan grabbed his hat and shoved it on as he left the house. His mouth dried. He wouldn’t completely believe anything until he could verify with his own eyes Kelsey was safe. He’d given her time and promised to keep whatever they did as a trial. It didn’t matter though, knowing that she was considering the prospect had left a small giddiness in his chest.
He’d never admit it to another person alive, but Kelsey Redbird had always been wh o he’d wanted most for a wife. His parents had flattened that dream by threatening him with the loss of Lacey Caverns – his first love.
Taking Bethany instead had b een the worst move of his life, one he hoped to fix. A small piece of him was grateful for the ultimatum Robbie MacAllister had thrown his way.
Another thing he’d never tell a living soul – gratitude toward any MacAllister wasn’t an option.
Outside, the warmer breeze swirled around Ronan’s boots. The thing about Montana weather that most people didn’t understand was its mercurial mood at the change of the seasons. Nights were still fairly cool but the days warmed quickly once Mother Nature made up her mind to get things going into summer. The snow would be completely melted in a few days.
Barn doors blocked open on both ends of the building allowed the warmth inside to air out the winter dustiness. He’d kicked Bethany’s ass out as soon as Robbie had left after revealing her duplicitous actions.
Ronan had reclaimed the house. Felt good to stake his claim in more areas of his life.
Partitioning off the bar with plywood built into a tight cover, two of his workers pounded hammers and placed the wood according to his instructions. Almost complete, the cover would protect the bar with its mirrors and crystal items from any weather or other disturbances that might come through the soon-to-be-busier outbuilding. The stall with his office/bed had been emptied and closed off, and for the first time in a long while, Ronan could see the building for what it was – a barn.
No matter whom he took on as a
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