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said.
“Looks like I need another part for this job, and I’m not going back to town this afternoon. I’ll get it tomorrow morning. I’ll help you mend fence, but only if you don’t talk about Emily all afternoon. I tell you, she’s not interested in staying here. She’s going back to Happy in a month and by then Nana will be over this trip down memory lane, and Max, I’m not going to fall for someone who lives all the way across the state just because she has kissable lips and a pretty smile,” Greg said.
“I knew if I stuck around long enough I’d get you to agree to help,” Max said. “I’ll pick up the guys at the bunkhouse and meet you there.”
Greg had barely gotten settled into his truck when his phone rang. He knew from the ringtone that it was Jeremiah.
He answered it on the second ring. “What’s goin’ on that you are callin’ again? Not that I’m not glad to hear from you, but you never call this often.”
“Wait just a minute. Don’t hang up.” Suddenly he was listening to a damn marching mariachi band blasting his eardrums out when he was switched over to hold.
He was about ready to hang up when Jeremiah came back. “Sorry, but that was a client and he owes me big bucks, so I had to talk to him. I did some more checkin’ into Miz Emily Cooper.”
“Why would you do that? You said she was clean as a whistle,” Greg asked.
Jeremiah whistled through his teeth like he did when they were young. “I might come see Mama just so I can meet this superwoman. Does she wear a cape? Is she eight feet tall and bulletproof?”
“She barely comes to my shoulder. She’s got jet-black hair and big, clear cobalt-blue eyes that don’t match all that black hair.”
“Is she bulletproof? Tell me more,” Jeremiah asked.
“Hell, I don’t know. I haven’t shot her. Why would I? She’s a hardworkin’ woman. Nana likes her. You might even be losin’ your place with Dotty to her, so you’d better come on home for a few days and stake out your territory before she lays claim to it. I heard that Dotty always wanted a daughter. Hell, maybe you can kiss your secretary good-bye and take up with Emily,” Greg teased.
But somewhere down deep in his heart, a little jealousy reared up. Crap! He didn’t have any right getting jealous over a girl he barely knew and who was only in Ravenna for four weeks anyway.
“Black hair and blue eyes? Does she look like Megan Fox?” Jeremiah asked.
“More like that woman who plays on the show that Nana and Dotty used to watch, Hart of Dixie ,” he said.
“Rachel Bilson? She doesn’t have black hair and she’s not blue-eyed,” Jeremiah said.
“Well, give her blue eyes and dye her hair black and you’ve Emily. Where are you? I hear road traffic.” Greg asked.
“I’m in Happy right now. Had to take a hop over to Amarillo today on some other business, so I rented a car and drove over here to see if everything I’d learned was true. Don’t be mad at me. It’s the PI in me that doesn’t take anything at face value. This place is not a whole lot bigger than Ravenna. Her grandpa’s ranch was sold off to one of her cousins, as the old guy needed the money for cancer treatment, and it’s only about a hundred acres these days, but her extended family owns more land than Lightning Ridge has.”
“You sure that picture of her didn’t arouse your inner love bug?” Greg asked.
“Hush, and listen. I talked to the high school principal and he said the Coopers had been here for more than sixty years. Her grandfather, Marvin, served on the school board a long time ago, and there’s a picture of him in the hallway. Distinguished-looking old cowboy with bright blue eyes. I asked the lady at a local burger shop about Marvin and Emily, and according to her, Emily has wings and a halo. She said that when Marvin got cancer, Emily took up the reins and ran the ranch and took care of him too. Her cousin, Taylor Massey, helped some, but she did most of
“Looks like I need another part for this job, and I’m not going back to town this afternoon. I’ll get it tomorrow morning. I’ll help you mend fence, but only if you don’t talk about Emily all afternoon. I tell you, she’s not interested in staying here. She’s going back to Happy in a month and by then Nana will be over this trip down memory lane, and Max, I’m not going to fall for someone who lives all the way across the state just because she has kissable lips and a pretty smile,” Greg said.
“I knew if I stuck around long enough I’d get you to agree to help,” Max said. “I’ll pick up the guys at the bunkhouse and meet you there.”
Greg had barely gotten settled into his truck when his phone rang. He knew from the ringtone that it was Jeremiah.
He answered it on the second ring. “What’s goin’ on that you are callin’ again? Not that I’m not glad to hear from you, but you never call this often.”
“Wait just a minute. Don’t hang up.” Suddenly he was listening to a damn marching mariachi band blasting his eardrums out when he was switched over to hold.
He was about ready to hang up when Jeremiah came back. “Sorry, but that was a client and he owes me big bucks, so I had to talk to him. I did some more checkin’ into Miz Emily Cooper.”
“Why would you do that? You said she was clean as a whistle,” Greg asked.
Jeremiah whistled through his teeth like he did when they were young. “I might come see Mama just so I can meet this superwoman. Does she wear a cape? Is she eight feet tall and bulletproof?”
“She barely comes to my shoulder. She’s got jet-black hair and big, clear cobalt-blue eyes that don’t match all that black hair.”
“Is she bulletproof? Tell me more,” Jeremiah asked.
“Hell, I don’t know. I haven’t shot her. Why would I? She’s a hardworkin’ woman. Nana likes her. You might even be losin’ your place with Dotty to her, so you’d better come on home for a few days and stake out your territory before she lays claim to it. I heard that Dotty always wanted a daughter. Hell, maybe you can kiss your secretary good-bye and take up with Emily,” Greg teased.
But somewhere down deep in his heart, a little jealousy reared up. Crap! He didn’t have any right getting jealous over a girl he barely knew and who was only in Ravenna for four weeks anyway.
“Black hair and blue eyes? Does she look like Megan Fox?” Jeremiah asked.
“More like that woman who plays on the show that Nana and Dotty used to watch, Hart of Dixie ,” he said.
“Rachel Bilson? She doesn’t have black hair and she’s not blue-eyed,” Jeremiah said.
“Well, give her blue eyes and dye her hair black and you’ve Emily. Where are you? I hear road traffic.” Greg asked.
“I’m in Happy right now. Had to take a hop over to Amarillo today on some other business, so I rented a car and drove over here to see if everything I’d learned was true. Don’t be mad at me. It’s the PI in me that doesn’t take anything at face value. This place is not a whole lot bigger than Ravenna. Her grandpa’s ranch was sold off to one of her cousins, as the old guy needed the money for cancer treatment, and it’s only about a hundred acres these days, but her extended family owns more land than Lightning Ridge has.”
“You sure that picture of her didn’t arouse your inner love bug?” Greg asked.
“Hush, and listen. I talked to the high school principal and he said the Coopers had been here for more than sixty years. Her grandfather, Marvin, served on the school board a long time ago, and there’s a picture of him in the hallway. Distinguished-looking old cowboy with bright blue eyes. I asked the lady at a local burger shop about Marvin and Emily, and according to her, Emily has wings and a halo. She said that when Marvin got cancer, Emily took up the reins and ran the ranch and took care of him too. Her cousin, Taylor Massey, helped some, but she did most of
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