eat with it,” Tracy declared. “Let me put it on the empty chair until after.”
“Okay.”
The waitress took their orders and left.
Ross got up from the table. “Hey, Johnny, while you’re waiting for your food, I’ll take you out to the foyer and show you something amazing before I leave. Since I’ve already eaten, I have a group of guests waiting for me to take them fishing.”
“What is it?” Ross had aroused his curiosity.
“Come with me and see.”
“I’ll be right back, Mom.”
“Okay.”
As they walked away, she heard Ross say, “I’m glad you came, Johnny. We’re going to have a lot of fun while you and your mom are here.”
“Your friend is nice,” Tracy told Carson.
He studied her features for a moment, seeming to reflect on what she’d said. “He’s the best. Right now he’s showing Johnny the big moose head that was mounted years before I was born. It’s the granddaddy of them all, but you don’t see it until you’re leaving to go outside.”
“He’s fascinated by the big animals.”
“Did your husband hunt, or any of your family?”
“No.”
“I’ve never been much of a hunter, either, but my grandfather allowed licensed hunters to use the land during the hunting season, so I do, too. I much prefer to see the elk and deer alive. There’s great opportunity here to photograph the animals. I’ll show Johnny lots of spots. He can hide in the trees and take pictures of squirrels and rabbits, all the cute little forest creatures.”
“He’ll go crazy.”
“That’s the idea.”
To her consternation, Tracy found herself studying his rugged features and looked away. “There’s so much to do here, it’s hard to know where to start. When I read your brochure on the internet, I couldn’t believe it.”
He had an amazing white smile. “Most people can’t do it all. They find something they love and stick to it. That’ll be the trick with Johnny. We’ll try him out on several things and see what he likes most.”
“Mom—” He came running back into the dining room, bringing her back to the present. “You’ve got to see this moose! It’s humongous!” That was Cory’s favorite word.
“I promise I’ll get a look at it when we go outside.”
“Its head is as big as the Pierce’s minicar!”
Carson threw back his head and laughed so hard, everyone in the room looked over. As for Tracy, she felt his rich male belly laugh clear through her stomach to her toes. The laugh set off another of his coughing spells. His blue eyes zeroed in on her. “Who are the Pierces?”
“Our neighbors down the street in Sandusky.”
Johnny sat back down. “Ross thinks he looks like a supersize Bullwinkle.”
“He’s that, all right.”
Tracy smiled at him. “I have a feeling you and Ross are both big teases. Can I presume your other friend is just as bad?”
“He has his moments,” he drawled. “You’ll meet Buck tomorrow when he’s back from taking some guests on an overnight campout.”
“Can we go on one of those?”
Carson’s brilliant blue gaze switched to Johnny. “I’m planning on it.”
Johnny’s face lit up. “I want to see that elk with the giant antlers.”
“You liked that picture?”
“Yeah. It was awesome.”
“I couldn’t agree more, but I don’t know if he’s still around. My grandpa took that picture a few years ago. Tell you what. When we’re out driving and hiking, we’ll look for him.”
The waitress came with their food. Tracy’s omelet was superb. She ate all of it and was gratified to see Johnny finish his ham. Carson put away steak and eggs, then got up from the table.
“Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you out in front in the Jeep. We’ll drive over to the barn.” He coughed for a moment. “Normally we’d walk, but I’m planning to give you a tour of the property after your riding lesson. It’ll save time. The restrooms are down the hall from the front desk.”
“Thank you. The breakfast was delicious by the way.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He turned to leave.
“See you in a minute, Carson! Don’t forget your hat!”
That kid made him chuckle. He’d done a lot of it since last evening. More than he’d done in a long time.
He walked through the doors to the kitchen and nodded to the staff. After putting some bottled water and half a dozen oranges and plums in a bag, he headed down another hall to the bedroom for his Stetson.
Making certain he had his cell on him, he headed out the rear door of the ranch with more energy than usual. Susan would phone him if there were any problems. After stashing the bag in the backseat, he started the engine and took off.
Try as he might, when he drove around the gravel drive to the front, he couldn’t take his eyes off Tracy Baretta. From the length of her sinuous body to her blond hair gleaming in the morning sun, she was a knockout. But she didn’t seem to know it. That was part of her attraction.
“There’s nothing wrong with looking,” his grandfather used to say to him. “But if a woman’s off-limits, then that’s the way you keep it.” Carson had adopted that motto and it had kept him out of a hell of a lot of trouble.
This woman was Tony Baretta’s widow and still grieving for him.
Shut it off, Lundgren.
Johnny started toward him. “Can I ride in front with you?”
“You bet.” He jumped out and went around to open both doors for them, trying to take his own advice as he helped Tracy into the backseat.
Once they got going, Johnny let out a whoop of excitement. “I’ve never ridden in a Jeep before. This is more fun than riding on a fire engine.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“It’s true!”
Carson glanced at him. “I’ve never been on one.”
“If you come back to Ohio, my uncles will let you go on their ladder truck.”
“Sounds pretty exciting. But wait till you ride a horse. You’ll love it so much, you won’t
