charge a hefty fee.” He was searching for reasons to leave. He should have known money wouldn’t be one of them. But he’d try. He doubled his fee, watching her face as he named it.
“My, my, you are proud of your work, aren’t you?”
The urge to justify that amount, to tell her just how good he was, surged through him, but he held it in check. “Yeah.”
“Okay.”
He stared at her, not sure what her single word meant. And irritated that she could be even more succinct than he was.
“Okay, what?”
“I’m agreeing to your price. I’m assuming that’s in addition to room and board. Anything else?”
“Yeah. If I take on any other training jobs, I’ll need stable space for the animals. I’ll pay for the extra feed, of course.”
“I’ll have to check with Abby on that. She runs the ranch. But I think it’ll be okay. When can you start?”
What the hell was he doing? He’d had every intention of driving down that long, dusty driveway and never looking back. Now he was practically moved in.
“Wait a minute. I haven’t seen you ride.”
“So we’ll try it for a week or two and then reevaluate. If you don’t think I’m worth your time, you move on. Or if I don’t like the way you work, you move on. If we’re both satisfied, we keep going.” She was watching him closely. When he didn’t respond, she repeated her earlier question. “When can you start?”
“Uh, in the morning?”
“Right. It’ll take about an hour to fix up a room in the bunkhouse. You’ll take your meals at the house with us. The stable has a couple of empty stalls,” she said, gesturing to the two-horse trailer he had hitched to his truck. “Want some help settling your horses?”
“No! I handle my animals. No one else touches them. Got that?”
“Got it. And I hope you take lots of sugar in your coffee,” she returned.
He knew he was going to regret asking, but he couldn’t help himself. “Why?”
“’Cause you need to sweeten up. Otherwise, everything around you is going to go sour,” she snapped, stepping back from the truck.
“Maybe I need something more than sugar,” he retorted, determined to make her back down. “What do you say to that?”
“That you’re out of luck unless you want to visit town and fork over some cash. That’s none of my business as long as you do your job.” Her chin was rising again, a sign he’d already figured out meant she was digging in her toes.
“I’ll do my job, lady. You just see if you can stand the pace.” He glared at her, but she said nothing else, simply giving him a careless salute and walking toward the house.
He watched the sway of her rear in those tight jeans and was afraid he might drool. Visiting town for some female companionship might be a necessity if he hung around Beth Kennedy for any period of time.
Damn, he’d gotten himself into a mess.
Beth could feel his glare on her. She hoped her trembling legs didn’t show beneath her jeans. What had she gotten herself into?
She wanted to be a barrel racer. The best barrel racer in the world. She’d heard of Jedadiah Davis, read about him. She couldn’t wait to have met him.
Of course, she should have called, but she’d thought she could get home quicker than she had. And she hadn’t wanted to tell her sisters what she was up to.
She should have known he’d be offended by his wait. He was so full of himself—okay, so maybe he had a right to be self-confident. He was the best.
And the handsomest.
She hadn’t expected his rugged good looks. Those piercing blue eyes seemed to read every thought in her head. But that must not be true, or he would have known he’d rocked her almost from the beginning.
Abby was anxiously waiting when she reached the house, taking Beth’s thoughts away from her reaction to the man.
“Well? Are you going to train with Mr. Davis?”
“He’s staying. I’ve got to clean out one of the unused rooms in the bunkhouse.”
“I’ll help,” Melissa, the middle Kennedy sister, said from the doorway. “I’ve been intending to work on those rooms anyway.” Since their visit to the lawyer’s office a month ago, after their Aunt Beulah’s death, learning of their inheritance, Melissa had been redoing the house, making it more efficient and more beautiful.
“Thanks, Missy,” Beth returned, using her childhood name for Melissa. “Do you have time?”
“Yeah. Dinner’s already in the oven for tonight, and I baked a cake this morning.”
“Once he has one of your meals, Mr. Davis will never leave,” Abby teased. “Did you negotiate a fee?” she asked her youngest sister.
“Yeah, and it’s a good thing I inherited a lot of money.” She told Abby the fee he demanded. “That’s twice what I heard he charges, but he’s well worth it. He probably doubled it because he doesn’t think I have any talent,” Beth muttered. “Or because he didn’t like me.”
“Why wouldn’t he like you?” Melissa demanded to know, her hands on her hips. She was always the first to defend her sisters.
Abby chuckled. “Probably because she’s hardheaded and demanding, Melissa.”
“She’s determined,” Melissa corrected, “and charming.”
Both her sisters almost doubled over in laughter.
“I swear, Missy, you’d say the Grinch was misunderstood,” Beth said, hugging her sister.
“And she’d convince the rest of us,” Abby added.
“Oh, you two,” Melissa protested. “But I’m glad the man’s going to take you on. He really is the best.”
“Yeah, I know,” Beth agreed. “Thank you both for letting me try this. I know it’ll make us a little shorthanded on the ranch.”
“We’ll manage,” Abby assured her. When they discovered their inheritance, all three had vowed to pursue their dreams, but actually doing so wasn’t easy. “But why did a flat take so long?”
“I didn’t get the spare fixed six months ago when I had the last flat.”
“Aunt Beulah always said you should pay attention to details,” Abby reminded her.
“Yeah,” Beth agreed with a sigh. “I think Jed Davis will be saying the same thing.”
Beth gathered up clean sheets, a broom, a mop and bucket, and lots of cleaning supplies. Melissa followed
