grandmother and I were opening a guest ranch. She owns the house, but I have the twenty-five acres surrounding it. We back up onto the National Forest so it’s the perfect location for running tours. I’ve been here since the fall working on renovations and booking clients. Guests start arriving in a couple of weeks.”
Sara looked from Claire to Josh, her gaze almost accusatory. “Does it make money?”
He tried to look confident. “It will. I’ve sunk everything I have into the place.” Everything I had left after medical bills, he added silently. “Trudy was going to help for the first season. I planned to buy her out with my half of the profits.”
“But now the house is mine.”
Josh nodded. “I don’t expect you to hang around. I’ll cover the mortgage. At the end of the summer, I can take the whole place off your hands.”
“Why can’t you buy it from me now?” Her gaze traveled around the large room.
“The bank wants to see that it’s a viable business before they’ll approve my loan. Trust me, it’s a good plan. Trudy and I worked it out.”
She looked him up and down. “Trudy isn’t here anymore.”
“I know,” he agreed, feeling the familiar ache in his chest as he thought of the woman who’d been more of a mother to him than his own. He wondered how difficult Sara was going to make this for him. He’d known Trudy’s granddaughter had inherited the house. Josh had gone directly from the funeral service to the bank to see if he had any options. He didn’t. He needed time and a bang-up summer to make this work. Otherwise, he might as well burn his savings in a bonfire out back. There was no Plan B.
“What if I want to sell now?”
His gut tightened. “Rose got to you already.”
“How do you know my mother?”
“She and her land-developer boyfriend have been here a couple of times. The guy wants to tear down the house and build luxury condos on the property. Make Crimson a suburb of Aspen. What an idiot.”
Claire took a step forward. “Are you going to let us stay or should I start packing?” She eyed both Sara and Josh as she bit her lip. “Because all my stuff is folded and in drawers where I want it.”
He heard the desperation in her voice, knew that despite her smart mouth, his daughter was hanging on by a short thread these days. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, they had that much in common. He’d promised to take care of her, make up for his past mistakes. The ones he made with her and those he’d buried deeper than that. He needed this summer to do it.
“Claire, I told you—”
“I know what it’s like to want a place to call home,” Sara said quietly, her attention focused completely on Claire. Her eyes had gentled in a way that made his heartbeat race. For a moment, he wished she’d look at him with that soft gaze.
Claire blew out a pent-up breath and gave Sara a shy smile, not the sarcastic sneer she typically bestowed on him. His heart melted at both her innocence and how much she reminded him of another girl he’d once tried to protect.
Sara returned the smile and his pulse leaped to a full gallop. Don’t go there, he reminded himself. Not with that one.
“Can you give your dad and me time to talk?” Sara asked. “To work things out? Maybe you could show April around.” She pulled her friend forward. “She’s into nature and stuff.”
“Come on,” April said. “Can we walk to the pond I saw on the way in?”
Claire nodded. “It’s quicker to go out the back.”
As she passed, Josh moved to give his daughter a hug. She shrugged away from his grasp. One step at a time. He’d seen her smile, even if it wasn’t at him.
“Thanks,” he said when the back door clicked. “I’m sure we can—”
“Cut the bull.”
So much for the soft gaze.
She folded her arms across her chest. Josh forced himself to keep his eyes on her face.
“I don’t want to hurt your kid, but I don’t have time to play Swiss Family Robinson for the summer. I need money and I need it now. If you want to make a deal, what do you have to offer?”
His adrenaline from a moment ago turned to anger and frustration. “I put everything I had into buying the land and fixing up the place. I’ve paid for marketing, a website, direct mail. We’ve got a real chance of making this work.” He raked his hands through his hair. “It has to work.”
“I’m not about to...” She stopped and cocked her head.
“What? Not about to what?”
“Do you hear that?”
A sudden sound of pounding filled the air.
“That sounds like—”
He turned as Buster, his oversize bloodhound, charged down the hall, galloping toward the kitchen.
“Buster, sit.” The dog slid across the hardwood floor and ran smack into Josh’s legs, all enormous paws and wiggly bottom.
“Buster’s harmless.”
He looked back at Sara, now crouched on the butcher-block counter with wide eyes. “Keep that thing away from me.”
He felt a momentary pang of sympathy for her obvious fear, then glanced at Buster and smiled. “Looks like I’ve got you right where I want you, Hollywood Barbie.”
So much for being cool, calm and in control.
“This isn’t funny.” Sara hated that her voice trembled.
Josh bent to rub the giant beast’s belly. The dog was deep brown with a wide ring of black fur around the middle of its back. Its eyes were dark, at least what she could see under the wrinkles that covered its head. It yawned, displaying a mouth full of teeth and flopped onto the wood floor. One pancake-size ear flipped over his snout. Outstretched, it was nearly as long as she was.
“This is Buster,” Josh said with a laugh. “He wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“That dog looks like he could eat me for breakfast.”
“Lucky for you, it’s nearly lunch.”
“You are so not helping here.”
“I like you better up there. You’re not chewing me out.”
“I wasn’t chewing—” She stopped and met his gaze, now lit with humor. “You’re living in my house.”
“I explained that.”
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