a hand over his face. “I’ll need to go into town for tomato plants. Oh, and I’ll need to add those fancy frost guards to my list. Good old Rowdy smashed those, as well.” He let out a weary breath.
“Joe, I’m sorry. I’ll have the crew go into town for the plants if that will help.”
“This is my ranch. I’ll handle it.” He met her gaze. “I can tell you what will help. Getting them in and out fast. The longer they’re on Gallagher Ranch, the greater the chances are I’m going to lose my temper.”
“Yes. Yes. Of course. I’ll monitor them more closely and we’ll get this done quickly.”
“The clock starts ticking now, Becca.”
Rebecca offered a solemn nod. He was absolutely right, and she was completely certain that she was going to need some serious prayer time in order to pull off this assignment.
* * *
“I’ll be back in the morning.”
“What?” At the sound of Becca’s voice, Joe turned from brushing his horse and stared at her. She stood in the doorway of the barn, hesitation on her face.
“To shadow you.” She rubbed her right arm for a moment, then stopped, as if realizing what she was doing, and slipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans.
Joe put the curry comb on the shelf. He glanced at his watch, a decision already made in his mind. “Come on, then. I only have a few minutes.”
“A few minutes?”
“Lunch and a trip into town are next on my list.”
Becca followed him as he left the barn. Overhead the sky continued to spit, and dark clouds rumbled. He moved to the gravel drive.
“I don’t follow. A few minutes for what?”
“The truck.” Joe nodded toward the used-to-be-black, muddy farm truck. He unlocked and opened the passenger door for her before getting in on his side.
“Yes. But where are we going?”
He didn’t answer but continued down a well-worn dirt road to the south, right behind the barn. Less than two minutes later, he pulled up in front of a small cottage with a simple rail porch. Large weathered terra-cotta pots had been placed along the brick walkway that led to the porch steps. They were ready for planting.
“What’s this?” Becca asked.
Joe played with the leather cover on the steering wheel, avoiding her eyes. “It’ll be easier to monitor what’s going on if you stay at the ranch.”
“What?” She looked from the house and back to him.
He gave a nod of affirmation.
“Oh, no, I could never impose.” The words came quickly as she shook her head.
He focused straight ahead at the mud-spattered windshield, now blurred with drops of rain. “You wouldn’t be imposing. No one is using this place. It’s been empty since last September.”
“Whose house is it?”
“Dan lived here with his daughter before he got married. The place is furnished, too.”
“But—”
“This is strictly a business agreement. I need to complete certification, and having you close by will ensure that will happen as quickly as you’ve promised. Especially since you have to babysit greenhorns, who seem to have a knack for stepping in cow patties everywhere they go.”
She paused, considering his words. “What about Casey?”
“Who’s Casey?”
“My daughter.”
Joe’s jaw sagged. “You have a daughter?”
“I do. She’s six.”
“Yeah. Of course your daughter is welcome.”
Becca stared at him for moments, confusion on her face. Then her eyes widened. “Is this about the rental deal falling through?” She released a small gasp. “You overheard the entire conversation, didn’t you?”
“I heard enough. Doesn’t change the facts.”
She turned away. “Of course it does.”
“Why? I told you, this is business.”
When she didn’t say anything, he muttered a short expression under his breath. Stubborn. He’d forgotten how stubborn the woman could be when her back was against the wall.
“Becca, don’t let your pride stand in the way.”
“It’s not my pride. I’m used to that being shredded.” She met his gaze for a moment, then shifted her attention out the window. “I...don’t think you understand what’s going on here, Joe.”
“Going on? What do you mean?”
“Letting me stay on your ranch may put you right in the center of the bull’s-eye.” She gestured with her hands.
“You aren’t making any sense.”
“Why do you think I didn’t get that rental house?” Rebecca asked.
“I have a few ideas.”
“So do I. Nick’s grandfather. I’m sure of it. Judge Nicholas Brown used his considerable influence to sway the courts to bring what was simply a horrible car accident to a jury trial.”
Joe opened his mouth and closed it again, his lips forming a thin line.
“My bail was set so high that my mother was left scrambling to raise the money. I sat in jail for two weeks. Two weeks. Do you know what it’s like to be in jail, Joe?” She swallowed. “Do you have any idea?”
Hands tightening on the steering wheel, Joe’s head jerked back as though he’d been hit.
She took a steadying breath. “When Hollis Elliott heard about it, he put up the bond money.”
“I don’t get it. You were found innocent.”
“Judge Brown continues to punish me for Nick’s death.”
“Why, if it was an accident?”
“Not in his mind.” She twisted her hands in her lap. “I think he’s aiming for custody of my daughter.”
“He has no grounds for that.”
“Rich people live in a different world than you and me. He’s a prominent citizen in the valley. He owns a lot of property in Four Forks. He’ll claim he can better provide for Casey.” She released a breath. “The truth is that he can.”
“You’re her mother. You’re employed,
