“Yeah, Cruz’s dad’s gonna be ticked when he sees the busted fence,” Victor said.
Riley was being conned, but played along. “I’ll pay you guys to straighten things up before Cruz’s father gets word of the damage.” He handed each boy a Ben Franklin. Eyes wide, mouths hanging open, the teens gaped at the money. They’d probably never seen a hundred-dollar bill before.
“Absolutely not.” Maria snatched the money from their fingertips. “None of their fathers owns this business, Mr. Fitzgerald.”
Mr. Fitzgerald? The only person he’d ever heard called Mr. Fitzgerald was his father.
“Alonso, Cruz and Victor are enrolled in a high school program I teach for at-risk teens.”
Cruz attempted to mimic his teacher’s voice. “Ms. Alvarez is our last chance to change our ways before we land in prison or fall under the influence of gangs.” Laughing, the boys decked each other with playful punches.
“That’s enough.” Maria scowled. “Get in the car. We’ll discuss the ramifications of your actions in a minute.”
The boys shuffled off. When they were out of earshot, Maria said, “You landed your plane in an abandoned salvage yard that’s rumored to have been taken over by the Los Locos. The boys were hanging out here, waiting for the gang.”
“You think the thugs will show up tonight?”
The sexy cowboy pilot was worried about the plane being vandalized. “I don’t know.”
“Mind if I hitch a ride with you? I need to make arrangements to have the plane towed.”
The last thing Maria wanted was a handsome cowboy distracting her while she reprimanded her students. She clearly hesitated too long in answering, because he added, “You don’t have to go out of your way. Drop me off wherever you’re taking those guys.”
She couldn’t very well leave him alone in the junkyard with night approaching. “Sure. I’ll give you a lift. And I can give you the name of a reliable mechanic.”
“I’ll fetch my gear bag.” He jogged to the plane and Maria had to drag her eyes from his muscular backside.
You’re old enough to be his mother. That wasn’t exactly true—an older sister, maybe. Regardless, it irked her that a man as young as Riley had thrown her for a loop. With all she’d been through and seen in her thirty-five years she should be immune to a handsome face and a sexy swagger.
“Is the cowboy dude coming or what?” Cruz asked when Maria returned to the station wagon.
“Yep.” She settled behind the wheel and glanced in the rearview mirror. The three musketeers sat shoulder-to-shoulder. The boys were all bright and funny, and deserved a chance to escape the gang violence of inner-city life. If only they believed in themselves. Maria was doing her best to nurture their self-confidence and encourage them to study. They had to excel in the classroom if they wanted any chance at a life away from gangs and drugs. The boys’ actions today proved that her efforts were falling short.
“We’re giving Mr. Fitzgerald a ride into town. You three better mind your manners.”
“Are we gonna get to make up the quiz?” Alonso asked.
Of course they would. Maria bent and broke the rules to help her students succeed. “We’ll see.” Wouldn’t hurt to let them stew.
“C’mon, Ms. Alvarez,” Victor whined. “We know the material.”
Victor and Alonso glanced at Cruz, expecting their buddy to chime in but Cruz remained silent. Of the three, Maria worried she’d lose Cruz to a gang. A few months ago his younger brother had gotten caught in the crossfire between two rival gangs and had been killed. Maria sensed Cruz wanted revenge. She knew the feeling well, but when she’d attempted to share her personal experience with gang violence, Cruz had shut her out.
“Who gave you guys a ride out here?”
“A trucker dropped us off at the exit ramp on the interstate. We hiked the rest of the way,” Victor said.
The passenger door opened and the cowboy tossed a duffel onto the front seat. “Sorry,” he said.
“What’s in the bag, mister?” Alonso asked.
“Change of clothes and my rodeo gear.” He removed his hat and rested it atop his knee.
“Mr. Fitzgerald—”
“Call me Riley.” His smile set loose a swarm of butterflies in Maria’s stomach.
“Riley,” she repeated in her best schoolmarm voice. “Please fasten your seat belt.” Once he’d completed the task she made a U-turn and drove away from the salvage yard.
“You ride bulls for real?” Victor asked.
“Nah, I’m not that crazy. I bust broncs.”
“You famous?” Cruz asked.
“I won a world title last year at the NFR in Vegas. Ever heard of that? The National Finals Rodeo?”
A resounding “no” erupted from Victor’s and Alonso’s mouths.
“It’s the biggest rodeo of the year. The top fifteen money-making cowboys in each event compete for a world title.”
“Does the winner get a lot of coin?” Victor asked.
“Depends on your definition of a lot.”
“A thousand dollars,” Victor blurted.
“Idiot.” Alonso elbowed Victor in the side. “He flies a plane, so he’s gotta make more ’n a thousand dollars.”
“How’d you learn to fly?” Victor asked.
“Went to flight school while I was in college.”
Maria’s ears perked at the word college.
“Why’d you go to college?” Victor asked.
“What else was I going to do after high school?” Riley said.
Victor’s eyes widened. “You coulda hung out with your homies.”
“Yeah, but that would get boring after a while.”
The teens exchanged bewildered glances.
“The truth is,” Riley said, “my old man insisted I earn a college degree so I’d be prepared to help with the family business.”
Intrigued, Maria joined the conversation. “What does your family do?”
“They breed horses.”
Her hunch had been correct. “You live on a ranch.”
“No, my family lives on a horse farm in Kentucky.”
