is,” Jonas said, surprised, “unless you finish sooner or get sick of it. Do you have a problem with sleeping in a bunkhouse?”
Gage shook his head, not bothering to point out that the roof had holes in it the size of owls. He could get those patched up in the next month. He could get a lot done—if he didn’t have Cat to entertain. Secretly, he wasn’t certain what to do with a daughter he didn’t know that well. He’d met her only once, and he’d been nervous as hell.
The only good thing about having Chelsea and her mom on the property was that maybe they’d provide a buffer.
“Frankly, I’m scared shi—”
“Well, don’t worry,” Jonas said, his tone jovial as he pushed his hat down a little more comfortably on his head. “So, what’d you think of Chelsea?”
What did he think of Chelsea? Now, that was a loaded question. Gage sent his friend a suspicious glance, keeping his face unreadable. She was beautiful, for one. She had a helluva rack on her, and seeing her bare and not reacting had taken all of his self-control. Taut nipples, sweet breasts—he broke into a sweat that had nothing to do with the hot New Mexico sun. “Last I saw her, she was pretty upset about a little friend that was visiting. I’m hoping she’ll calm down before I get back.”
Jonas looked up from staring at his phone, his attention finally caught. “What kind of friend?”
“A snake friend. Just a small one, maybe a foot long. Nothing to get excited about. Be seeing you, Jonas.” Gage nodded and went down the sidewalk toward the lumber store, not feeling any more need to socialize. Reading Jonas the riot act about sticking him with a red-haired, sexy female wasn’t going to do anything but give his friend fodder for tales around the dinner table. He knew the Callahans too well.
I can take it, Gage thought. He just wasn’t certain he could take Chelsea and Cat and Ma all under one roof, when he didn’t know any of them at all.
* * *
“JONAS!” CHELSEA EXCLAIMED when her one-time fiancé banged on the front door. “Get in here so I can bawl you out like you’ve never been bawled out before!”
He came in, looking a bit wary, wearing a smile to placate her. She was not placated.
“Why didn’t you tell me there was going to be someone else living here?” she began hotly.
“Everything happened quickly,” Jonas said. “Both of you are making way too big a deal of this. Pretend like this farmhouse is a bed-and-breakfast. Would you care who the other boarders were?”
“No,” Chelsea said, clenching her teeth, “at least not until one of them shot a gun near my feet, I wouldn’t.”
“Gun?” Jonas perked up. “Gage wouldn’t fire a gun near you, Chelsea.”
“Well, he did.” She wasn’t about to share the whole bikini topless incident.
“Had to have had a good reason.”
Jonas’s eyes began to twinkle, and she knew from experience that he was vastly amused and couldn’t wait to hear the whole story, which would be retold later to his brothers and their wives with great gusto.
“Were you being mean to him, Chelsea?” Jonas asked, his tone rich with teasing.
“No, Jonas, I wasn’t.” He was referring to her Irish temper, knowing full well she wasn’t really mean to anybody.
But she did have a temper.
Which she didn’t intend to rein in now.
“Did this have anything to do with a critter you didn’t want around?”
“I am quite certain, Jonas, that Gage has told you everything, if you know about the critter. I’m sure he couldn’t wait to have a good laugh at my expense.”
“Now, now,” Jonas said, his voice comforting. “Gage didn’t tell me anything except that some animal had been around, and you hadn’t been happy about it.”
“It was a snake,” she said.
“Snakes are no fun,” Jonas agreed, trying to get on her good side. “What kind was it?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” she snapped.
“It’s important to know, Chelsea. If it was poisonous, I need to look for a nest and—”
“A nest!” Her blood ran cold.
He looked at her, his gaze curious. “You’re really afraid of snakes, aren’t you?”
“Everyone who is normal has a fear of snakes,” Chelsea stated, “unless that’s their line of work. And I’m not a snake charmer. Yes, Jonas, you know darn well that I’m as unenthusiastic about snakes as your five sisters-in-law and your wife would be.”
“True,” he conceded. “Snakes are not welcome around Rancho Diablo.”
“Well, then.” She crossed her arms. “Maybe you’d like to go take a look at it and catalog it. The stupid thing is down by the creek.”
“All right.” He ambled off, letting the screen door slam. Chelsea shook her head, thinking that men could be so dense at times. She went back to dusting, arranging the kitchen so she could start cooking tomorrow.
Cleaning made her start thinking about her heroine, who was still in danger and dangling cliffside.
This writer’s block is terrible. I don’t know how to get the story to flow again. I need peace and quiet and—
“Aw,” Jonas said, coming back inside with half a snake dangling from his hand. “It was just a—”
Chelsea screamed, a good old-fashioned gut scream that probably moved nearby mountains.
“What?” he said. “This is just a harmless—”
“Get it out of the house!”
“All right, all right.” He exited his own house in a hurry, recognizing that he and his trophy weren’t welcome. Chelsea grabbed a glass of water, drinking to calm herself.
“I’m sure that snake was more scared of you than you were of it,” he called from the porch.
“Shut up, Jonas,” she said, and then she heard Gage and him giggling outside the screen door like a couple hyenas. Like children. Chelsea drew a deep breath, marched to the front door, slammed it shut and locked it.
Boys might be boys—but not at her expense.
* * *
“NOW YOU’VE DONE IT,” Gage told Jonas. “I could have told you that gag wasn’t going to play well. Although it was funny. That Irish is a screamer for certain.”
His friend couldn’t contain his grin. “I’m going to take it home and bring it out at the dinner table.”
“Sabrina
