a fast buck.”
Cisco wanted to question him further, but the guy took off down the steps and toward the front of the park. Pulling open the door, Cisco glanced at the young receptionist who stared back at him with wide eyes.
“Hello, Mr. Mendoza,” she said calmly, her smile composed. “Mr. Stephens is expecting you.”
He raised a brow at her placid expression and hitched his head toward the door. “Everything okay this morning, Janie?”
“No different than most days,” she said in a softer tone. “I’m getting used to the sound of the door slamming.”
Cisco used two fingers to massage his forehead. He’d heard rumors in town of employee unrest at Cowboy Country but hadn’t wanted to believe they were true. If anything could kill a real estate deal before the financing was secured, it was dissension within the company. These days, investors didn’t want to promise their money if the business wasn’t smooth and successful. There was too much at stake and too many other projects vying for the same pool of funds.
“You do a wonderful job at the front,” he told the young woman. “Don’t give up on things yet. It will all work out.”
“Thanks, Mr. Mendoza.” Her eyes turned soft as she leaned forward over her desk. “It’s always a better day when you come to the office.”
He smiled automatically and opened his mouth to offer her some flirtatious rejoinder, then stopped himself. Delaney’s words about him being a lady-killer popped into his head. There was no doubt Cisco loved women, and flirting came as naturally as breathing to him. But now he held back, only nodding in response. He’d never given a second thought to how he’d come across before, but suddenly he wanted to save his banter for a tiny blonde cowgirl.
Before he could decide what that meant, Kent Stephens stuck his head out of the door to his office. “Mendoza, in here now. We need to talk.”
Kent paced back and forth on the far side of his desk as Cisco entered. Although the building was cooled with central air, a fine sheen of sweat shone on the man’s forehead as he talked into his cell phone. “I don’t care. Send her out now.” He hit a button and tossed his phone onto the desk. “I’m pulling more help from our other locations.” He shook his head, running his hands through his hair, leaving it flopping over his wide forehead. “At this rate, Cowboy Country is going to be completely run by people from out of state. It’s like no one in this godforsaken town needs a job.”
“Who was the man leaving?”
“The guy we’d hired to manage the Wild West show. He’s got decades of experience with horses but doesn’t want to do things the way we expect.”
“But wouldn’t you defer to him as the expert?” Cisco asked, taking a seat in front of the desk.
“All we defer to is the bottom line.” Kent dropped into the wide leather chair on the other side of the desk. “Everything Alden Moore touches turns to gold. Every park, every investment, each new idea. All of them have been a success until now.”
“Cowboy Country hasn’t even opened yet,” Cisco argued. “You can’t know it isn’t going to be a success.”
Kent pointed a finger at Cisco. “That’s why I like you, Mendoza. You’re confident. We need more of that attitude around here.” His hand curled into a fist. “What we need less of is country-bumpkin locals stirring up trouble for us. Hasn’t anyone in Horseback Hollow ever heard of progress?”
“I don’t think it’s progress they’re against,” Cisco answered carefully. “But there are traditions here—authentic cowboy traditions—and the people who value them don’t want to feel like some big corporation is making a mockery of the life they hold dear.”
“We’re not making fun of anyone,” Kent practically growled in response. “We just want to make some damn money.” He shook his head. “Mr. Moore doesn’t like the bad publicity. We need a shot in the arm to turn the tide of public sentiment in our favor.” He stood and crossed his arms over his chest. “The condos could do it for us. They’re a clean slate. No one has any preconceived notions, so if we handle the announcement right, it could help the whole operation. How’s it coming with the Fortunes?”
“It’s coming,” Cisco answered. “I’ve been spending time with some of them and—”
“Priming the pump, right?” Kent looked hopeful.
Cisco inwardly cringed. “I wouldn’t describe it that way.” He could only imagine how Delaney would react if she heard Kent’s words. “They’re good people, Kent. But like most of the town, the Fortunes have concerns surrounding anything to do with Cowboy Country. I’m in the process of building relationships. These things take time.”
“I don’t care what you call it,” Kent said quickly. “As long as you get them on board. You’re our rainmaker, Cisco. Right now we could use a typhoon-level storm.”
“I’ve got it under control.” Cisco nodded. “I’m meeting with a group of investors down in Lubbock next week. Even if the Fortunes don’t pan out, I’ll get the backing for the condos.”
“Whoa there.” Kent held up his hands. “Other investors are fine, but we need you to pull in the Fortunes. The family has a ton of money, and they’re going to put some of it into Cowboy Country. That was the deal when we hired you. Don’t forget it.”
“No chance of that with you reminding me every chance you get.”
“Sorry. Like I said, we need some good news around here. It would go a long way toward solidifying your place with Moore Entertainment if you were the guy to bring it.” He pushed a stack of papers forward on his desk. “Take a look at these. Moore Entertainment has a lot of plans once Cowboy Country is solid. This company has a bright future and there’s a lot of opportunity for someone like you, Cisco. Don’t blow it before you even get started.”
At the moment, Cisco was more worried about how his involvement with the theme park was going to affect his relationship with Delaney once that news became public. In a very short time, she’d become an important part of his life. More important than he could remember a woman ever being for him.
But he had to keep his head on straight. He’d stayed in Horseback Hollow for business, and he didn’t fail once he put his mind to something. He had too much at stake, both professionally and financially, to let this be the first time. He’d figure out how to handle Delaney and do this deal. He was certain he could make both things work.
He just had no idea how.
* * *
“You’re really staying in Horseback Hollow for the long haul?” Cisco glanced at his brother as he parked his truck in front of the building that housed the Fortune Foundation.
“Absolutely,” Matteo answered without hesitation. “This is where Rachel wants to be, so it works for me.” He gave Cisco a light poke to the shoulder. “I’m not going to let her too far out of my sight and have some slick charmer like you try to put the moves on her again.”
Cisco was relieved to see Matteo’s grin as he said the words. “You two are a great match,” he told his brother. “No other man would have a chance with her.”
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