the long locks she’d cut in the trash and dropped the scissors back in the drawer.
Now to find her grandfather. She opened the front door and was greeted by a sunny December day. There was a hint of chill in the air and the smell of wet earth. And no sign of Dan. She stepped back inside, leaving the door open a crack.
The camper wasn’t big, maybe thirty feet in length. She walked to the hallway and peered into the empty bathroom.
“Dan? Are you here?” She took another cautious step. “Dan?”
And then she heard the coughing, the same as the previous evening, almost as if he couldn’t catch his breath. She knocked on the closed bedroom door.
“Dan? Are you okay?”
The coughing fit lasted a few more seconds. “I’m fine. Can’t you leave a man in peace?”
“Not if he sounds like he might need help,” she said through the closed door. “Do you need help?”
“No, I don’t need help. Not unless you plan to feed livestock for me.” Through the thin door she heard a raspy chuckle.
“Okay. I think I can do that.”
“You don’t know a cow from a bull.” He began coughing again.
“Do you need a doctor?”
“Call your folks and tell them to come get you,” he said at the end of the spell, his breathing sounding off, even through the door.
“I texted them yesterday but my phone didn’t charge last night.”
“Deliver me from nosy relatives and do-gooders,” he grumbled. But she thought he sounded pleased. Or maybe she wanted him to be pleased.
“You rest. I’ll figure out the difference between a cow and a bull.”
“Don’t get too close to that bull or you’ll be on the business end of his horns. City gals. Land sakes, they drive a man nuts.”
“I’ll yell if I need help.” She looked down at the wedding dress. She guessed it wouldn’t do any good to ask for clothes.
As she headed out the front door and down the steps, careful to avoid loose boards, something red and winged came flying at her. She jumped off the porch and ran but it kept up the chase. The dog began barking and joined the fray. Chickens scattered, squawking in protest.
The crazy thing jumped at her, claws ripping at her dress, and a vicious beak tried to grab hold. She headed for the beat-up old truck parked to the side of the driveway, and when the doors wouldn’t open, she climbed in the back, the dress tangling around her legs. She fell in a heap of white, but then she scrambled to her feet, grabbing a rake that had been left in the bed of the truck.
A truck eased down the drive and stopped a dozen feet from where she stood. Through the window, even with the glare of early morning sun, she could see the cowboy from the previous evening. His wide grin was unmistakable.
The rooster must have known she’d been distracted. He flew at her again. She was ready this time and gave him a good smack with the rake. He made a stupid chicken noise as he fell to the ground, squawking and fluttering his wings.
Alex Palermo got out of his truck, shaking his head and smirking just a little. She probably looked a sight, standing there in the bed of a truck wearing her wedding dress. He didn’t look like he’d slept on a sofa. No, he looked rested. As he took off his cowboy hat, she saw his hair was dark and curly. His ears really were a little too big. It was good to know he wasn’t perfect. He was compact with broad shoulders, wore jeans that fit easy on his trim waist and had a grin that would melt a girl’s heart. Any girl but her.
Her heart was off-limits. Out of order. No longer available.
“It looks like you’ve killed Dan’s rooster,” Alex glanced at the rooster and then raised his gaze to hers. “Want down from there?”
She peeked over the side of the truck, where the rooster had regained his footing. “The rooster looks very much alive to me.”
He flashed a smile, revealing those dimples again. “Yeah, I was teasing. He’s a little stunned. I doubt he’s ever been knocked out with a rake.”
“Stop,” she warned. “That rooster had it coming. And the dog is going down next.”
“What did Bub ever do to you?” He held out a hand for her. “Come on down now, you’ll be fine. I’ll protect you.”
But who would protect her from all of that cowboy charm? He was cute and he knew how to make a girl feel rescued without making her feel weak. She took his hand and managed to climb over the tailgate of the truck without getting tangled up in the massive white skirts. If she’d had her choice she would have picked a slim-fitting dress that didn’t overwhelm her five-foot frame.
“My grandfather is sick,” she told him once she was on the ground.
“Dan has emphysema,” Alex explained and then he held out a bag. “I guess someone will be here to get you today, but I borrowed some clothes from my sister. They’ll be a little bit big on you but I’d imagine you’d like to get out of that dress.”
“Thank you.” She held the bag and looked back at the camper. “I told him I’d feed his livestock.”
His eyes twinkled. “Did you now? And do you know how to feed livestock?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“I don’t doubt that a bit. But I’ll help you. I usually try to check on Dan every few days, since he hasn’t had anyone else.”
Her grandfather didn’t have anyone. Of course he didn’t. She hadn’t even known about him until her grandmother passed away the previous summer. There were family secrets and hurt feelings. She got all of that. But Dan deserved family. He needed family.
“Oh, city girl, I wouldn’t get that look in my eyes if I were you.”
She glanced up at the man standing in front of her, watching her with his steady gaze. “What look?”
“The look that says you think Old Dan needs rescuing. He won’t take kindly to that.”
“But he...”
Alex held up a hand. “You just showed up and he has pride. He isn’t going to let you come in here and start prodding him into submission because you’re a granddaughter with a need to make up for lost time.”
“But he’s sick,” she sputtered. “And I am his granddaughter.”
“Right, I get that. I’ll give you some advice, before you ride in there on a white horse. Let Dan think he’s helping you.”
Her indignation died a quick death. “Oh.”
He pointed to the bag of clothes. “Go change and I’ll wait for you.”
For the first time she took a good look at the place her grandfather called home. The land was flat to a point and then it met rolling,
