realize that people who’ve known toughness and hurt appreciate comfort just as much as the rest of us. I want everyone who comes to Burt’s ranch to be comfortable.” He rose slowly. “I’m sorry you don’t approve.”
“Oh, Tanner.” Sophie hated that she’d spoiled his happiness. She touched his arm, wishing she hadn’t immediately thought the worst of him. Independence was a fine thing but it was time to realize that not every man was like Marty. “I didn’t say I didn’t approve.”
“You didn’t have to.” He seemed disappointed, his earlier joy gone. “It’s in your face and your voice.”
“I was just surprised. Anyone would love to come here. You’ve created a very comfortable, beautiful place.” Sophie smiled at him. “I’m overwhelmed by the change. It’s so different.”
“Thanks.” He looked relieved. “I particularly wanted this room perfect because further down the line, when things are more established, I hope to invite Social Services or some organization like that to come see what Wranglers can offer kids.” He made a face. “I doubt they’d be impressed by the former decor. If they one day agree to partner in a program for needy children, I want this place to be ready.”
“You’ve changed, also.” Sophie studied the bright glint in his green eyes. “When we talked before you seemed as if you were struggling to begin Burt’s dream but now you’re charging ahead full speed.” It wasn’t a criticism. More that she couldn’t quite define the change she saw in him.
“Because of you. You planted ideas that wouldn’t go away.” Tanner’s steady stare made Sophie blush. “God’s been working on me. I couldn’t see how Burt’s idea would work with me in charge. I still can’t. But I’ll start with your day camp idea and wait for God to lead me from there.”
“I hope He comes through for you.” How could she have imagined Tanner would be sidetracked by Burt’s money? Everything he’d done here was with a view to fulfill Burt’s dream.
“God always comes through, Sophie. It’s just that sometimes it’s in a different way than we expect.” He smiled, his straight, even teeth flashing. “At the very least I owe you dinner for helping me get started.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” No way did she want this man to think there would be more than business to their relationship.
“Yeah, I do.” His lazy smile was so attractive. “I want to repay you for helping me realize that I don’t have to have the whole plan up and running right away. Burt once said it took years for God to get him used to the idea of using Wranglers Ranch for kids. I’ll trust God to keep pushing me forward.”
“I wish I had your strength,” Sophie muttered, not intending him to hear it.
“Lady, you’re a lot stronger than I’ll ever be.” Tanner leaned against the door frame, his hand stuffed into his front pockets. “I could never handle a job, two kids, one of whom I homeschool—”
“Where’s Beth?” How could she have gotten so caught up in Tanner that she’d forgotten her daughter? Sophie glanced frantically at the work site where stone masons chiseled a patio.
“I’m here, Mama. I’m coloring.” Her daughter sat on the floor in one corner, a book in front of her, crayons neatly organized. “I didn’t bother you, Mama. So can we see the bunnies?”
“Sweetheart, you never bother me. And you’ve been very patient.” Sophie hunched down beside her child and pressed a tender kiss against her head. “Just a few minutes more,” she promised.
“Okay.” Beth happily returned to her crayons.
“She’s such a sweet kid,” Tanner murmured, his dark green gaze resting on Beth. “It must be great to have a daughter like her. She brims with joy no matter what.”
“Yes, she does.” Sophie wanted to hug him for saying that. So many people saw only Beth’s handicap, yet Tanner— She quashed her admiration for the rancher and returned to the reason she’d come here. “The homeschool group wants to plan an outing to your ranch, if you’ll allow them to come.”
“Sure.” His forehead creased. “When? And what kinds of things will you want to do? I remember you said that not all the kids would be able to ride.”
“For this first trip there’ll be no riding. Instead we’re looking for educational as well as fun.” Sophie laid out the board’s ideas: a nature walk, a discussion and perhaps a demonstration about a day on the ranch followed by refreshments. “Is that doable?” A leap of pleasure sprang inside at his nod.
“Provided you handle the refreshment part,” he said with a grin.
“No problem.” A wash of relief filled her at the ease of working with him. “When is a good time for you?”
Tanner consulted the calendar on his phone before giving her a choice of dates. She noted those, promised to get back to him, then glanced around.
“Is something wrong?” he said.
“Just wondering when the patio will be finished.” A dozen scenarios for using the area played through her head.
“By the end of tomorrow, I hope. That’s what they promised.” He smiled at Sophie’s surprise. “They’d better finish then because the youth pastor, Mike, is bringing some kids out on Friday evening and he wants them to have a sing-along around a fire.”
“So you’re already getting kids out here.” She grinned at him. “That was fast.”
“That was your daughter’s doing.” He glanced at Beth and chuckled.
“Beth?” Sophie liked Tanner’s smile, an open, sharing kind of expression, not the kind of cagey grin that made you worry about what would come next. “What did she do?”
“She spoke to Mike last Sunday. I don’t know exactly what she said, but apparently Beth is a great salesgirl. He called me up that night to ask if we could arrange something especially challenging for some tough kids in his group who haven’t been engaged by whatever he’s been arranging. He’s planning a mini rodeo for Friday.”
“Can you handle that?” she asked curiously.
“Oh sure.” Tanner winked at her. Sophie’s stomach dipped. “We’ll take out Jezebel, Obadiah and a few other old-timers for the kids to ride. They’re gentle and don’t spook. We won’t be setting any rodeo records but it’s all for fun anyway.”
“Jezebel and Obadiah, huh?” Sophie couldn’t smother her laughter.
“Yep.” He grinned at her. “Actually I intended to phone you to see if I could order some snacks,” Tanner added. His cheeks turned slightly pink when Sophie checked her watch and then raised her eyebrows.
“Tanner, today is Wednesday. Your event is Friday. I pride myself on freshly made delicious food, but I need time to make it,” she scolded. “I have an event on Friday night and another on Saturday.”
“I’m sorry. I got caught up in other stuff. Never mind. I’ll go to the bakery.” He looked so sad about it that Sophie’s irritation melted.
“And ruin Wranglers’
