run the ranch. And help Jax. And volunteer to help build the senior center.
First, though, he’d have to dig through all this trash.
“Oh, my,” Vivian breathed from behind his left shoulder. “This is truly awful.”
“You haven’t been inside before today?”
Her face colored, staining her cheeks an alluring soft pink. “Honestly? No. The entire real estate transaction was done over the phone and on the internet. I haven’t been back in town for more than a couple of days, and I’ve been busy moving myself into a cabin on Redemption Ranch. Before I knew it, the day of the auction crept up on me, and at that point, I figured we may as well take a look at it together, so we could start making plans.”
“So you bought it sight unseen.”
“Well, I saw the exterior, and I remembered the location from when I lived here before. The pictures the real estate agent gave me must have been from when the property was still a working barbershop. I had at least some idea of what I was getting into.”
Nick personally thought she had no idea what she was getting into. The real estate agent who talked her into buying this property should be shot, taking advantage of Vivian that way. And the worst part was she didn’t have the slightest idea that she’d been taken.
Whatever she’d paid for it, it was too much.
Vivian shook her head. “I apologize. This is all my fault. I should have come down and inspected the place before I got you involved.”
Nick heard the trip in her voice and realized she must have read the expression on his face. She looked as if she were about to cry. She pressed her lips tightly together as if trying to stem the tide of her emotions, which ebbed and flowed faster than Nick could keep up with.
But he could relate to her discouragement. On the work front, he’d recently lost several head of cattle to disease. Then there was his public breakup with Brittany.
Life threw everyone curves. It was how a man—or a woman—responded to those setbacks that showed what kind of person they were.
“Well, I suppose I should call for a Dumpster to be brought in so I can start cleaning,” Viv said, wiping her palms across the denim of her blue jeans. “I’ll put all the trash in one corner until I can remove it. Do you want to go see about that ladder?”
Nick’s gaze widened. He had to admit he’d fully expected her to turn tail and run. But she was just buckling down and pushing forward. Which either made her very brave or completely nuts. At this point he wasn’t sure which.
At least there was one problem that would be quick and easy to fix. As Nick suspected, Eddie was only too happy to loan him a ladder—on behalf of Emerson’s pretty new neighbor, of course. Eddie obviously saw it as an opportunity to ingratiate himself with the lady. Nick didn’t know how he felt about that, but he appreciated Eddie lending him a hand when it came to removing the signage—even if it was for ulterior motives.
By the time Nick brought the ladder back to Emerson’s and returned to the shop, Vivian had managed to create quite a large pile of debris in one corner.
“Did you see this?” she exclaimed, pointing to a bent-up red tricycle with missing spokes and flat tires. “Who would leave a tricycle in an abandoned shop?” she asked, folding her arms as if she were suddenly cold. “It kind of makes me sad to think about.”
“Are you making up stories in your mind about the poor little child who lost his bike?” he guessed.
Count on Vivian to be nostalgic over a rusty piece of metal.
Her eyes widened on him and then she laughed. “Yes, I suppose I am. You must think I’m a real airhead.”
“No, I don’t,” he immediately countered, then cleared his throat.
Heat filled his chest and rose into his neck. That was exactly what he’d been thinking, and honestly, she’d done little to prove otherwise. Still, it seemed to him that she cut herself down a lot, and it gave him cause to wonder why she was so hard on herself.
“Yes, you do,” Vivian scoffed. “And I suspect it’s going to take some real work on my part to change your opinion of me. You have the Mr. Darcy Syndrome.”
He tilted his head at her in confusion. He knew he’d heard the name somewhere, but he hadn’t a clue as to where. “The what?”
“Oh, you are so busted. He’s the hero of Pride and Prejudice, which you absolutely should already know. That book was required reading for every tenth-grader at Serendipity High School since the day the school opened.”
He grinned. “Are you going to tell Mrs. Keller on me? She still teaches tenth grade English, you know. I may have used CliffsNotes to get through. I’ve never been much of a reader, especially not gushy romance.” He didn’t mention why he didn’t care for reading. His dyslexia was a well-kept secret. Only his teachers and family knew about it.
“There’s a movie,” Vivian suggested with a laugh. “Several of them, in fact.”
“Eww. That would be worse than reading the book.” Nick cringed. “You’d have to tie me down to the chair to force me to watch that frilly, girly kind of stuff.”
“You have such a closed mind.”
“Opinionated,” he countered.
“Stubborn.”
“Okay, we can agree on that.”
“So you’re stubborn and I’m a complete ditz.”
Nick’s gaze narrowed on her. “You keep saying stuff like that. Sweeping generalizations and insults that don’t really apply to you. I don’t get it. Why do you do that?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. And do you really think the term ditz doesn’t apply to me? I bought this property sight unseen and then dragged you into the mess.”
Nick suspected it wasn’t just moving back to Serendipity from Houston that had kept Vivian’s mind busy. It sounded like she was getting over some big emotional hurdles, too. But there was no way he was bringing her past or her hurt feelings into the conversation.
“Like you said, it’s Main Street. It was a reasonable assumption to make that the property would be in workable condition when you bought it.”
“Yes, but I thought I was only going to have to modify it from a barbershop to a salon and spa. I knew I’d have to paint and wallpaper but I didn’t expect that I would have to fix a bunch of holes in the walls. Maybe I could just stuff bouquets of fake flowers in the holes and call it art.”
She frowned but her eyes were bright and it was clear from her tone that she was making light of the circumstances.
It was more than he would have done under the same conditions. It was more than he was doing. He felt frustrated, angry and discouraged for her and her crazy spa idea.
But somehow, he’d fix the problem. Because he was a man, and that’s what men did. His family had so many issues he was helpless to resolve:
