quietly and studied Sawyer. “I’ll let you know after I’ve read his proposal.”
Eyes narrowed, Lulu focused on him. “You’ve got some mighty big shoes to fill, mister. Like I said, folks around here tend to depend on Erin.”
Sawyer now knew that he wasn’t the odds-on favorite of some of the people in town. He’d have to turn on the charm. “I’ll try, ma’am. And I hope to consult with Erin here after she has finished reading my proposal.”
“I’d like to hear her ideas, myself. Not that I don’t trust you, but we know Erin.”
“No offense taken.”
“How is your father?” Lulu asked.
“The doctors think he’ll recover, but how quickly they don’t know. Right now they are still evaluating him. He’s conscious, but not talking.”
Lulu nodded. “I’m sorry about that. If you need anything, let me know.”
Erin let down her guard long enough that he saw the worry in her eyes. “Thanks.”
He took another bite of the burger, which confirmed what his taste buds had already told him. “Oh, this is good.”
Several more locals entered the restaurant and clustered at the order desk.
Erin nodded at them.
Sawyer wanted to ask her about a good place to stay, but he wasn’t sure she’d welcome giving him more advice.
Taking the last bite of her burger, she threw her napkin on her plate. “I’ll finish your proposal tonight and get back to you after I’ve thought about your suggestions and plan of attack.”
A reasonable response, but he’d keep up his guard. “Do you still ride barrels competitively?”
“I do and was in Denver competing when I got word about my dad’s stroke.” She fell silent. “Five days,” she whispered to herself. She shook her head and picked up her thoughts. “I left the competition and dropped my horse at our family ranch before driving to see Dad. I didn’t know the result of the vote on the contract until this morning when I saw you standing at the head of the table.”
He tensed.
“Congratulations.” She held out her hand.
He took it, and he felt an electric charge race up his arm, scrambling his brains. “Thank you. I welcome all input.”
“Really?” Her arched brow and the twinkle in her eyes gave him pause. He knew a challenge when he saw one.
“Absolutely. Once you’ve read through my plan, I’d welcome your input.”
“If you’re pulling my leg or trying to smooth things over with the little lady, you’ve seriously misjudged the situation.”
“No, I meant what I said.”
“Good, because I’ll have input.”
“I look forward to it.”
Her mouth slowly curved into a smile that could only be categorized as one of pure determination.
The door to the restaurant opened and a couple around Erin’s age walked in. The woman had beautiful blond hair that fell beyond her shoulders. Under the ton of makeup she had slathered on, she might’ve been pretty, Sawyer thought, but she just looked hard. She scanned the restaurant, clapped eyes on them and marched to the table much like General Patton marching across France.
“Erin, what a wonderful heart you have.” The woman’s voice dripped with sugar and venom. “I could’ve never eaten with the man who beat me out for a job I wanted, but here you are dining with our new turnaround specialist,” she said. Her raised voice echoed through the restaurant. The smirk on her face told Sawyer this woman enjoyed Erin’s humiliation.
Erin didn’t look up as she calmly collected the proposal and put it into her tote. The man with the blonde looked panicked.
Sawyer held out his hand. “Sawyer Jensen. And you are?”
“Traci and Andy Hyatt,” the man responded.
“My father is Melvin Lowell,” Traci announced, as if that said it all.
Sawyer stole a look at Erin. She didn’t look nervous or upset. She simply sat back.
Andy cleared his throat. “I’m sorry to hear about your dad, Erin. I always liked him.”
Traci elbowed her husband.
“What?” Andy asked. “Detrick always treated me well. I’m sorry to hear about his stroke.”
“Thanks, Andy,” Erin replied. “Dad felt the same about you.”
There was a wealth of meaning buried in those words. Andy glanced at his wife, who glared back.
“Watch your back with this one. You might find a knife there,” Traci warned, pointing toward Erin.
Andy pulled his wife away from the table. “Let’s order.”
Erin didn’t offer any explanation, but the tension the couple caused lingered.
In a small town there were lots of undercurrents that could take down an outsider in an instant, and Sawyer had just encountered one. You had to pay attention to body language and tone if you wanted to save yourself. He’d learned that lesson the hard way with his mom’s constant stream of boyfriends.
“Can you recommend a place to stay while I’m here?” he asked, wanting to change the subject.
Erin’s gaze settled back on him. “The board didn’t arrange a place for you to stay?”
“No, it wasn’t mentioned.”
“Well, there are quite a few motels.”
“What about that interesting-looking motel I saw a block over when I drove into town? The one that looks like a big sombrero?”
“Are you sure you want to stay there? It was built in 1937. We have more modern places.”
“No, I kinda like its style. A blast from the past.”
“Most of the rooms don’t have TVs. And their phones are the big black rotary kind.”
For some reason, the lady didn’t want him to stay there. Why?
Before he could respond, a couple walked into the restaurant. They nodded to Erin and made their way to the order counter.
“I think I can handle that,” he said.
Erin studied him, but before she could respond, they heard, “What?” The man at the counter said, “You’re joshing me?” He looked over his shoulder at them.
“You sure, Lulu?” the woman questioned.
Instantly,
