not to like? I had a dog once.” Her eyes grew distant and she sucked in a breath, shuddering. “My, uh, dad accidentally ran Queenie over. She died. It was awful.”
“That’s rough. Rocky here had a brush with death not too long ago.”
Macy kept vigilant, stroking the top of Rocky’s head and shoulders, and the darn dog was lapping it all up. “What happened?”
“There was a fire.”
“Oh no!”
“Yeah, Rocky almost didn’t make it.”
“Oh,” Macy said, intent on the dog. “Did you rescue Rocky, too?”
Carter grunted and rose to his full height. “In more ways than one.” But he wasn’t going there today. He didn’t want to ruin his good mood thinking about Riley McCay, his alcoholic father, and the dog he couldn’t care for. He turned to Henry, his foreman, who’d been giving Carter strange stares since he’d picked them up at the airport. Henry didn’t know what to make of Macy. He’d expected to see Jocelyn standing beside Carter outside the terminal gates.
His foreman retrieved Carter’s bag and Macy’s flamingo-pink suitcases from the back end of the vehicle and set them down on the ground, with a shake of his head. Carter’s lips pulled tight to keep from chuckling at his mystified foreman’s expression. “Thanks, Henry. I’ll take Macy’s bags into the house myself. Appreciate the ride.”
Henry nodded and shot a glance to Macy.
She looked up at the same time. “Yes, thank you, Henry.”
He tipped his hat to her, got in the SUV and drove off.
“I think you’ve made a friend there,” Carter said, heaving her suitcases.
“Henry?” she quizzed, looking up.
He pointed to the golden retriever. “I was talking about the dog.”
A genuine smile lifted her lips. “I think Rocky and I are going to be good friends.”
Macy rose and followed Carter toward the house, Rocky at her heels. At least his new houseguest liked dogs. Jocelyn would hoist her nose at Rocky and claim he triggered her allergies. The two hadn’t been friends.
Not that Carter was comparing the women or anything.
After Macy gushed over the interior living area of his home, which managed to puff his chest again, he walked her down the hallway, offering her one of three bedrooms. She stuck her head inside all of them and then met him back in the hallway. “Where is your bedroom?”
Well, damn. That was right to the point. If he’d been gulping whiskey, he might have spit his liquor at that one. “The last room down the hall and to the right.” His brows knit together. “Why?”
“I appreciate you letting me hide out here, but I don’t want to invade your privacy. I’ll take the one farthest from your room.”
That made sense. “Fine.”
He set her bags down in a room with a queen-size bed, white oak furniture and a bedspread with yellow and blue flowers. Macy walked over to the window. “Looks like I get the sunsets.”
Carter sidled up next to her, and her fresh scent tickled his nose and brought memories of picking peaches on summer days. He inhaled deep and long, surprised that he hadn’t noticed her scent before. Fruit-infused soap or shampoo, or whatever the hell it was, wasn’t what he’d expected from a Hollywood actress with a legendary mother. “You won’t be disappointed. They’re mighty glorious.”
Macy sighed.
Carter’s stomach grumbled, and he didn’t apologize. He had an enormous appetite. “Ready for lunch?”
She glanced at the bed, then at him. “I, uh, I’m fine right now. You go on. I’m going to rest a little.”
“Okay, you know where the kitchen is. Henry will have made up something delicious by now. Have at it, anytime you want.”
“Henry? He’s the cook?”
Carter gave her a wry smile. Hers wasn’t an unusual reaction. Henry often surprised people. “His wife, Mara, took ill this week. Turns out, Henry’s a pretty good cook. We share duties at Wild River. But Henry doesn’t do windows, or any other cleaning. Mara does that. She’ll be back tomorrow to help clean up his mess. Oh, and feel free to use the pool, the sauna or the spa, anytime you want.”
“Thank you, Carter.”
He nodded. “Dinner’s at seven. See you then.”
Carter walked down the hallway to his room and tossed his suitcase down, then hightailed it outside to speak with Henry.
He found him in the office/tack room, just outside the barn. “Need a word with you, Henry.”
“Sure, boss. But I got some news for you, too. I didn’t want to speak in front of the lady before.”
“All right, you first.”
Henry began, “The inn over by the river got broken into while you were gone. A window was smashed and doesn’t appear that there’s any other damage. Window’s already been replaced. Thought I’d tell you. It’s not the first time it’s happened though. Bucky reported someone snooping around over there, but they’d taken off by the time he’d driven up.”
Carter rubbed at his neck. He hated the thought of anyone messing with his property. He’d been trying to decide whether to refurbish the inn or tear it down.
“I met an old guy in town the other day. He was pretty sharp and looking for work. Thought maybe he’d make a good groundskeeper. You know, someone to check the property and make sure nothing’s disturbed.”
Carter mulled it over for a second. With Macy Tarlington staying at Wild River, a little extra security wouldn’t hurt. “It’s not a bad idea, Henry. Why don’t you give him an interview and get back to me.”
“Will do. Now, what can I do for you?”
“That woman I brought here today—do you recognize her?”
Henry jerked back a bit, surprised. “Should I?”
Relieved, Carter gave a shake of the head. “Maybe not. It’s good that you don’t, actually. But Mara might.”
And Carter spent the next ten minutes explaining to his foreman about Macy and how important it was to keep her identity a secret. Carter didn’t think any of the ranch hands would recognize the daughter of a Hollywood legend since Macy had kept herself under the radar until recently, but their wives and girlfriends might. It was a chance they’d have to take. For the most part, folks kept to themselves, and for as long as he could, he’d make sure Macy got some privacy on his ranch.
Macy glanced around the room that would be her sanctuary and shook her head. “You are plum crazy, girl,” she muttered, picking up Carter’s Texas drawl. “Coming to live with the tall, tan, too-good-to-be-true Texan.”
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