checked her saddle, cinching the stirrups, and stalled as her mind raced in time to her pulse. Life hadn’t always been kind since he’d been gone, but the years looked good on him. The boyish good looks that had girls spinning in their saddles had transformed into solid, handsome features. Along with his charm, he had a complete arsenal of weapons to use in all that show-business stuff of his.
Of all the brothers, Chance had always stood out with his too-long dark hair and equally dark eyes that she suspected saw more than most. He hadn’t been as rough-and-tumble as the other boys, who’d teased Chance that he’d been switched at birth, given his less than enthusiastic proclivities toward anything ranch-related.
Technically Chance was still her brother-in-law, meaning she shouldn’t be noticing the way his jeans fit or the way his blue button-down shirt molded over a toned torso and arms. All she should care about was the love and pride that shone in his eyes whenever he looked at his little girl. She attributed the fluttering in her chest and knots in her belly to the continued stress over being caught between the brothers and their grandfather, Big E, who was pulling so many strings he may as well start a new career as a puppet master.
She should know. Big E had been pulling her strings for the past six months. Dread tightened her throat. If she wasn’t careful, one of those strings was going to snap. And Katie was going to find herself pitched out of the Blackwell Ranch—and family—forever.
Which was why it was far less stressful to think about Chance Blackwell. She was banking on the fact that his good memories of the ranch would outweigh the bad and he’d side with the brothers who wanted to keep the place. Not only because she couldn’t imagine this place not being owned by a Blackwell, but also because she needed this job. She was this close to officially being named foreman. Her father had lived his entire life on this ranch. Moving him now, when he had so little time left, would break both their hearts. And send Lochlan Montgomery into his grave.
Of course, she and the ranch would be in a better position if Big E had given her any control over the ranch’s finances. But no, the old coot couldn’t imagine a woman running his family ranch, which was ironic since that’s exactly what had been going on for the past two and a half years, as controlling every aspect of the business fell in line with his plans to get his grandsons back where he wanted them.
When it came to manipulation, there were few who excelled more than Elias Blackwell.
And no one else excelled at unnerving Montgomery women more than Big E’s grandson Chance.
Given how unsettling the idea of Chance returning had been, she thought she was managing pretty well so far. Of course, she’d been working overtime to make certain her father didn’t hear the rumors. The last thing she needed was to have Lochlan diving even further into a whiskey bottle in the hopes of drowning the never-forgotten resentment over the fact that his older daughter had chosen Chance over her family.
Seeing Chance in person again after all these years sent a tidal wave of memories and emotions sweeping through Katie. She squeezed her eyes shut and struggled against the pulls of happiness, grief and hope. She’d talked to him over the years, of course. Sometimes every day when Maura had been sick, then less frequently as Chance had settled into life as a widower and single father. Communication soon dwindled to text messages and photo exchanges, an occasional phone call with her niece, who had quite a lot to say for a four-year-old. And Katie hung on to every word as if they were priceless pearls.
“Aunt Katie, are we going to ride?”
Katie looked down at little Rosie, who was running her tiny hands down Starlight’s flank just as Katie had taught her. The second she’d seen Rosie her heart had nearly exploded in her chest. As much as she’d dreamed of holding Maura’s little girl, those dreams hadn’t come close to the reality. It hadn’t taken more than ten seconds to realize that Rosamund Maura Blackwell had Katie wrapped around every finger Rosie possessed. And she always would.
The determined expression on Rosie’s freckled face told Katie two things: one, Rosie was indeed her mother’s daughter, and two, Chance Blackwell had both his hands full. “We are indeed.” Katie bent down and gripped Rosie around the waist. She’d been teaching kids to ride since she was ten, but she couldn’t recall any lesson feeling quite this personal before. “You remember everything I told you?”
“Uh-huh.” Rosie nodded so hard her curls bounced. She gasped as Katie lifted her up to the saddle, but she didn’t squeal. While Starlight was a very docile horse, Katie had seen the horse twitch at Rosie’s high-pitched excitement over Hip.
As instructed, Rosie grabbed hold of the saddle horn and inched herself forward so Katie could climb on behind her. Boots solidly in the stirrups, she settled Rosie and reached around her for the reins, which she trailed through Rosie’s hands to give her a sense of control. Katie made a clicking sound and kicked her heels against Starlight’s flank and off they went, walking, rather than trotting at Katie’s normal speed.
“We’re riding!” Rosie cried in between bouts of laughter. “I’m riding a horse!”
“You are!” Katie kept the reins loose in her hands against Rosie’s hips, but she could tell, as the little girl shifted in the saddle and leaned into the movement of the horse, that Rosie was a natural.
Not her father’s daughter in this respect, for sure. Katie had to pinch her lips together to stop from laughing as she recalled Chance’s multiple attempts at riding. She knew what his problem was: he didn’t trust horses. The trouble was, the horses sensed it, so whenever he approached, they’d do their best to get away. He’d been bucked off so many saddles the ranch hands had started calling him Ricochet. Something told Katie that wouldn’t be a problem with Rosie. She might be Chance Blackwell’s daughter, but Rosie was also a Montgomery. And Montgomerys lived their lives in the saddle.
“Are there lots of horses to ride?” Rosie asked.
“Lots and lots,” Katie assured her. “And your uncles and aunts have animals, too. Cows and dogs and cats. Your uncle Ethan has a rabbit named Coconut and a hedgehog named Pixie.”
“Pixie,” Rosie laughed. “I want to meet them.”
“I’m sure you will. And, of course, there’s the zoo.”
“You have a zoo?” Rosie turned her head and Katie saw her eyes go wide.
“A petting zoo, yes.” Katie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The whole petting-zoo idea had been Zoe’s—she was Big E’s most recent ex-wife. And while Katie had been resistant to the idea initially, she’d quickly jumped on board when she understood what a draw it would be for guests. Besides, she’d developed an affinity for the creatures in residence. She glanced down at Hip, who trotted along beside them, tongue hanging out, occasionally glancing up at the two of them as if to confirm they were still on board. “We have rabbits and llamas, and there’s Billy of course.” Hip barked. “Hip and Billy are quite close,” Katie chuckled. “You’ll see when we get back to the house.”
“I love animals.” Rosie sighed. “I’ve been wanting a kitten for the longest time.”
“Did your dad say no?”
“I didn’t ask yet. I heard him and Uncle Felix talking and Daddy doesn’t have a lot of money. Daddy says he only has enough to feed two mouths.”
Panic gripped Katie’s insides and slid to her toes. Chance had money issues? If that was the case, he’d probably be leaning toward selling the ranch rather than keeping
