Rescuing the Cowboy

“I’m not buying one bit of that.”

“Right. Because you’re such an authority on autism.” Anger flared inside her. Hal could ignite it with a single remark. “You see Teddy barely more than a few hours a month. You’re in no position to lecture me.”

“It’s just like you to overreact.”

“Is that what I’m doing? You’ve refused to go with me to Teddy’s doctor appointments or family counseling sessions for the last four years. You’ve never read even one of the books I bought.”

“I’ve read plenty of books, Summer,” he said with scorn.

“Ones Loren bought? Is she behind your sudden interest in Teddy?”

It was unfair of her to blame Hal’s new wife, but ever since the two of them got married, Loren had been pushing him to take more of an interest in Teddy. They were trying to adopt, and it looked good on their application. Right thing, wrong reason, which was what bothered Summer. If not, she’d welcome Hal’s and even Loren’s interest in her son.

“Leave her out of this,” he said, his voice increasing in volume. “And you need to start shopping someplace other than the market where everyone in town goes.”

Where his buddy the manager worked, she almost spat out. Instead, she said, “I don’t always have time to drive into Scottsdale for a few items.”

“Obviously something about the market triggers Teddy’s tantrums.”

Summer had reached her boiling point. “You need to go, Hal. Now.”

Alicia emerged from around the corner, a stern expression on her face. She knew Hal, having met him once before. “What’s going on here?”

“Hal was just leaving.” Summer would rather not involve her coworker in her personal problems.

He sent her a dangerous look.

“Okay.” Alicia reluctantly retreated.

Summer had the feeling her coworker wouldn’t go far. “I wasn’t kidding, Hal.” She struggled to calm her anxious breathing. “Leave now. I won’t risk my job because of you.”

“We aren’t done with this.”

At the sound of footsteps, they both spun to see Quinn appear, his hat still held his hand. He stopped and locked eyes with Hal for a full three seconds before turning to Summer.

“You all right?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Quinn moved toward her, his stance protective.

“Who’s this?” Hal demanded.

Summer would have put him off. Unfortunately, Quinn stepped forward before she could insist Hal get out now.

“I’m Quinn Crenshaw. And you are?”

“None of your damn business.” Hal’s gaze left Quinn only to return, recognition visibly dawning in his eyes. “You the Dempseys’ ex-con cousin?”

“Hal!” Summer was aghast. He could be incredibly rude at times.

Quinn didn’t flinch or blink or move a single muscle except to talk. “I am Josh and Cole’s cousin.”

Hal’s stare intensified. “They hired you to work at the therapy program.”

Dennis, the market manager, must have told Hal. He gleaned a lot of local information, intentionally or unintentionally, by waiting on customers.

“They did,” Quinn confirmed.

Hal advanced. “You don’t go near my son, you hear me? You do, and I’ll call the police.”

“Oh, for crying out loud.” Summer couldn’t believe him. “What’s the matter with you?”

“He’s a criminal.”

“He was found innocent!”

Not only did Alicia return, Martin accompanied her. Being in his early sixties made no difference. He stood up to Hal like a man many years younger.

“Unless you have business with me or this firm, I suggest you vacate the premises immediately. I won’t tolerate anyone harassing my employees or my clients.”

“If I hear that guy’s come within a mile of Teddy, you and I are going to be revisiting our custody agreement.” Tossing Quinn one last look, Hal stormed out.

“I’m so, so sorry.” Summer’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and she held back tears. “I had no idea.”

“It’s all right,” Martin said.

She swore she could hear a silent Just don’t let it happen again tagged on the end. She didn’t blame her boss. Hal’s disruption was completely unprofessional. In the morning, at home, she’d call her personal attorney, who’d send a warning to Hal through his attorney.

Why did this have to happen now, in front of Quinn?

“Let me know if you need anything.” Quinn touched her shoulder before thanking Martin for his help and leaving.

The gesture itself was subtle yet powerful. It was also kind and delivered when Summer most needed it. She’d remember the feel of Quinn’s hand for a long time.

She quickly finished her work for the day and left a few minutes before five in order to reach the mailbox on the first floor before the final pickup.

In the parking lot, she walked to the row where her car was parked—and received her second shock in the last half hour. Quinn’s truck was parked in the neighboring spot, and he leaned against the hood, his arms folded over his chest.

* * *

SUMMER CAME TO a halt, a mixture of emotions coursing through her. She was glad to see Quinn. She’d also rather have avoided him after the scene with Hal and the threats he’d made.

Was Hal still in the parking lot, watching her from a distance?

“What are you doing here?” she asked Quinn.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He pushed off his truck and came toward her, looking heart-stoppingly gorgeous with his confident stride and cowboy hat pulled low.