Most Eligible Sheriff

“Sure they can. And you’ll need a rope, too.”

“Wow!” She pulled back on her reins, slowing her horse until she was riding alongside Cliff.

Ruby clucked to Mama Bear, feeling officially dumped. So much for being a female wrangler and the girl’s idol.

“Can you teach me to rope?” the girl asked Cliff.

“I don’t work for the ranch, but I’ll show you a few pointers when we get back from the ride.”

“Cool. Mommy!” she shouted over Ruby’s head. “The man is going to teach me to rope.”

A woman three horses up glanced over her shoulder, mild concern on her face.

“You’re welcome to join us, ma’am.” Cliff tipped his hat. “And the rest of your family.”

The woman’s features relaxed. “All right, I guess.”

Figured Cliff would be good with children. From what Ruby could tell, he was close to perfect. Her sister really would have been better off picking him over Demitri.

Someday, eventually, Ruby would date again. Maybe when Crowley was safely behind bars. Until then, even the close-to-perfect Sheriff Dempsey would remain strictly eye candy.

“Did you barrel race, too?”

It took her a second to realize Cliff had addressed her and not the young girl. They were once more riding side by side, and the girl was with her mother. When had that happened?

Ruby really needed to concentrate.

“No, only Scarlett. I competed in Western pleasure. The closest I got to rodeoing was team penning, which I did only because I thought it was good training for my horses. Sharpened their skills. Mine, too.”

“But doesn’t your dad train barrel racers?”

“He does. And my mom breeds and raises them.” Ruby didn’t correct herself. She still talked about her parents as if they were married to each other and not to different people. The habit was a hard one to break.

“So how did you get into showing horses?” Cliff asked.

“I know, it’s strange, me coming from a rodeo family.

Even more strange was her talking so causally with Cliff about her past. As if he wasn’t here solely for the purpose of protecting her from a dangerous stalker.

“I like team penning,” he said. “Maybe we can try it one day.”

“As partners or competitors?”

“Either one.”

Was that a glint of amusement in his eyes? She must be mistaken.

“What about you? Where did you learn to ride?” Only after she voiced the question did she realize she was truly interested.

“I grew up in Sweetheart. We’re a ranching community.”

“I thought the town catered to the wedding trade.”

“We did. Until the fire last summer destroyed the local economy.”

“Scarlett said things were getting better.”

“They are. Slowly. We went from hosting fifty weddings a month to zero. We’re up to about five now. The town council is hoping to change that with the Mega Weekend of Weddings.”

It was a shame the tourists had stopped coming, Ruby thought. The charming community was situated amid some of the Sierra Nevada’s most spectacular scenery.

Formerly spectacular scenery, she reminded herself. While the area surrounding the Gold Nugget Ranch had been untouched, a large part of the region was laid to waste by the fire’s ferocious appetite.

“Ranching is our second largest industry,” Cliff said. “Prospecting, cross-country skiing and hiking all run a close third.”

“You’re from a ranching family?”

“No, but I worked at the Triple C Ranch from the time I was fourteen until I left for police academy. In between helping my aunt out at the Paydirt.”

Something Ruby’s sister said last night about the popular saloon rang a bell with her. “Your aunt’s the mayor.”

“Twelfth one from the Dempsey family. And I’m the eighth sheriff.”

Ruby drew back. “You’re not kidding.”

“A family tradition. We have a lot of them here. My uncle owns the general store. Sam’s wife’s family owned and operated the Sweetheart Inn for fifty years. It burned down in the fire so now Annie and her mother help Sam run the Gold Nugget as well as oversee the Sweetheart Memorial. The Yeungs’ ancestors settled here during the 1870s when the railroad came through. As did a lot of other families.”

Sweetheart wasn’t just a small town. Its citizens were a large extended family.

How had her wanderlust-loving sister wound up here?

Demitri’s last breakup, Ruby answered herself. Scarlett had been heartsick, as usual, quit her job and found a new one here. Miles away from San Diego.

Sadly, her sister would likely follow the same path again. Cliff was lucky he got out when he did. Before he fell head over heels for Scarlett.

Ruby recalled the bouquet of flowers. Had he fallen already?

Did she care one way or the other?

“You’re a natural,” she observed, inclining her head in the direction of the young girl.

“I’m used to young kids. My cousin has three. Two girls and a boy. Seven, five and two respectively. She’s a single working mom, so I help out when I can.”

“You babysit your nieces and nephew?”

“The term’s subjective. My cousin claims I’m merely an adult presence in the room.”

Ruby suspected he was wonderful with them and that they adored him.