Cowgirl in High Heels

“Which is why you’re going to lie low for now.”

“Agreed,” the old man muttered. “I’ll be invisible. Or as invisible as I can be with power tools.”

Walt got into his rig a few minutes later and took off for his house, or the Garcia’s, depending on whether he went there to eat or not. Sometimes Walt liked being social and playing Grandpa to the kids, and sometimes he just needed to be left alone. Ryan and Francisco and Jessie understood that. Ellison probably wouldn’t.

Once Walt was gone, Ryan threw a few more practice loops before deciding to call it a night. He’d asked Lonnie to handle the irrigating tomorrow while he took one last stab at finding Walt’s missing cattle, and then it was simply a matter of showering and driving two hundred miles to the rodeo where he’d compete the following morning. It’d be a string of long days, but that was the way it was in the summers. Nothing he could do about it except deal with sleep deprivation.

“Excuse me?” Ellison’s voice startled him. After Walt left for the day, Ryan was always alone.

Not anymore.

She stood at the corner of the bunkhouse wearing a long white shirt over slim dark jeans with those flimsy flat shoes, regarding him with those cool green eyes that he found more attractive than he wanted to admit. She started toward him when he didn’t answer immediately and as she got closer he could see that her hair wasn’t as perfect as usual. Instead it looked as if she’d been resting her head in her hands, loosening the strands around her face, giving her a softer look. “I was wondering if you were able to do anything about the snake?” she asked.

“I, uh, no,” he confessed. He’d pushed the matter of Hiss to the back of his mind and left it there. “I haven’t had time and I didn’t see Lonnie today.”

“Could you maybe call him?” Ellison asked with a polite edge to her voice.

So much for softness. “Sure.”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight, but there’s no guarantee that Lonnie’s going to be able to catch him immediately.”

“He can try.”

“That he can.” Ryan walked toward her, rope in hand. She cocked her head.

“Were you roping?”

“Yes.” It seemed best to keep answers short and sweet, and then maybe she’d go back to her house.

“Like for exercise?”

A smile formed before he could stop it. “I guess.”

She studied him for a moment, obviously trying to get a read. “Do you do a lot of roping on the ranch?”

“During branding, yeah.” He stopped a few feet away from her, letting the rigid coils of the rope bounce on the side of his leg. “But that’s not why I’m practicing. I rodeo during the summers.”

“I’ve never met anyone who rodeos.” She smiled that cool smile of hers. “I’ve never met anyone who uses the word rodeo as a verb.”

“I guess that’s because you’re from the other side of the Mississippi.” He bounced the rope off his leg again, the coils making a soft clacking sound, impatient to get back to his place, away from her. He debated about announcing that he’d be gone for the next couple days, but decided not to take a chance on her messing things up. She wasn’t there to take over ranch operations. She was there to get a feel for how it was run. His absences were part of the package. “I didn’t get a chance to write my bullet points yet.”

“Let me know when you do.” Spoken like a boss.

“I will. And I’ll have Lonnie keep an eye out for Hiss. Now, if there’s nothing else, I haven’t eaten yet and I’d kind of like to.”

“Of course,” she said briskly as she took a step back. But there was something in her expression that he hadn’t expected to see there. A touch of disappointment. A touch of...loneliness?

Welcome to rural life, lady.

CHAPTER FIVE

ELLIE WAS ALMOST at the house when a loud bellow made her jump. One of the cows out in the pasture was making a noise that she’d had no idea cows made until she’d arrived here. She went into the house, closing the door behind her, shutting out the cows, the night. Her closest neighbor who hadn’t been able to get away from her quick enough.

It was understandable. These guys were concerned about their jobs with a new owner taking over. Since she spent her time advising people on hiring and firing issues, she was used to employees giving her a wide berth when possible, measuring words as they spoke to her, but she wasn’t used to it happening in a situation where the employees were the only other human beings around for miles.

Damn it, she’d lived alone for years and being by herself shouldn’t feel so overwhelming.

Except that now she was alone with a lot of time to think.

Ellie went to the kitchen and put on a pot of tea. She’d probably regret it later that night as she made her way to the john, but right now she needed something to help her relax and chamomile was her only option. While waiting for the water to boil, she opened her notebook, reviewed her goals. Tomorrow she would make progress on all of them. She’d research obstetricians, call Milo for more information on the ranch consultant and contact a few business associates. It wouldn’t fill the day, but she’d be moving forward. She was going to be a mother—to a child who was offended by the smell of pumpkin—and she needed to get her act together.

A mother. Wow.

The thought still hit her hard. Ellie pressed her fingers against her abdomen, closed her eyes, tried to visualize. There was a baby in there. A little, tiny, totally vulnerable child. How long until she felt it move? Would she still be here at the ranch? Ellie dropped her hands, stared down at the notebook again. Funny how getting nauseous over the pie had made the baby seem real, made her realize that she no longer half hoped that nature would take care of matters. She wasn’t ready for any of this, wished with all of her heart it hadn’t happened, but it had and she was going to deal with it. All of it. Babies, jobs, ranches. She might not be able to follow her old path, have her old life back, but she could make a new life, a new path. She just wished that as she did it, she felt more like her old self. Confident. In control.

The kettle started to whistle and Ellie closed her notebook. Instead of being confident and in control, she was afraid—afraid that she was never ever going to feel like her old self again. Afraid of being responsible for a child. Afraid of messing up.

And that was why she hated being alone right now. Too much time to think about just how afraid she was.

* * *

EARLY WEDNESDAY MORNING Ellie managed to get hold of Milo at the hospital before he started work and to ask for more information about the ranch consultant.

“I didn’t get you that? I thought I forwarded the correspondence.”

“Maybe it got lost in cyberspace,” Ellie said.

“Or maybe I got busy and forgot,” Milo said. “Sometimes I don’t know what day it is.

“How’s it going there?”

“I’m settling in. I’ve met the employees and taken a look at the property. Now I’m going to observe day-to-day operations.” Although she’d yet to determine exactly how she was going to do that when the employees didn’t want her around.

“Excellent,” Milo said. “How’s everything else?” Meaning, of course, her pregnancy.

“I’m researching obstetricians. I should have an appointment by this afternoon at the latest.” It felt strange discussing OB appointments with her uncle, but Milo and Angela were the closest thing to grandparents as her child would probably have. Mavis would make the occasional appearance, but Ellie had no misconceptions about her taking a role in the child’s life.

Although she had heard of people doing better with their grandchildren than with their own children. Maybe...?

Ellie refused to get her hopes up.

After talking to Milo, Ellie spent the morning reading reviews of obstetricians in surrounding cities and towns, noting the pros and cons of each: distance, insurances accepted, patient relations. It’d taken most of the morning for her to compile a list of acceptable doctors, only to call the top three and discover that they were booked full. They wouldn’t be accepting patients for the next several months, although she could join the waiting list.

She didn’t have several months, and the idea of joining a waiting list seemed ludicrous under the circumstances. Ellie felt the beginning of panic as she hung up for the third time. Apparently patients of her top candidates saw the doctors long before they actually got pregnant—as in they’d planned to get pregnant. Well, that’d been the way Ellie had thought it would happen to her, too. She’d meet a guy, date until she was certain she wanted to spend her life with him, they’d marry, wait two years and then get pregnant. They would, of course, have one boy and one girl. That had been the plan.

It was so thoroughly depressing that it wasn’t working out that way for her. That she was going to have to scramble to find an obstetrician that met her standards.