A Certain Hope

“Daisy needed to stretch her legs,” he replied.

“I still go horseback riding now and then.”

“In New York City?”

She laughed at his exaggerated way of saying that. “Yes, in New York City. You can take the girl out of the country—”

“But you can’t take the country out of the girl?”

“I guess not.” She urged Daisy through the gates leading out to the open pasture. “Who’s that other kid with Tomás?” she asked as the two teenagers waved to them from where they were exercising some of the other horses.

“That’s Adan Garcia. They’re best friends and they play football together. He helps Tomás with some of the work around here. Just a summer job.”

“Why is he staring at us?” she asked. “He looks so bitter and…full of teenage angst.”

Reed shrugged. “Guess he’s never seen a woman from New York City before. Maybe that ain’t angst, just curiosity about a ‘city girl.’”

“Will you please stop saying that as if it’s distasteful?”

“Not distasteful. Just hard to imagine.”

“You never thought I’d make it, did you?”

“Oh, I knew you’d give it your best.”

She kneed Daisy into action, tossing him a glare over her shoulder.

Reed followed on Jericho, anxious to know everything about her life since she’d been gone. “So what’s it like in the big city?”

She clicked her boots against Daisy’s ribs as they did a slow trot. “It’s exciting, of course. Fast-paced. Hectic.”

“Your eyes light up when you say that.”

“I love it. I enjoy my work at Satire and it’s fun living with Summer and Autumn.”

Reed turned his head to roll his eyes. What kind of name was Satire, anyway? But right now, he didn’t need to hear about her fancy threads workplace. So he asked the question that had been burning through his system since she’d come home. No, since she’d left. “And how about your social life? Dating any Wall Street hotshots or do you just hang with the Hollywood types?”

She slanted him a sideways look. “Honestly, I rarely have time to date.”

His gut hurt, thinking about all the eligible bachelors in New York. “I don’t believe that.”

“Okay, I’ve had a few relationships. But…I’ve found most of the men I date are a bit self-centered and shallow. They’re so involved in their careers, they kind of rush their way through any after-hours social life. I don’t like to be rushed.”

That made him grin. In his mind, she’d just described herself. Her new self. But then, maybe he’d misjudged her. “You never did like to be rushed. Maybe the city hasn’t changed you so much after all.”

“No, I haven’t changed that much. I know where I came from. And besides, most of my colleagues tease me about my Texas drawl.”

Reed could listen to that drawl all day long. “You have that edge in your voice now. That little bit of hurried city-speak.”

“City-speak?” She grinned. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you know. Fast and sassy.”

As they walked the horses toward the meandering river, she gazed out over the flat grassland. Red clovers and lush bluebonnets were beginning to bloom here and there across some of the pastures. “Well, fast and sassy won’t cut it here, unless I’m roping cattle. But at least I can apply my business skills to detangling some of the mess this ranch is in.”

“How long do you plan on staying?”

Her eyes went dark at that question. “I…I told my supervisor I’d be here indefinitely. I have three weeks of vacation time and she agreed to let me use my two weeks of sick days. I’ve never abused my benefits at Satire, so she knew I was serious when I came to her asking for an extended leave of absence.”

“And when…things change here, you’ll go back?”

“That’s the plan.”

Reed didn’t respond to that. But his silence must have alerted April.

Pulling up, she turned to stare over at him from underneath her bangs. “You do understand I have to go back?”

He nodded, pushed his hat back on his head. “I understand plenty. But tell that to your daddy. He has other plans, I think.”

She shook her head. “I’m not even sure he realizes I’m here.”

“Oh, he knows. It’s all he’s talked about for the last week. Every time he’d wake up, he’d ask for you. I kept telling him you were on your way. I think he’s been waiting for you to get home just so—”

She looked cornered, uncertain. “Just so what? What do you mean? That he’s going to give up and die now? After seeing him, I’ve accepted that, Reed.”

“Yeah, well, that’s something we can’t help, but there’s more to it.”

Her eyes widened with fear and confusion. “Why don’t you just explain everything, then? Just give me the whole story.”

Reed didn’t want to have to be the one to tell her this, but somebody had to. Stu had revealed it in his ramblings and whispered words. And Reed had promised the dying man he’d see it happen. “April—your father—he thinks you’ve come home for good.”

Chapter Four

“Home for good?”

April stared over at Reed, a stunned wave of disbelief coursing through her system.

Reed nodded, looked out over the flowing river. “He has it in his head that you’ll just take over things here. I mean, it’s all going to be yours, anyway. It’s in his will. And Richard and James both know that.”

“My uncles have agreed to this?”

“They’ll get their parts—a percentage of the oil holdings and mineral rights, things like that. But for the most part, the land and the house will belong to you.”

April swallowed the pain that scratched at her throat. “I thought…I just figured he’d delegate things to Uncle James and Uncle Richard. I thought I’d get only my mother’s part of the estate.” She shuddered, causing Daisy to go into a prance. “Honestly, Reed, I’ve tried not to think about that at all.”

“Well, start thinking,” he said, the words echoing out over the still pasture. Then he waved a hand in the air, gesturing out over the landscape. “Pretty soon, all of this will be yours, April. And that means you’ll have a big responsibility. And some big decisions.”

She didn’t want to deal with this today. “Could I just get settled and—could I concentrate on my father, just for today, Reed? I’ll worry about all of that when the time comes.”