Winning Over The Cowboy

“I guess I have a few minutes.” She settled beside him, her feet surrounded by wood shavings, the scent of cedar in the air. “How long have you carved?”

“Long as I can remember.” He never looked up from the wood—smoothing with his knife as he twirled the candlestick. “My pappy taught me when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. I used to have a pretty big business with Resa, stocking my work in her store.”

“Do you still have items on display? I thought I saw some things that might be yours.”

“A few walking sticks and candleholders.” His hands never stilled. “But this arthritis slows me. Resa’s been good to me.”

“She’s a really nice person. I met her back when I was going to culinary school.” Landry remembered Eden saying Resa didn’t date. “Did she ever marry? Have kids?”

“Nope. Just focuses on her furniture designing and the business. It’s a shame. She’s as pretty on the inside as out.”

“Yes, she is.” Apparently nothing had changed. “Well, I’d better get my shopping done. It won’t make Chase like me any better if he has to wait on me.”

“He’s a tough one. Doesn’t trust easy. But you really can’t blame him.”

Probably shouldn’t ask. Shouldn’t inquire into Chase’s personal life. But she had to work with him, and knowing what made him tick might make it easier.

Anticipation weighed heavy in her chest. “Why’s that?”

“Back when Granny was sick, Chase came home. I reckon every gold digger in the vicinity knew he’d inherit the dude ranch soon. Suddenly he was the most eligible bachelor in Bandera.”

No wonder Chase thought she was a scammer. “Everyone here seems to know he thinks I’m the same way.”

“There’s this girl—been hot on his trail again since Eden’s death. She caught him on a bad day, and he said something like, he already had one gold digger on his hands and didn’t need another.”

“Great.” She huffed out a sigh. “The whole town hates me.”

“Nah. And if they do, they won’t after they meet you. Even Chase. Give him time—he’ll warm up to you.”

But would he? She hoped so. For the sake of the dude ranch.

And what if she did gain his trust? Could they successfully run a dude ranch together? For life?

So far all of her efforts to win him over had splatted belly up on the pavement. For this to work, they at least had to become friends. She had to find a way—find a chink in Chase’s armor. But she was running out of steam. And ideas.

* * *

Silence prevailed in the office as Landry scanned reservations on the computer. The day spent sparring with Chase yesterday had done nothing to ease their relationship. Currently he was sprawled in a nailhead chair with his laptop. Perfectly content to ignore her as he went over their supply inventory.

“We had two calls from guests wanting to cancel, but once I told them about our summer special, they kept their reservations.” Landry glanced at him. “And I sent out our first newsletter to each of our cancellations about our summer special. They all came back.”

He frowned. “We can’t spam our guests.”

Why was he always so intent on disapproving of anything she did? She held her breath, counted to ten.

“I didn’t. They were return guests, and Eden had already signed them up to receive email notifications.”

“Oh.” The line between his brows smoothed. “Sounds like your idea worked. Good job. Got anything else?”

A compliment and a challenge all wrapped in one. “Back when I lived here, Granny allowed a few neighbors to get married here. My sister is a wedding planner. She could help us turn this place into a sought-after venue.”

“And girlie up the ranch?” He set his laptop down, strolled to the window. “After investing in all this log furniture and rustic decor? No way.”

“We wouldn’t have to change a thing. Rustic is in for weddings. Especially in Texas.”

“I have a better idea.” He turned to face her. “I just watched five axis deer grazing at the edge of the woods. We could offer corporate hunts. Bring in more exotics.”

“Hunting?” Her voice rose an octave. “I’m not turning hunters loose on Bambi’s daddy. They already got his mom.”

“Um. You know—”

“Bambi’s not real. But those poor innocent deer out there are.” She jabbed a finger at the window with a shudder. “And I know all the arguments. Axis aren’t even native to Texas. They’re overpopulated and taking over our native whitetail. There’s no season on them and they have huge horns, so hunters love them.”

“They’re called racks, not horns. How do you know so much about them?”

“Our main competitor for the Aubrey ranch where I worked offered exotic hunts. But we found other ways to boost business.” She leveled her gaze on him. “How would you like to be hunted?”

“You sound like Eden.” Something in his eyes softened. “And Granny.”

It was his family legacy. But he knew as well as she did, Eden and Granny would go for weddings rather than have hunters traipsing over the property. She’d even heard Granny mention how she’d always made her own husband go elsewhere for his hunting expeditions.

“So, let’s get this straight. You have issues with hunting, but you grew up on a ranch. You eat beef.”

“And I eat venison. But I don’t want anything to do with killing the animal.”

He tried to hold his laughter, but it rolled out. A deep, warm sound.

And Landry laughed with him.

Were they having a moment?

He seemed to realize it and immediately stopped laughing. He went back to his chair and settled once again with his laptop.

She forced her gaze away from him, back to the screen.

The phone rang and Landry jumped, then answered. “Chasing Eden Dude Ranch. How may I help you?”

“My name is Consuelo Sanchez. I know it’s short notice, but our family vacation time got moved up a week. Do you have any rooms available?”

“Let me check for you, Mrs. Sanchez.” Landry tried to infuse her smile into her tone. “How many, and when do you plan to arrive?”

“That’s the really crazy part. We’d get there tomorrow. Six adults and six kids.” Landry heard young voices in the background. “I saw a room on y’all’s website. It looks like a big old great room with a TV and a bunch of bunk beds built into the wall. Could we get something like that, only with adult beds, too?”

“That’s the Tumbleweed Room. It has three bunk beds and a sleeper sofa, along with two connecting rooms, the Right as Rain and the Rest a Spell Rooms, with a queen bed in each.”

“That sounds perfect.” Relief filled the woman’s tone.

Landry tried to keep it all business, despite the elation building inside her. “How many nights would you need it?”