Winning Over The Cowboy

“We’ll stay a week and check out next Wednesday. Please tell me you have something. We could go three double rooms with two queen beds in each.”

“Three rooms would cost less, but the Tumbleweed Room and both connecting rooms are available.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. Having the great room will be worth it.”

Definitely. Landry confirmed the dates. “I have an all-inclusive package with as many activities such as trail rides, fishing trips and bonfires as you’d like, plus three meals a day for the duration of your stay.” She rattled off rates she knew by heart.

“That’s just what we’re looking for.”

Landry could hardly contain her excitement as she entered the lady’s info into the computer. “That’s everything I need. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you.” Landry pushed End.

“A nice reservation, I take it.”

“I just booked the Tumbleweed Room, the Right as Rain Room and the Rest a Spell Room for a week. And there are six kids. They’re getting the all-inclusive package.”

“Awesome.”

Her cell phone rang. She leaned back, dug it out of her pocket, scanned the screen. Devree.

“Hey, sis. How’s it going?”

“You were supposed to call me once you got settled in.”

“Sorry.” She winced. Had completely forgotten. “It’s been busy here.”

“Are you coming home for your birthday?”

“I’m kind of busy running a dude ranch.” Half of one, anyway. “I mean, helping run.”

“Are you coming home anytime soon?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Tell me about the partner.”

“Maybe some other time.” Her gaze flitted to Chase. Watching her.

“Oh, so he’s there. Is he cute?”

Landry’s face heated. She spun her chair, kept her back to him. “I’m sort of busy right now.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Devree. Was there a reason you called?”

Her sister’s sigh echoed through the line.

Landry’s pulse went up a notch. “Are Mama and Daddy okay?”

“Everybody’s fine here. But I have to tell you something, because I don’t want you to hear it somewhere else. I don’t want to tell you, but you need to know.” Her sister always rambled when nervous. “I was hoping to tell you in person.”

“Just tell me.”

“It’s Kyle. He’s engaged.”

Landry’s stomach landed at her feet.

“Are you still there?”

“I’m here.” Her voice didn’t sound right. It was hollow. Just like her insides.

“I’m sorry, Landry. I just thought you should know.”

“It’s okay.” Kyle had moved on—planned to marry someone else just over ten months after humiliating her at the altar. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Thanks for telling me, but I need to get back to work now.”

“Call me if you need me.”

“I will. Love you.”

“You, too.”

She ended the call, just sat there, staring out the window.

Her insides boiled. But not with hurt. Anger more than anything else.

“Is something wrong?”

She jumped. For once, she’d forgotten all about Chase.

“Nothing. Everything’s fine.” She kept her back to him. She couldn’t process this under his scrutiny. Didn’t have the strength to spar with him.

If only she could melt through the floor.

* * *

What had her sister said? Obviously something upsetting. Chase watched her. So still.

Minutes passed with her back still toward him. Finally she turned her chair to the desk, her face a blank slate. She stared at the computer screen, moved the mouse, then began typing.

Was it his imagination or had she gone pale? Should he quietly leave the room? Or try to help?