Claiming Her Cowboy

“Why? Why does he run away? Do they treat him poorly?”

“Not at all. Dub simply feels obligated to take care of his sisters. That’s his burden. So he leaves to find them.”

“That’s a heavy load for a five-year-old.”

“I know.” And she did, far more than anyone would ever understand. It had been her job, like Dub’s, to keep track of Emma and Travis when the three of them were in foster care.

“How far does the little man get?” Jack asked.

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” She released a sigh. “Our Dub is very resourceful.”

“Now he’s here.”

“Yes. Dub and his sisters are here for the summer at least, to keep them together.”

“How long have they been in the system?”

“A year. They were removed from their home due to neglect and abandonment. Poor kids were left alone quite a bit, and expected to fend for themselves by the only custodial parent.”

Jack grimaced. “Mother?”

“Yes.”

“And the father?”

“Unknown.”

He shook his head and glanced at the building Dub had gone into. Lucy blinked at the emotion Harris wore on his face. It was the first emotion she’d seen him express for anyone besides his aunt.

“That’s a tough break for a kid,” he muttered.

She nodded. “Another reason they’re here is to see if Dub flourishes when his only responsibility is being a kid. At the ranch, he knows his sisters are being taken care of. A few times he’s randomly asked to see them in the middle of the day. It was as if he needed to be sure they were safe. We complied, and he was able to stop worrying. Dub trusts us to keep our word.”

“How is his being here going to help with the adoption process?”

“We’re actively trying to find Dub a home, and we’ve agreed to facilitate any potential foster or adoptive parents who are interested in all three children.”

Jack offered a short nod, annoyance still evident on his face. “The kid was in the stables.” He shot her an accusatory look. “Alone. No supervision.”

“Dub always asks permission, and he knows that he’s not allowed in the stalls.”

“That’s not the same as supervision.”

“Dub understands the rules.”

“So he kept telling me. Yet seeing him in the loft, a good fifteen feet above the ground, I was not reassured.”

She stepped closer and lowered her voice. “We have security cameras and microphones in the stables. Off-site security is monitoring most of this ranch, except for the pastures. Soon we’ll have cameras out there, as well.” It was her turn to look him in the eye. “If our budget is approved.”

“Cameras don’t take the place of adults supervising kids. He was in the loft. Is that allowed?”

“That would be a loophole in our agreement. Kids tend to find those. You’re an attorney—surely you understand loopholes.”

“A loophole?”

“Yes. He wasn’t technically in the stall. But I appreciate the heads-up. I will discuss that with Dub.” She paused. “I do want you to know that we’ve been operating for five years, and no child has ever been seriously injured.”

“Trust me. It only takes one second for things to spiral out of control. And in that moment, the rest of your life is changed. Forever.”

She stared at him, assessing the rigid posture, the hands shoved into his pockets. More emotion. Where was it all coming from? Jack Harris was hiding a painful secret, of that she was certain. Her words were slow and measured when she responded. “Are you asking for Dub as your buddy for the summer? Is that what this is all about?”

“What?” His head jerked back and his hands came up, palms out. “No. I don’t even know anything about buddies.”

“You have to pick someone. Why not Dub? He certainly seems to have attached himself to you.”

Jack lifted his palms again and stepped back. “Whoa. I have zero experience with kids.”

“Weren’t you a kid?”

“That was a very limited engagement. It ended when I was nine.”

“What?”

He grimaced. “Trust me. I am not the man to be in charge of a kid.”

Lucy opened her mouth to answer and then closed it again. Somehow she knew that he was telling the truth, and his words troubled her. What had happened to Jack Harris to make him so nervous at the thought of being with a child?

She pushed back her bangs. “All you have to do is accompany him on the various summer activities. Be his designated adult. Give him your undivided attention and unconditional love.”

Was she imagining things, or did Jack pale as she spoke?

He wiped his palms on his jeans. “How long does this buddy thing last?” he asked.

“Until the end of summer.”

“You expect me to babysit Dub for six weeks?”

“Please lower your voice.” Again, Lucy glanced around. “We don’t call our ministry at the ranch babysitting. We’re sharing and caring.”

“Sharing and caring.” Jack ran a hand over his face and rubbed the small scar on the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

Lucy stepped closer to Jack as a few volunteers and children walked past her and into the chow hall. “Are you all right?” she asked quietly.

He skirted the question with one of his own. “What if he doesn’t trust me? You said he already has issues.”

“Jack, it’s obvious Dub’s already bonded with you.”

“What makes you think that?” The lawyer’s eyes narrowed.