Jo walked over to the table. “You drinking today?” she asked Nevada.
“No. I’ll have a Diet Coke.” She glanced at her friends. “Want to split nachos? These chips have put me in the mood.”
Annabelle groaned. “I love nachos. And they love my thighs. Sure, I’ll share.”
Heidi and Charlie both nodded.
Jo looked at Heidi. “Want me to use some of that cheese you brought me?”
“Sure.” Heidi smiled. “I’m bringing samples to all the businesses in town. To get some interest going. With a big ranch comes a big mortgage.”
“I’m not sure I want to know how the dry cleaner is going to use cheese,” Charlie muttered.
“You never use the dry cleaner,” Nevada reminded her.
Charlie grinned. “A point of pride with me.”
Jo looked at Nevada. “Is it true? Was your mom really going at it with Max Thurman on the kitchen table?”
Nevada winced. “Which of my sisters told you?”
“Both of them.”
So typical. No one kept secrets in this town.
“I have to say,” Jo continued, “I’ve always liked your mom, but now I have complete respect for her. She’s raised six kids, survived the death of her husband and now this. I hope I’m just like her when I’m her age.” She winked. “You have a great gene pool. I hope you’re grateful.”
“Yes, but oddly traumatized by the sight of my mother having sex.”
Jo laughed, then returned to the bar.
“Did you really see Denise like that?” Charlie asked. Her voice was more “you go, girl” than shocked.
“Why is everyone taking her side?”
“Because I don’t have it in me to have sex on a kitchen table,” Heidi admitted. “Wouldn’t it be cold and uncomfortable?”
“It depends on the surface,” Annabelle said. “Glass could be freezing, but wood isn’t….” She cleared her throat. “Theoretically, of course.”
Charlie raised her eyebrows. “Someone has a past.”
Jo returned with the soda, then went back to the bar.
“How are things out at the ranch?” Nevada asked Heidi.
“Good. We’ve nearly finished repairing the barn. The goats are great. The cheese takes time to produce, so what I’m selling now I made before we moved here. Next year we’ll do much better with the cheese. Until that happens, cash is going to be tight. We’re thinking of boarding a few horses. Do you think there’s a market for that?”
“I’m looking for a place to put my horse,” Charlie said.
The three of them stared at her.
“You have a horse?” Nevada asked, trying to imagine Charlie riding.
“Sure. I like horses, I like being outside.”
“I’ve never seen you on a horse.”
“I board him at a place about thirty miles from here. I’d like to get him closer. I’m not the only one. Morgan just bought his granddaughter a pony and they’re keeping it in the same place.”
Heidi grinned. “Thanks for telling me. The barn is ready to go. Seriously, why don’t you come by and look it over?”
“I will.”
They set a time for the following afternoon.
Jo arrived with the nachos. Conversation shifted to the Fall Festival and what was going on in town.
“I got the paperwork on the blasting permits,” Charlie told Nevada.
“Good. Are you going to be our fire department representative?”
Charlie grabbed a chip covered in cheese. “I’ll be there, keeping you in line.”
“I don’t plan to cross the line, believe me. We want everything to go smoothly.”
“Oh, look.” Annabelle shifted in her seat and pointed toward the door.
Nevada turned around and saw Will walking in. He crossed to the bar and waited for Jo to notice him.
“They were fighting in the alley the other night,” the librarian said. “Well, not fighting exactly, but having a heated discussion.” She lowered her voice. “He really wants to go out with her and she keeps telling him no. I’m not sure why. He’s cute and he seems nice.”
“He is,” Nevada said absently, watching as Jo shook her head, ignoring whatever it was Will was saying. “I work with him. He’s a sweetie.”
“I don’t get it,” Charlie said. “There aren’t that many good guys out there. If someone like him is interested, she should go for it.”
Nevada glanced at the tall woman. Charlie sounded almost wistful.
“Jo’s been burned,” Heidi told them. “She has the look. Trust me. Some guy broke her heart and she doesn’t want to go there again.”
“No one knows for sure,” Charlie said. “With Jo, it’s all unsubstantiated rumors.”
A few minutes later, Will left. Jo checked on their table.
“How are you four doing?” she asked.
“What’s up with the guy?” Charlie asked, delicate as always.
Nevada thought Jo would say it was none of their business, but instead she shrugged. “He’s interested, I’m not. End of story.”
“You know he’s a great guy, right?” Nevada said, then held up her hands. “Sorry. I can’t help it. I work with him.”
“Then you want what’s best for him,” Jo told her. “That’s not me.”
She walked away, leaving them all staring after her.
Annabelle reached for a chip. “I love this town. It’s better than TV.”
“YOU COULDN’T DRIVE?” Tucker called, pushing off the truck and walking toward the man stepping off the private jet that had just landed at the Fool’s Gold airport.
Nevada hung back, not sure why Tucker had asked her to come with him to pick up his father. Tucker crossed the tarmac and the two men shook hands, then embraced.
They were about the same height, with similar dark hair and easy smiles. Nevada shifted from foot to foot, then moved toward the two of them.
“Mr. Janack,” she said, holding out her hand.
“Elliot, please,” he said. “Good to see you again, Nevada. You keeping my son in line?”“Doing my best.”
They climbed into Tucker’s large truck. She took the rear seat. Elliot angled toward her.
“I’m glad you’re on the team,” he told her. “Having someone local is a big asset. I remember when we were working in South America and I pissed off one of the local farmers. He cut off my water supply until I apologized and bought designer handbags for his eight daughters.” Elliot chuckled. “I don’t want to make that mistake again.”
“You’ll be pleased to know our town council isn’t that hard to work with.”
“Good to hear.” Elliot faced front again. “Are we on schedule?” he asked his son.
Tucker brought him up to date on the clearing, explained about the permits for water and sewer and told him when they would start the blasting. By the time they arrived at the job site, Elliot knew as much as any of them.
After Tucker parked, Nevada got out of the truck.
She expected to tell Elliot goodbye and go back to work. Instead the older man motioned for her to stay with him.
“Tucker has to make a few calls,” he said as his son walked toward the trailer. “Show me around.”
It sounded a lot more like an order than a request, but she was okay with that. The teams were doing great work and she was proud to show it off.
She pointed to the various clearing sites and explained how they were saving the largest-growth trees.
“People like that,” Elliot said. “It’s good for the environment and not much more work for us. A win. How do you like working with Tucker?”
“He’s a good boss,” she said, not sure what information he wanted. She would bet a lot of money that Elliot didn’t know about her past with Tucker, so the question was probably general rather than specific.
“He’s going to be taking over for me in a year or so.”
“I didn’t know that.”
Elliot smiled at her. “He claims I’m not ready to retire, but I could start cutting back. He calls this project his last test. His chance to prove he has what it takes.”
“That’s a lot on the line,” she murmured. While she’d known Tucker was taking on more and more responsibility, she hadn’t thought of him running the multibillion-dollar company. “He’ll do well.”
“I agree.”
“So, he’ll be located where the headquarters are, right?”
“Yes. Chicago. I’m thinking of spending part of the year in the Caribbean.”
He said something about buying a sailboat, but she wasn’t listening. Tucker was leaving. She’d always known he would—that this job was temporary. But now she understood that this project was simply a stepping-stone to something bigger. Running the family firm. Of course he would want to do that. It wasn’t as if she’d expected him to stay in Fool’s Gold.
Location wasn’t exactly the biggest problem, she admitted to herself. It was Tucker’s attitude about relationships. Being in love didn’t mean being a fool, no matter what he thought. Not that they had a relationship, other than friendship. She knew better than to fall for him again.
One of the guys hurried toward her. “Sorry to interrupt, boss,” he said, nodding at Elliot. “We have a problem.”
She raised her eyebrows, waiting for details.
“Goats,” he told her. “We have goats.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“THIS IS A FIRST FOR ME,” Tucker admitted, leading two goats down the road. He’d had to deal with wildlife before, but not goats. At least they were friendly enough.
“Poor Heidi,” Nevada said, hanging on to her own two goats. “I think she assumed the fencing was secure. I know she’s going to blame this one on the cows.”
“She has cows, too?”
“Sort of. They’re feral.”
Tucker chuckled. “Feral cows? Is that possible?”
“According to her, it is. They came with the ranch, but they’ve been running wild for years. The old man who used to own the Castle Ranch died a long time ago. I barely remember when he lived there. It was abandoned close to twenty years.”
And he’d been worried that building a hotel and casino in Fool’s Gold would be boring.
“You know those cows,” he said with a chuckle. “They can cause all kinds of trouble. Skipping class, smoking behind the gym.”
She grinned at him. “Is this where I remind you you’re dealing with goats on your job site? Don’t mock the cows. They may come after you.”
He laughed. “I can handle feral cows.”
“You say that now. I noticed your dad didn’t volunteer to return them to Heidi.”
“He’s more of a hotel guy. Too many years behind a desk.”
“Ever since you started heading the big projects, I’ll guess,” she said.
He nodded. After his disastrous relationship with Cat had ended, he’d thrown himself into his work. Within a year, he’d been managing a ten-story building in Thailand. The following year he’d built a bridge in India. His father had started spending more time in the office.
“I don’t think I could live like that,” she said. “Going from place to place. I like having a home.”
“Moving around is all I’ve known.”
He glanced at her. Sunlight illuminated the various shades of blond in her hair. Her profile was perfect, her mouth full.
He looked away, not wanting to stray too far down that path. It was tempting but dangerous. Better to think about the day, the bright blue sky, the trees, the rhythmic clip-clop of the goats.
“Tell me about Fool’s Gold,” he said.
She smiled. “I’m not sure we have that long. It has a distinguished history.”
“I’m sure. No pirates or scoundrels here.”
“Maybe a few, although I am a direct descendant of one of the founding families. The first people to live here were your relatives, though. The Máa-zib tribe.”
“Strong female warriors who used men for sex, then abandoned them. Something you can respect.”
“Appreciate might be a better word.” Humor danced in her eyes. “They left or died out. History isn’t clear on that. In the eighteen hundreds, a young woman named Ciara O’Farrell was on her way to an arranged marriage to a very wealthy older man. She fled her ship in San Francisco to look for gold and make her own fortune so she would never be at the mercy of a man.”
“This place does something to women,” he said. “I need to warn my guys.”
“They can take care of themselves. Do you want to hear the story or not?”
“I do. Tell away.”
“The captain of the ship, Ronan Kane, pursued Ciara.”
“Ronan, like the guy who built my hotel?”
“It wasn’t a hotel back then. He came after her and they fell in love and found gold. He built her a beautiful mansion to show his love to the entire world.” She looked at him. “That’s your hotel.”
“Okay. I like that. Drama, a chase, a happy ending.”
“We’re so pleased you approve of our history.”
“Is there still gold in the mountains?”
“Probably, but no one is looking for it. Kids sometimes go panning for gold. It’s been years since anyone discovered anything.”