Summer Days. Сьюзен Мэллери

Just like that.

      The jacket had been new and thick and warm. In the pockets, he’d found gloves and five dollars. Back then, it was all the money in the world. He’d been grateful and furious at the same time.

      While he’d appreciated the gestures and the care, he’d hated that either had been necessary. Several nights a week, he’d been forced to lie to his mother and say he wasn’t hungry for dinner so his brothers and sister could have enough to eat. He’d gone to bed, determined to ignore the burning emptiness gnawing at him.

      He’d never understood the vicious old man his mother had worked for—a man who had made sure there was plenty for himself, but not enough for a hardworking housekeeper to feed her children. The only bright spot in coming back was that, while the old caretaker’s house still stood, the place where

      the old man had lived was gone.

      None of which was the town’s fault, he told himself. Still, the memories were there. Things he’d tried to forget, to grow past. He was a powerful man, wealthy. He could pick up the phone and be put through to a senator or diplomat. He knew the CEOs of nearly half the Fortune 500 companies. But, driving through Fool’s Gold, he was once again the too-thin kid who’d longed to know what it would be like to feel safe and secure. To have a full belly and toys and a mother who didn’t hide worry behind a loving smile.

      He turned into the courtyard in front of Ronan’s Lodge, the main hotel in town. The Gold Rush Ski Resort was too far out of town to be practical, so the lodge would do.

      Ronan’s Lodge, or as the locals called it, Ronan’s Folly, had been built during the gold rush. The large, three-story building was a testament to fine craftsmanship from a time when detail work was done by hand. As a valet hurried toward his car, Rafe took in the carved double doors that led to the lobby.

      Years ago, when he’d been small, he’d never imagined he would ever be able to stay in a place like this. Now he got out of his car and took the ticket the valet offered, as if he showed up at places like this every day. Which he did—but it never got old.

      He collected the small leather duffel he’d packed and went back to help his mother. May was staring at the hotel and smiling.

      “I remember this place,” she told him, her eyes bright with delight. “It’s so beautiful. Are we really going to stay here?”

      “It’s convenient.”

      “You need a little more romance in your soul.”

      “Now you have a project.”

      She laughed and touched his cheek. “Oh, Rafe, isn’t it wonderful to be back? Driving through town like that, I didn’t know where to look first. Don’t you love everything about this town? I’m sorry we had to leave. We were so happy here.”

      He supposed in some ways they had been, but getting out of Fool’s Gold had been a goal that consumed him. Which wasn’t a conversation he was going to have with his mother, he reminded himself.

      “You can be happy again, once you have your ranch,” he told her, taking her suitcase and escorting her into the hotel.

      The lobby was large and three stories tall. There were carved panels on the wall and a chandelier made of imported Irish crystal. He wasn’t sure where that small fact had come from or why he’d remembered it, but there it was.

      Even as May paused to press both hands to her chest and gaze around in wonder, Rafe walked to the reception desk and gave his last name.

      “There should be two rooms,” he said, knowing his ever-efficient assistant would have handled things.

      “Yes, Mr. Stryker. Of course. We have you and your mother each in a suite on our third floor.” The young woman in a blue suit gave him paperwork to sign, then told him about the restaurant hours and that room service was available around the clock.

      He was more interested in getting a drink. Make that several. After glancing briefly toward the bar, he collected his mother and herded her toward the elevator.

      “I only need a very small room,” she said as they rode to the third floor.

      “Uh-huh.”

      “I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out with Glen and Heidi, and then I won’t be in the hotel at all.”

      He stopped in front of the first door and inserted a key card. “Mom, even when you own the ranch, do you really think you’ll want to live there? You’ll be out in the middle of nowhere.” While his mother was only in her fifties, he wasn’t sure he was comfortable with her being alone on a ranch. “The house is old and I doubt it’s been updated.” He thought about the roof and the fading paint, and felt the beginnings of a headache.

      May patted his arm. “You’re sweet to worry, Rafe, but I’ll be fine. I’ve wanted to return to the ranch ever since we lost it nearly twenty years ago. I belong there. Seeing it was magical. I want to make it into a home. Everything is going to work out. You’ll see.”

      He didn’t doubt he would win in court. Dante would see to that. But there was a long, dusty road between winning and everything working out. His mother had a way of complicating a situation.

      “I want to go visit Glen in jail,” she announced as he took her suitcase into the suite’s bedroom.

      “Exhibit A,” he murmured, watching the first of the complications manifest.

      “I feel badly that he’s there.” Her warm gaze cooled. “You didn’t have to call the police.”

      “He was breaking the law.”

      “I know and I appreciate that you were also looking out for me, but I think we should find another way.”

      With luck, his room would have a minibar, he thought grimly. Then he wouldn’t even have to go downstairs.

      “Glen is fine.”

      “You don’t know that. I’m going to see him.”

      He recognized stubborn, mostly because he’d inherited it from her. “Give me a half hour to check in with the office and I’ll come get you. We’ll go together.”

      The smile returned. “Thank you.”

      Sure, now that she was getting her way she smiled. He promised to be back in thirty minutes, then escaped to his own room at the end of the hall.

      He used the card key and stepped into the quiet, mother-free space. The room faced the mountains, and the drapes were parted enough for him to see the Sierra Nevada peaks aiming for the heavens.

      He walked into the bedroom, tossed his duffel on the king-size bed, then returned to the living room of the suite and removed his tie. Instead of searching for the minibar, he grabbed his cell phone and called his office.

      “Mr. Stryker’s office,” his businesslike assistant answered on the first ring.

      “Hello, Ms. Jennings.”

      “Mr. Stryker. You’re in Fool’s Gold with your mother?”

      “Yes, and it looks like I’m going to be here awhile.”

      “I gathered that when Mr. Jefferson mentioned he would be joining you. It’s a lovely town.”

      Rafe felt his eyebrows rise. Ms. Jennings never mentioned anything personal. He wasn’t sure if the woman was married, a grandmother or living with a rock band.

      “You’ve visited?”

      “Several times. They have wonderful festivals.”

      There was no accounting for taste, he thought. “I’ll have to check them out.”

      “I can send you a schedule. It’s on the city’s website, www.FoolsGoldCA.com.”

      “Uh, not right now, but thanks for the offer. I’m going to need you to rearrange my calendar. Cancel what isn’t