Summer Days. Сьюзен Мэллери

as if annoyed he had to be bothered with something as insignificant as this. Although, according to Glen’s lawyer, May Stryker had “bought” the ranch with her son, which meant Rafe was an equal party in the complaint.

      The other man had blond hair and killer blue eyes. He was pretty enough to make even Heidi notice, despite her distraction over the proceedings. When she looked at Rafe, she felt a clenching in the pit of her stomach—something that didn’t happen when she glanced at his lawyer.

      Trisha turned and motioned for Heidi to lean forward.

      “Dante Jefferson,” she whispered, pointing to Rafe’s friend. “I know him by reputation, although I wouldn’t mind getting to know him in other ways.”

      Heidi blinked in surprise. Dante was young enough to be Trisha’s son. Not that she was going to judge, she told herself. Trisha was working the case for free.

      “Is he good?”

      Trisha’s amused expression tightened. “The best. He’s not just Rafe’s lawyer. They’re also business partners. Successful business partners. Between them, they’ve made enough money to rival the GDP of a midsize country.”

      Heidi pressed her hand to her churning stomach. “Is Glen going to prison?”

      “Not if I can help it. It will depend on the judge.” She turned her attention to Harvey. “You ready?”

      The old man nodded. “I’m here for Glen, just like he was there for me.” He gave a wink.

      “Good. The judge will want to speak to you,” Trisha told him. “Be honest. Just say what happened.”

      “I will.”

      Heidi could only hope it was enough.

      She glanced around the court as Trisha returned her attention to Glen. May Stryker caught Heidi’s eye. Rafe’s mother gave her a little wave and a smile. Heidi wasn’t sure what to make of that. May was the reason Glen was in trouble.

      No, Heidi reminded herself. Glen was the reason he was in trouble. He’d knowingly swindled May out of a lot of money. Only he’d done it to help Harvey, which complicated everything.

      She wanted to be furious with her grandfather, but she couldn’t get past the fear pressing down on her. In the next few minutes, they could lose everything. The home she’d been so desperate to have, her precious goats and every cent they had. Then what? Where would they go? She’d only ever wanted to belong somewhere, and now that might be taken from her.

      Judge Loomis took off her reading glasses. “I’ve reviewed the material. Ms. Wynn, you’re representing Mr. Simpson pro bono?”

      Glen’s lawyer rose. “Yes, Your Honor. I was so moved by his case, I had to help.”

      “So noted.”

      The fear of losing everything forced Heidi to her feet. “Your Honor?”

      The judge looked at her disapprovingly. Trisha groaned.

      “I’m Heidi Simpson,” Heidi said quickly. “May I speak?”

      The judge glanced at the paperwork in front of her, then turned back to Heidi. “As this is your ranch we’re talking about, all right. What do you have to say, Ms. Simpson?”

      Heidi looked at Trisha, who rolled her eyes. Heidi was aware of everyone looking at her.

      She was used to drawing a crowd. She’d grown up with her grandfather traveling with the carnival, working various games and helping out with the animals. She knew how to entice people to play the ring toss or gather around while she performed various card tricks. But that was expected attention. She planned for it, knew what to say. This was different—mostly because so much was at stake.

      Heidi ignored the shaking that began in her thighs and radiated out. She willed herself to be strong, to rise to the occasion and find the words to impress the judge.

      “I’m not happy to be here,” Heidi admitted, meeting the judge’s neutral gaze. “But I’m glad Harvey is alive.” She glanced at her grandfather’s friend and smiled. “I’ve known Harvey since I was a little girl. He’s a part of my extended family. When he came to Glen, he was dying. Now he’s healthy, and my grandfather made that possible. As much as I love my home, I can’t value it above a person’s life.”

      Rafe snorted. His lawyer hushed him.

      Heidi found herself staring at the ruthless businessman. “Not everything can be reduced to a dollar value,” she said. “My grandfather was wrong to try to sell Mrs. Stryker the ranch and wrong to take the money. But he didn’t do it lightly or without a really good reason. He was helping someone who is like a brother to him.”

      Heidi shifted her gaze back to the judge, but was unable to figure out what she was thinking.

      Heidi continued. “The ranch is everything I’ve ever wanted in a home. I raise goats, Your Honor. I have a small herd of eight. I use the milk to produce cheese and soap. I also sell the goat milk to a few people in town. It’s not a big business. It supports me and my grandfather. He took me in when my parents died. He took care of me and loved me, and now I want to be here for him. I’m taking responsibility for what my grandfather did. We’re willing to work out some kind of payment plan with Mrs. Stryker.”

      “You’ll put everything on the line for your grandfather,” the judge said slowly. “I see. But you don’t have the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

      “No.”

      “The property is mortgaged?”

      Trisha rose. “Permission to approach the bench, Your Honor. I have the paperwork for the mortgage right here.”

      The judge nodded.

      Trisha took the folder to her, then returned to her seat next to Glen. Heidi waited anxiously while the judge flipped through the pages, scanning them quickly. When she was done, she looked up, over her reading glasses.

      “In today’s financial climate, it’s unlikely you could get much of a second mortgage. By my calculations, it would cover less than twenty percent of what your grandfather took from Mrs. Stryker.”

      Heidi stared at the judge, not knowing what to say. Another mortgage? Where was she supposed to come up with the money for that?

      “How much of the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars do you have now?” the judge asked. “In cash?”

      Heidi thought of her savings account and swallowed. “Two thousand, five hundred dollars.”

      Several people watching whispered. Heidi felt herself flush.

      Rafe’s lawyer stood. “Your Honor, we’re all clear on how wonderfully virtuous it is that Ms. Simpson loves her grandfather, and of course she wants to pay back the money. But Glen Simpson stole from my clients. He took advantage of May Stryker’s advanced years and business inexperience to swindle her out of a significant amount of money.”

      “Advanced years?” May said, loud enough for several people to hear. “I’m not in my dotage.”

      “Sit down, Mr. Jefferson,” the judge told him. “You’ll get your turn.”

      “Yes, Your Honor.” The lawyer returned to his seat, but he looked more pleased than offended by the request.

      Heidi wished Rafe and his friend were a lot more worried.

      The judge glanced down at her notes, then back at Heidi. “You may be seated, Ms. Simpson. Am I correct in assuming the man next to you is Harvey, your grandfather’s friend?”

      She nodded.

      The judge asked Harvey to stand and listened while he detailed how he’d learned of his cancer and the fairly straightforward treatment that would give him many more years of life. But as he wasn’t old enough to qualify for Medicare and had never made enough to afford insurance, he was helpless to pay for the cure.