Cowboy Dad. Cathy Mcdavid

roomies after my clothes are dry.”

      “Okay.”

      Her estimation of Aaron rose another notch. No one would think much of her giving one of the owners a ride. They would think a whole lot more of that owner if he walked.

      Natalie took a step toward the door. There really was no reason to stay. So why didn’t she leave? “You going back to the dining hall?”

      Aaron leaned a hip on the washing machine. “In a few minutes. I have some calls to make.”

      Her eyes automatically went to the cell phone clipped to his belt. “You can’t get a signal everywhere on the ranch. It’s best near the main lodge and only when the weather’s not overcast.”

      His expression warmed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

      Natalie wanted to bite her tongue. The line she delivered ten times a day to guests had sounded like an invitation to walk with her. It was all the incentive she needed to finally get a move on.

      “Good night, then.”

      “See you tomorrow.”

      Stepping outside, she decided it would be for the best if she avoided Aaron as much as possible in the coming weeks. Technically, she worked for him, and it was her duty, her responsibility, to be helpful. But helpful didn’t include chitchatting in the laundry room. The last thing she wanted was for him to get the wrong idea.

      Leaving him behind, she backtracked the way she’d come, her gaze focused on the uneven ground ahead. A shadow entered her line of vision. For the second time that night, she stopped short just before colliding with someone. Only this someone was her boss. Jake Tucker.

      She didn’t need to see his face to know he wasn’t happy.

      Chapter Three

      Natalie skipped her usual sit-down breakfast the next morning. She had a hundred and one things to do and only two hours of uninterrupted work time while her mother watched Shiloh. After that, Deana would leave for the antique shop in Payson, an easy twenty-minute drive south on the highway.

      Entering the dining hall, Natalie headed straight for the coffee station and filled her jumbo travel mug. On her way to the kitchen, she stopped by one of the tables and grabbed an English muffin, wrapping it in a napkin.

      “Morning, honey,” her father called from the opposite table.

      “Hey, Dad.”

      Any other day, Natalie would have rushed over to give her father a quick hug or peck on the cheek. But this morning, he sat with Aaron Reyes, and they looked rather chummy with their heads bent, going over papers and maps and handwritten lists.

      It wasn’t just their obvious involvement in whatever they were discussing that gave Natalie pause. Jake’s warning from the previous night still rang in her ears. He hadn’t told her not to talk to Aaron ever again, but he didn’t have to. She’d worked for Jake in some capacity since she was fourteen and long ago learned to read between his spoken lines.

      “Gotta run.” She waved a hand at her father and smiled brightly, hoping neither he nor Aaron realized they were being snubbed. “See you later.” Sipping her coffee, she hurried toward the kitchen.

      Natalie had her own list to go over with Olivia Barraza, supervisor of the kitchen crew and indisputable queen of her domain.

      “Buenos días, chiquita,” she said to Natalie upon seeing her come into the kitchen. Though it had been a good many years since Natalie was a little girl, Olivia still used the endearment.

      When Natalie took over her mother’s position, she’d worried that some of the staff, particularly those employees like Olivia who’d watched Natalie grow up and, on occasion, supervised her, wouldn’t accept her once they were on equal footing.

      In Olivia’s case, Natalie’s worries were for nothing. They worked well together. When they weren’t on duty, Olivia treated Natalie like a beloved niece and Shiloh like one of her numerous grandchildren.

      “I’ve got the most recent advance-booking numbers to go over with you.” Natalie pulled a stool up to the counter and took a seat. Weekly menus varied, depending on the number of guests staying at the ranch. To ensure the food served was the freshest possible, orders weren’t placed until the last minute.

      Olivia dried her hands on a dish towel and came over to join Natalie. She was followed by one of her helpers, who, like Olivia, had been cleaning up after breakfast. The dishwasher, a young man barely into his twenties, remained at the sink, scrubbing a pot.

      No sooner would the last fork be washed and dried and put away than the staff would start preparing lunch. When the new season started and there was an army of hungry guests to feed, twice the current staff would run the kitchen sixteen hours a day, operating with the precision and efficiency of a factory assembly line. Olivia tolerated nothing less.

      “Before you get into that—” she settled herself onto the stool beside Natalie with a grace that belied her generous size “—there’s something we want to talk to you about.”

      “We?”

      She nodded at her helper. “Gerrie and I. Lucia and Pat, too,” she said, referring to her other two helpers who weren’t there.

      “About what?” Natalie asked, a tad uneasy. Olivia was so rarely somber.

      “Shiloh.”

      “Shiloh?”

      “Yes.” Olivia inched closer. So did Gerrie.

      Natalie felt surrounded. “I don’t understand.”

      “We know you need a babysitter and can’t find one.”

      “That’s true. But—”

      “We’ll do it.” Olivia and Gerrie exchanged nods.

      Natalie’s glance went from one woman to the next. “You two?”

      “We four. Lucia and Pat want to help, too.”

      “Don’t look at me,” the dishwasher said from the sink when Natalie turned in his direction. “Kids are scared of me.”

      With his piercings, scraggly goatee and full-sleeve tatts, Natalie believed him.

      “But your days off,” she sputtered, still struggling to absorb everything Olivia had said. “You’d give them up?”

      “Not all of them. We would rotate.” Olivia pulled a folded sheet of paper from her apron pocket and handed it to Natalie. “I’ve already talked to your mother and Briana. We need everyone to make this work.”

      Natalie scanned the paper. On it was a seven-day grid with names penciled inside the squares, including her own. Olivia had gone though a lot of work to put it together.

      “I don’t know what to say.” Natalie’s throat tightened.

      “You say okay and thank you.”

      “I’m really touched.” She tried to hand the paper back to Olivia. “But it’s too much to ask of you.”

      “This is temporary,” Olivia assured Natalie, patting her arm. “Until you make other arrangements.”

      “I’ll pay you,” Natalie insisted. “It’s only fair.”

      “All right.” Olivia conceded with a shrug.

      Natalie would have refused their plan unless they’d agreed to accept payment, and Olivia knew it.

      “You sure, too?” Natalie looked inquiringly at Gerrie.

      “Hey, I can use the extra money.”

      “What about your boyfriend?”

      Gerrie giggled. “Why do you think I need the extra money?”

      “Only until I hire a regular