Rancher at Risk. Barbara Daille White

they had left the ranch house hours ago, she could still recall the way his eyes had darkened when she told him she was deaf. From shock, probably. Surprise, for sure.

      She was used to both, and worse. Over the years, she’d had to explain to hundreds of people that she couldn’t hear. She had built up a thick skin, an armor that protected her against any reaction.

      But today, for the first time in her life, she hadn’t felt ready to hear a response. And she didn’t want to think about what that meant.

      Nate patted her arm. “Lianne, did you tell Ryan all about the school?”

      “Yes, I did.” She’d better not miss a word of this conversation now. Not in front of the man sitting across from her.

      Nate looked up at Ryan. “You’re gonna help Daddy with the wranglers, right?”

      “Right.”

      “And Lianne’s running the ranch.”

      “Is she?” he asked.

      “Yep. She’s helping Daddy build the school. It’s gonna be a camp, too. Isn’t that great? But don’t worry, it won’t be like a dude ranch or anything.”

      Recalling her conversation with Ryan about that, Lianne couldn’t keep from looking his way. He was watching her.

      His hazel eyes had changed, chameleon-like, picking up the color from his T-shirt. The green of an impending storm had given way to the brighter shade of grass after the rain. The sight sent a rush of pleasure through her.

      Nate patted her arm again. She tore her gaze away from Ryan.

      “There will be lots of horses at the ranch, right?”

      She nodded at Nate. “Right. The boys will have plenty of chances for horseback rides.”

      From across the lawn, Caleb and Tess approached, each carrying a tray.

      “This is how you say horse, Ryan.” Nate rested the tip of her thumb against her temple with her index and middle fingers together and standing straight up. She tapped both fingers in the air twice the way Lianne had taught her.

      He nodded.

      “Try it,” she insisted.

      “Nate,” Caleb said, “why don’t you give Gram and Aunt El a hand with dessert?”

      “Okay,” she agreed, bounding to her feet. “So long as I get the biggest piece of pie.”

      “We’ll give that to one of our guests,” her mother said. “And later you and I will have another talk about sharing.”

      As Nate ran off, Caleb set his tray on the picnic table. “Coffee’s ready.”

      “Can I pour for you?” Lianne asked.

      “Thanks, but I’ve got it covered,” Caleb said. “Tess is training me.”

      “Yes, and it’s a slow process.” Tess smiled at Caleb to take the sting from her words.

      Lianne smiled, too. Like Kayla and Sam, these two were lucky to have each other.

      Tess turned toward Lianne. “I hope you found things okay over at the house.”

      “Everything’s great.” She spoke firmly, trying to convince herself as much as Tess. “So far I’ve seen everything I could possibly want in the house.”

      And one person she didn’t want there at all.

      She tried not to look at the man across the table as she reached for the mug Caleb held out to her.

      She owed Caleb so much. The job. The chance to prove herself. Even the house she was living in rent-free. The big ranch house, with lots of rooms to get lost in.

      Growing up with so many other kids around, she’d never had the luxury of a room to herself. Unlike Nate, she’d also never had a problem with sharing.

      Before now.

      Chapter Five

      Their second helpings of pie finished, Ryan and Caleb had moved to a couple of lawn chairs. The one Ryan had taken provided him with a clear view of the far side of the yard, where Lianne sat at a table near a row of pine trees laced with tiny white lights. After dessert Nate had ferried Lianne over there for a sign language lesson.

      Caleb’s mother-in-law hefted the coffeepot. “I’ll be right out with a refill.”

      Caleb and Tess made vague comments about continuing his “training” and followed her.

      “What did you think of the dessert?” asked the older woman seated near him.

      Grateful for the distraction, he turned to Tess’s aunt. With her grizzled gray hair and tanned skin, Ellamae could have passed for Tony’s female twin.

      All during the meal, she and Roselynn had sent platters and plates and bowls of food in his direction, urging him to take extra. Three rounds later he’d finally quit saying yes. He recalled Caleb’s warning that she liked to “spice things up.” But after kindness like that, he was willing to give the woman the benefit of the doubt.

      “Dessert was great,” he said truthfully. “One of the best pecan pies I’ve ever tasted.”

      He took a long, bracing swallow of coffee. One advantage to not sleeping—no worries about too much caffeine.

      Ellamae did the same, eyeing him over the rim of her mug. “You’re a long way from Montana. It’s your first visit to New Mexico, isn’t it? And of course, your first time here in town.”

      “Yes, ma’am, it is.” And probably the last. As things stood now, he knew once he’d gotten free of his obligations here, he’d never want to see the place again. Whether he went back home or not... He’d have to see how things stood then.

      “You’ll have to make sure and look me up next time you’re in town,” she said. “I’ll show you around, introduce you to a few folks. And there’s always something going on at the community center.”

      That was the last thing he needed. “Thanks. I imagine I’ll be sticking close to the ranch for a while. It’s a busy time over there.”

      Across the yard, Nate gave a loud frustrated groan.

      Lianne laughed and brushed her blond hair back over one shoulder. Caleb had lit the hurricane lamps on the picnic tables, and in their glow her hair rippled like a river catching the first rays of the sun.

      Fine poetic thoughts from a man whose literary heights ran to Louis L’Amour novels. And not thoughts he wanted to have at all.

      “Good to know you’re enjoying your new surroundings.”

      He’d forgotten about the woman sitting right next to him, who had trained her sharp-eyed gaze on him again. “Flagman’s Folly does seem like a nice place,” he said, choosing to misunderstand her. “At least, from what I’ve seen so far.”

      “Uh-huh.” The ghost of a grin on her wrinkled face told him she hadn’t fallen for his redirection. But she rolled with it anyway. “From what I heard around the office the other day, you got a fairly good glimpse of Signal Street.”

      Frowning, he looked over to Lianne and back again.

      “Nope,” the older woman said.

      “Caleb?” Even as she shook her head, he strung her words together and made the connection. “You work at Town Hall.”

      She nodded. “As town clerk for more than forty years now. That’s a lot of water under the bridge.”

      And a long history of loyalty to Judge Baylor, he’d bet.

      Should have heeded Caleb’s warning after all.

      After tonight he’d make sure to keep away from her.

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