Counting On The Cowboy. Shannon Taylor Vannatter

wish you’d stay. Jesus forgave me. For everything. Can’t you give me a chance?”

      How dare she pull the Jesus card.

      “If you stay, I’ll give you space. And if you give me some time, I’ll summon up the courage to tell the truth.”

      “I’ll think about it.” If it would get her out of his way, he’d think about all she’d said. All the way to his truck. All the way back to Waco.

      She stepped aside.

      He practically bolted out the door, down the porch steps and across the pristine yard to the parking lot.

      But Devree, with the sun setting her cinnamon hair aflame, waited by his truck. Blocking his escape.

      “Could you tell Chase I’ll call him?” He willed her to step aside.

      Her brilliant blue gaze locked on his. “Please don’t go.”

      A heartfelt plea from a beautiful woman. Normally he couldn’t resist that. Even though it was obvious the redhead was just the type he needed to steer clear of: a city girl.

      Just like his mom. And he certainly didn’t want anything to do with her. He needed to get out of Dodge. Fast.

       Chapter Two

      Devree’s face heated when she realized he could have taken her plea for him to stay as her own. “I mean, Chase could use you around here.”

      “I’m sure he can find someone else.” Brock shifted his weight, obviously wanting her to move out of his way.

      But she had to convince him to stay. For her sister’s sake. And Becca’s too. “The chapel’s completed, but they’re still in the middle of expanding the ranch. Their new house, along with honeymoon and hunting cabins are in progress. Chase is up to his eyeballs with all of it and the handyman bailed.”

      “Surely there’ve been other applicants.”

      “Several who would be great as ranch hands, but painfully inexperienced when it comes to fixing anything other than fences.” She drew in a long breath.

      “I can’t stay here.”

      “I have a wedding scheduled next month. Plus, they’ve got more weddings starting in June and wild boar hunts booked through fall with guests expecting cabins ready for their stay. Meanwhile, there are a dozen projects that need attention and a very pregnant lady who’d like to be in her new house before the baby comes. Please say you’ll take the job.”

      “I can’t do this. Not with—”

      “Landry had a stillbirth last spring.” Her vision blurred at the memory of the tiny casket.

      His shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry. Chase didn’t say anything.”

      “They don’t like to dwell on it. It’s too hard.” She blinked the moisture away. “She’s almost lost this baby twice and is still having complications. She can’t handle any more stress. Chase needs to spend more time keeping her calm. Just stay until Chase can find someone else. My niece or nephew’s life could depend on it.”

      His eyes softened. “No pressure.”

      “Sorry.” Devree kicked at the gravel drive. “They’re scared to death. And so am I.” She managed to get a hold on her emotions, looked back up at him. “Here’s your chance to help an old friend. With a baby’s life hanging in the balance.”

      “You drive a hard bargain.” He looked skyward. “I’ll stay on one condition.”

      “Which is?”

      “I don’t want to talk about my mother. And I don’t want any of you pushing me toward her.”

      “We owe you.” She offered her hand. His rough, calloused palm dwarfed hers.

      “And only until Chase can hire someone else.”

      “Come on. Let’s go tell them.” She jogged to the ranch house.

      With his long stride, he stayed right with her even though he was only walking. He beat her to the porch, climbed the steps and opened the door for her.

      “Do you think your mom is okay?”

      His gaze went steely. “Don’t know.”

      And obviously didn’t care.

      “And that counts as talking about her.”

      “I can’t help it if I’m worried about her.” In the last year since the dude ranch started hosting weddings, Devree had planned a handful here. Becca helped decorate and clean after each one—a real sweetheart. How could he not care about her?

      “You’re still talking about her.”

      “Sorry.” She stepped inside, hurried across the foyer to the great room.

      Landry was right where she’d left her—laying on the couch, feet in her husband’s lap.

      “Good news. Brock agreed to take the job.”

      “Wonderful.” Landry’s relief whooshed out in a heavy sigh.

      “Glad to hear it.” Chase’s smile went a mile wide.

      “Where should I bunk?”

      “Go out to the barn, ask for Troy. He’ll get you settled in a room at the bunkhouse where a lot of the hands stay.”

      “Sounds like a plan. I’d like to tackle the goat problem. Exactly how many are missing?”

      “Eleven. Six does—one is gestating with a kid due in the next few weeks—and five bucks. All pygmies. We’re planning a petting zoo by the time school’s out.”

      Does and bucks? Weren’t those deer? Gestating with a kid due? Did that translate into pregnant goat? Devree was desperately behind on her ranch and farm animal lingo.

      “They need something to occupy them so they’ll stay in the pens.”

      Apparently, Brock knew a thing or two about goats. Or does and bucks and kids. Or whatever they were.

      “Use whatever you need out of the lumber pile in the barn.” Chase adjusted the comforter around Landry’s feet. “I’d also appreciate it if you’d arrange for demolition of that old storm shelter on the east side of the chapel. It’s an eyesore and goat magnet. Besides, we have a basement so we don’t need it.”

      “Sure. First thing in the morning.”

      “And, Devree, since we have a handyman now, I need to add to your load.”

      “Okay?” Hopefully, nothing dirty or stinky.

      “Our event schedule is kind of dead between spring break and June. Which will leave you at loose ends. With Landry down for the count, our last handyman’s wife was supposed to handle decorating the chapel and the honeymoon cottages. I was wondering if you could help with that.”

      “Um, I’m a wed—event planner. Not an interior decorator.” Especially not a rustic one. Country-themed weddings were always a challenge for her.

      “Please don’t let Chase do it.” Landry groaned. “Everything will end up looking just like the hunting cabins. With dead wild boar heads on the walls.”

      And cause her sister stress. “I guess I could try.”

      “You’ll do great.” Landry sounded so certain. “With all your experience at decorating venues for weddings. For the chapel, just a few decor items. Keep it simple and rustic with a few crosses and burlap. And for the cabins, pick some paint colors, tile and flooring. We get all our decor items, furnishings, drapery and bedding from Resa’s store. She’ll give you good advice.”

      “I’m