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The Trouble With Cowgirls
Amanda Renee


THE COWBOY SHE LEFT BEHINDSeeing the love of his life after ten years is a shock for Lane Morgan. Especially when he learns the Italian-born beauty who broke his teenage heart is now a widowed single mother. And she’s the new barn manager at Bridle Dance Ranch—a job that should have been his.Lucy Travisonno never dreamed she’d return to the Texas horse ranch where she and Lane fell in love—much less as his boss! The spark between them is stronger than ever. But there’s something Lane doesn’t know… If she reveals her long-held secret, will Lucy lose her second chance with the handsome cowboy?







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THE COWBOY SHE LEFT BEHIND

Seeing the love of his life after ten years is a shock for Lane Morgan. Especially when he learns the Italian-born beauty who broke his teenage heart is now a widowed single mother. And she’s the new barn manager at Bridle Dance Ranch—a job that should have been his.

Lucy Travisonno never dreamed she’d return to the Texas horse ranch where she and Lane fell in love—much less as his boss! The spark between them is stronger than ever. But there’s something Lane doesn’t know… If she reveals her long-held secret, will Lucy lose her second chance with the handsome cowboy?


“You and I had a good thing once.”

Lucy turned back to the horizon. As soon as she broke eye contact, he ached for it again.

It was every man’s fantasy to have his first love admit she still thought of him, but he wasn’t prepared for the pain of actually hearing the words.

“We were kids,” he said. “Neither of us knew what we were doing or where we were going. I won’t deny what I felt for you was real, but as much as I’d love to go back in time, we’re not those people anymore.”

“I’d like to think we’re better.”

“I’ll give you that.” He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

The instant he touched her, Lane knew he shouldn’t have come. He needed to get back in his truck and leave her and the past alone before his heart paid the price a second time…


Dear Reader (#ulink_ac300567-5fac-5578-8cdd-022e65b25445),

This book was never part of my original plan. The day I finished writing Mistletoe Rodeo was a bittersweet one. I felt accomplished that I’d completed the Ramblewood series, but a part of me felt as if I’d walked away from the people I loved. Three months passed and I still couldn’t shake the feeling. My mom and I discussed it one afternoon over coffee and she nudged me to continue the series. I outlined The Trouble with Cowgirls that evening.

I’d always wanted to delve deeper into the Travisonno family. We’d met Nicolino throughout many of the previous books, and his history as an Italian immigrant on a Texas horse ranch had always intrigued me. This was my chance to tell part of his story.

Nicolino and Lucy pay homage to my own family. My grandfather’s middle name was Nicolino and one of his sisters was Lucy. As with my other books, I’ve woven some more of my own ancestral elements into Ramblewood.

The Trouble with Cowgirls is the seventh book in the Welcome to Ramblewood series…where the door is always open.

Please visit me at amandarenee.com (http://www.amandarenee.com). I’d love to hear from you. Happy reading!

Amanda Renee


The Trouble

With Cowgirls

Amanda Renee






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AMANDA RENEE was raised in the northeast and now wriggles her toes in the warm sand of coastal South Carolina. Her career began when she was discovered through Harlequin’s So You Think You Can Write contest. When not creating stories about love and laughter, she enjoys the company of her schnoodle, Duffy, camping, playing guitar and piano, photography, and anything involving horses. You can visit her at amandarenee.com (http://www.amandarenee.com).


For Mom

Thank you for always encouraging me

I love you always


Contents

Cover (#u505a9d59-a788-58c6-ba0f-089c0667f218)

Back Cover Text (#ue8cba40a-1c85-595f-a8de-2c2c7463d1aa)

Introduction (#uca472874-0ad4-5dea-8a29-4429b31ee733)

Dear Reader (#ulink_766b874c-ad9c-5db2-ba74-5d0d748b48fb)

Title Page (#uaa3c98dd-3e46-5ae0-bfe6-807b3146c7e1)

About the Author (#ua1edf6a7-3e0a-57aa-b933-05e2b18fa600)

Dedication (#u1fb833fd-4aa0-5bd9-97be-0e0a0280a7c5)

Chapter One (#ulink_14956d8c-454c-5d44-88fa-26e882ee409e)

Chapter Two (#ulink_e77d8685-5235-5e17-a89a-78c6830ff1b4)

Chapter Three (#ulink_1497662d-a219-5005-9078-697531e66206)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One (#ulink_717ffa34-5a30-5b63-97e1-3d4010cc208b)

“I want to go home.”

Lucy Travisonno tightened her grip on Carina’s little hand as they stepped out of her cousin Nicolino’s truck into the mid-afternoon Texas sun. Dust from the dirt drive churned behind them. Her eight-and-a-half-year-old daughter’s words echoed her own thoughts. The town of Ramblewood had been a reprieve from her overly strict Italian family since she was fourteen. And while she might have dreamed of visiting the Bridle Dance Ranch again one day, she’d never imagined returning out of desperation.

Ella, Nicolino’s wife, waved to them from the front porch of their sun-shower yellow Queen Anne farmhouse. Five children barreled down the steps toward them, causing Carina to tuck herself behind Lucy. Even though the children were Texas born, each of them greeted Lucy and Carina in Italian while shaking their hands.

“It’s wonderful to see you. I can’t believe it’s been ten years.” Ella’s melodious Southern drawl and welcoming embrace warmly enveloped Lucy. “Let me get a good look at you.” Ella withdrew, holding her at arm’s length. “Still as pretty as ever. How are you holding up, honey?”

“We’re surviving.” Lucy guardedly observed her daughter’s reactions to her new second cousins and then lowered her voice. “Carina’s having trouble accepting all of this and I feel like I’m failing as a parent.”

“My heart aches for the both of you.” Ella smothered her with another hug. “I can’t even imagine what you’ve been through, but you’re with family now and we’ll take good care of you.”

“Thank you.” Ella’s compassion intensified the pressure welling in Lucy’s chest. Her divorce from Antonio had been difficult enough for their daughter to accept, but his death had left Carina inconsolable. “That means the world to me. I don’t know if she’ll ever get past losing her father.”

“She will in time. Moving from Italy to Texas is a big adjustment. And just so you know, we only told the children about Antonio’s death.” Ella squeezed her hand. “We didn’t feel the rest was theirs or anyone else’s concern.”

The past few months had been a nightmare for Lucy, but they’d been hardest for Carina. Antonio had been so deep in debt at the time of his death that everything they’d owned had been seized shortly afterward—including their daughter’s beloved horses. Lucy hoped Carina would begin to heal now that they’d moved away from the constant reminders of what they’d lost.

“I appreciate Nicolino giving me this job opportunity and your aunt Kay’s generosity in renting us one of the cottages until we’re back on our feet. I was a bit of a troublemaker when I used to visit. I’m surprised she’s allowing me to stay on the ranch.”

“You were a cakewalk compared to her boys. Believe me—we’re all happy you’re here. Would you like to come in and have some sweet tea or a cup of coffee?”

Lucy glanced at her daughter, who couldn’t have looked more miserable if she tried. “Would you mind if we passed? I feel grungy. We’ve been traveling for over twenty-four hours and I’m anxious to show Carina our new home.”

“Of course.” Ella smiled down at the little girl. “She’s the spitting image of you. Give me one second and I’ll get you the keys to the cottage.”

Lucy brushed the hair from Carina’s face. “How are you doing, mia gattina?” She’d affectionately called her daughter my kitten since the day she was born. Three months premature, Carina had never cried loudly as a baby. It was always more of a mew.

“I can’t understand them,” Carina said in Italian. “They don’t speak much Italian and their English doesn’t sound like the English I know.”

Lucy had feared her daughter’s thick accent compared to everyone else’s Texas twang would make conversation difficult at first. “Give it a chance. Before you know it, you’ll understand everything they’re saying. The more you speak English, the easier it will become.”

“I don’t want to be here, Mamma.” Carina pushed away, continuing in Italian, “This is your family. I want to go back to our house and my friends.”

Lucy’s stomach knotted. “Sweetheart, you know we can’t do that. None of those things belong to us anymore and this is very much your family, too.”

“Why did Papà have to die?” She folded her arms tightly across her chest—her walls up once again. The pain reflected in Carina’s eyes gutted Lucy. Her fun-loving daughter hadn’t laughed or smiled since before Antonio’s death. Now, four months later, she appeared harder and much older.

Ella returned with multiple keys and handed them to Lucy. “This is for the cottage, this one’s for our house in case you ever need something and we’re not home and this last one is for my car. I’m not using it, since Nicolino bought me an SUV, so please take it for as long as you need.”

“Thank you, Ella.” Lucy fought back the tears that threatened to break free. She’d managed to remain strong for Carina’s sake and refused to show any weakness now.

“Follow me over to your place and then I’ll leave you be. Do promise to join us for dinner tonight. I’ve stocked your kitchen, but we planned a small gathering to welcome you to Texas.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Lucy answered for the two of them, knowing Carina wanted nothing to do with it. She also had the feeling Ella and Nicolino had prepared a feast rather than an intimate family meal.

After Ella had shown them around the cottage and left, they were alone for the first time since they’d departed Italy. Carina’s brows lifted in anticipation of Lucy’s next words.

“I know you were hoping for more, but this is the best I can do.” It had taken every penny to send ahead what belongings they had left and to pay for their plane tickets and the bare necessities. “I promise you, we will get through this together.”

Carina didn’t argue; she didn’t cry; she didn’t say a word, and it had become increasingly frustrating. Lucy wanted to help her daughter, but she no longer knew how. Antonio had been Carina’s confidant, and that had suited Lucy just fine. She’d wanted them to maintain a close relationship. Even after the divorce, which had been amicable, Antonio had made a point to see Carina almost every day. He’d been the one helping her with her homework while Lucy earned her master’s degree. He’d also been her dressage instructor, grooming her to be a champion one day. When he died, Carina’s dreams had died with him. And there was no convincing her that it was all right to continue pursuing those dreams in memory of her father.

Lucy glanced around the tiny two-bedroom cottage. Okay, so it was a long way from their eighteenth-century luxury villa in Parma, but the house was cozy, and for the first time in months she felt secure. Worn oak planks replaced the marble-and-parquet flooring they were accustomed to. There were Sheetrock ceilings above instead of ornate coffered ones and rustic hand-me-downs in place of her elegant furnishings.

The cottage was tidy and freshly painted inside and out. Ella had taken care to add personal touches such as handmade quilts and family heirlooms that Lucy suspected were special to her and Nicolino. Outside, freshly mulched beds filled with vibrant late-summer flowers lined both sides of the front walkway. The strawberry-colored cottage with its white trim was quaint and inviting. No, it wasn’t luxurious, but it was clean, and more important...it was theirs.

“This is what they call shabby chic.” She knew Carina had already popped in her iPod earbuds and drowned out her words, but Lucy feared if she stopped moving or talking, she’d think about the last time she was in Ramblewood.

“It’s in the past.” Lucy dragged her suitcases into the bedroom. “And it needs to stay there.”

They might have lost almost everything they’d owned, but Ramblewood was their chance at a fresh start, and she’d do whatever it took to ensure it was successful. The sooner she and Carina developed a new routine, the sooner they’d rebuild their lives and their relationship. After dinner she’d insist on starting her new job tomorrow. Nicolino would understand. Having emigrated from Italy to Texas almost twenty-five years ago, he’d begun a new life on this very ranch and worked his way up to general operations manager. Now it was her turn, and Lucy refused to allow anything to get in the way.

* * *

LANE MORGAN LEFT the bunkhouse before sunrise. He could barely contain his excitement as he made his way to the Bridle Dance Ranch stables. The rumor was Nicolino Travisonno had gathered many of the ranch employees to announce Lane’s long-awaited promotion to barn manager. He’d known the day was coming, but he hadn’t expected this much fanfare.

He had worked beside the last barn manager on the quarter-of-a-million-acre paint and cutting horse ranch since he was a teenager. An after-school job had turned full time once he’d graduated high school. When Curly had announced his retirement last month, Lane had expected Nicolino to offer him the position then. Curly’s last day had come and gone over three weeks ago, and Lane continued to wait. He’d been doing Curly’s job ever since and at this point an official announcement was only a formality.

“Today’s the day.” A ranch hand slapped him on the back. “You deserve it.”

That he did. Lane hadn’t been fortunate enough to attend college full time the way many of his friends had, but he’d managed to take night classes as time permitted. At twenty-eight, he still had another two years to go until he earned his bachelor’s degree, and he was determined to do it. Curly wasn’t college educated, but he’d been the best barn manager anyone could’ve hoped for. Lane had apprenticed under the man, studying everything equine and stable related he could find. Curly had groomed him for this promotion, and Lane was confident it was his.

Along with everyone else, Lane filed into the country French stone and stucco stables. The building had been nicknamed the Horse Mansion due to its rivaling the size of a football field.

“May I have everyone’s attention, please?” Nicolino’s voice boomed as the crowd converged in the timber-framed center area. They quieted down, leaving only the sound of an occasional horse neigh to break the electrified silence. “As you’re all aware, Curly’s retirement left a vacancy in the barn manager position.”

The hair on the back of Lane’s neck rose in anticipation. He heard somebody whisper “Good luck” behind him. Nodding silently, he focused his attention on Nicolino.

“Today I’m proud to award the position to Lucy Travisonno.”

“Who?” someone called out from the other side of the room.

Lane lifted his eyes to the front of the crowd. He swore his heart stopped beating at the sight of her. His first love and the woman who’d vanished from his life without so much as a word.

Time had treated her well. She was more beautiful than he remembered—her light olive complexion appeared illuminated by the morning sunlight filtering in from above through the large Craftsman-style windows. Her hazel-green eyes met his and for a brief moment he thought he saw her waver, as though she was as surprised to see him as he was to see her. Quickly recovering, she squared her shoulders and looked at her attentive audience. She’d always had the ability to captivate people.

“I’m very excited to be here and I look forward to meeting every one of you.” Lucy scanned the room, but seemed to avoid the area where he stood. “When you see me around, please say hello and introduce yourself. But be patient—there are a lot of you and I’m not always great with remembering names. Although I do recognize some of you from many years ago.”

Lane wasn’t sure which to react to—the fact that Lucy was back in town or that she’d stolen his promotion. At the very least, Nicolino could have told him privately. He of all people knew how this would affect him. The sound of everyone talking at once roared in his ears.

Lucy stepped down from the small raised area and Nicolino began speaking again. Lane couldn’t concentrate on the words. He needed fresh air.

Outside, he took a few deep breaths. Most people knew when to avoid him and this was definitely one of those times. As everyone filed out of the stables, a few glanced his way, but most steered clear. When he saw Nicolino, he quickly caught up to the man.

“What gives?” Lane demanded. The ranch hands and grooms within listening distance turned toward them.

“Not here.” Nicolino motioned to the small outdoor stable office near the main corral. Following him inside, Nicolino closed the door. “I know you’re surprised to see Lucy again.”

Lane snorted. “Well, there’s that and the fact you gave your cousin my promotion. What experience does she have?”

“Lane.” Nicolino held up his hands. “It was never your promotion. I considered you as a candidate and I decided on Lucy. I applaud your enthusiasm and continuing your education, but I have to put this business first. I’m sorry, but you don’t have the skill set it takes to be barn manager of a ranch this size. Lucy does. She has a master’s degree in equine science and will probably earn her doctorate in the near future. You can learn a lot from her, providing you put what happened between you two in the past.”

Lane’s shoulders slumped as he attempted to digest Nicolino’s words. The last he’d seen of Lucy, she’d been a party girl with absolutely no direction in life. The little she knew about horses back then had come from what he’d taught her during the summers on the ranch. He’d worked with horses all his life and had been her teacher. How could she be better suited for the job than him?

“It shouldn’t just be about education. Practical experience should carry more weight.” Lane’s jaw tightened. “You knew all along you would never promote me to barn manager, didn’t you?”

Nicolino lowered his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. “When Curly announced his retirement, I immediately thought the job would be perfect for Lucy. That’s not to say I hadn’t considered you, too. And before you say it—no, I didn’t choose Lucy because she’s family. I chose her because she’s better qualified.”

Lane’s stomach hardened. Curly had announced his retirement six weeks ago. All this time he’d thought the position had been his. “You could have told me at any point between then and now. Letting me find out in front of everyone was cruel. I know you’ve never been my biggest fan. You made that clear when I dated Lucy ten years ago and you’ve never let me forget it, but a little respect would’ve been appreciated.”

“You’re right.” Nicolino nodded. “I knew how much you wanted it and I should’ve told you. It has nothing to do with you once dating Lucy—it was strictly a business decision. That being said, I’m sure I don’t have to remind you that she’s your new boss. You’re an excellent employee and I need you here, but if working with her is going to be a problem, you may want to start looking elsewhere. Lucy’s here to stay.”

Nicolino’s words punched him in the gut. He could work for a woman. He could even work for Lucy, but he didn’t feel he should have to. Nicolino was wrong. He was qualified to manage Bridle Dance and he’d prove it.

“Understood.” Lane left the office and headed for the stables where he’d last seen Lucy. Their reunion had been a long time coming and Lane wished it were in a private setting instead of the middle of his workplace. Spotting her halfway up the spiral staircase leading to the main administrative offices, Lane called out to her.

“Lucy, do you have a minute?”

She froze at the sound of his voice, not turning to face him at first. Slowly she loosened her white-knuckled grip on the railing and made her way back down the stairs.

“Lane, I’m surprised to see you. I thought you had moved to Wyoming.”

Her Italian accent wasn’t as heavy as he remembered. Her English had improved significantly, but her voice was still velvety rich and deep, yet utterly feminine.

He had waited ten years to have this conversation, and the resentment he’d bottled up finally broke free. “I was in Wyoming. Waiting for you in the apartment that I’d rented for us. But you never came.” He could taste the bitterness in his tone. “You never answered any of my calls or emails. Then, a year later, I found out you’d gone and married someone else. So I guess you could say I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Lower your voice, please. If you want to discuss this, we will, but my employees don’t need to know my personal business.”

“Your employees.” Lane smirked. “How easily the phrase rolls off your tongue. For the record, I’m one of your employees. I’m sure there are quite a few around here who remember you, and many others probably already know we dated for four years.”

“We were teenagers back then, and what do you mean you work for me?” Lucy asked.

“I’m your second-in-command—the assistant barn manager.”

“I didn’t know.” Lucy squeezed her eyes shut and for a moment Lane wondered if she was attempting to wish him away. She opened them and came a step closer. “Things got complicated after I left.” Her voice was low. “I never meant to hurt you, but it’s in the past. I’m trusting that we can work together, because, Lane, I could really use a friend right now. Someday I’ll tell you all about it—but not today, and definitely not here. If you will please excuse me, I have paperwork to fill out upstairs. I’d like to meet with you later this afternoon to go over the barn schedules...if you have time.”

Lucy’s raw honesty startled him and Lane suspected that whatever had happened back then paled in comparison to what had happened recently. And that bothered him more than he cared to admit. “I’ll be here. Page me if you can’t find me.”

“Mamma,” a small voice called out from behind them.

“Carina!” Lucy perked up at the sight of the child, who was accompanied by Ella.

Lucy has a daughter?

“Did you come to see where I work?”

Carina nodded and quickly walked past her mother to the stalls. “Sono molto belli!”

“In English, Carina,” Lucy corrected.

“They are very beautiful.” The girl’s thick accent was reminiscent of the one Lucy had had when they first met.

“Come here, mia gattina. I want you to meet someone.” Lucy waved the girl over. “Lane, I would like to introduce you to my daughter, Carina.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Lane shook her hand. His mind raced as he attempted to determine the girl’s age. Finally, he asked, “How old are you?”

“Almost nine,” she answered.

Lane swallowed hard, quickly doing the math in his head. He blew out a breath, relieved she couldn’t possibly be his. When he looked up at Lucy, she shook her head and quickly looked away as if she’d read his mind.

“I’m going to show Carina around,” Ella interrupted. “Then we’ll head over to Aunt Kay’s house.”

Lucy gave her daughter a quick kiss goodbye. “Thank you, Ella.” A silent look of concern briefly passed between the two women.

He waited until Carina was out of earshot before he attempted to explain. “I didn’t mean to imply—”

“Yes, you did.” Lucy brushed past him. “Your poker game must really suck with tells like those. You and I are in the past. Things happened, and we’ve both moved on, so let’s not make a scene.”

Things. Lane had thought they were more than a thing back then. “No problem.” Lucy continued up the stairs as Lane watched Ella and Carina exit the stables. He felt like a damned fool. It had been bad enough finding out she’d married someone else. It was entirely different to know that while he’d been planning their future in Wyoming, Lucy had been carrying another man’s baby. All the scenarios he’d imagined as to why he’d never heard from her again had always been forgivable. This wasn’t.


Chapter Two (#ulink_d9203fa9-ac05-5e29-9a15-783b5dfe0e76)

By lunchtime Lucy couldn’t get out of work fast enough. Her first day wasn’t exactly going as planned. The safety of her car provided little shelter against the torrent of emotions rocketing through her veins. Why hadn’t Nicolino forewarned her about Lane?

When she was a teenager, she couldn’t wait for the school year to end. Summers had meant seeing Lane again. From the moment her plane landed, they’d been inseparable whenever he wasn’t working. By the end of their final summer together, he’d accepted a better job in Wyoming and they’d begun making plans to live there once Lucy had graduated from higher secondary school the following year. Their plans had been short-lived. Once Lucy arrived home in Italy, she’d discovered she was two months pregnant. Obviously she had been wrong in assuming Lane had stayed in Wyoming, but Nicolino should have mentioned it in conversation at some point.

She lowered the window in a desperate attempt to pull more air into her lungs. Tears clouded her vision at the memories of what could have been. Her fingers lightly brushed along the side of her rib cage. Underneath her shirt, inked into her skin for eternity was one word: Lane.

“I don’t have time for this.” Lucy started the ignition. Everything she did, despite Carina’s protests, was for her daughter. There wasn’t room for the past. Any efforts to push Lane to the back of her mind would probably prove futile, but for sanity’s sake, she had to try. She had less than fifteen minutes to make her appointment to register Carina for school. Ella had offered to drive, but the school was close enough to find on her own. Besides, she was desperate for some much-needed alone time, however brief.

Carina had been out of school for only a little over a week, which was good considering their transcontinental move. The Texas school year had begun a week earlier, so Carina wouldn’t be too far behind. Lucy pulled into the parking lot with seconds to spare. She was the school’s first impression of her daughter and she didn’t want to ruin it. Within an hour, she was on her way back to work. Overall, the enrollment had been painless enough because she’d emailed most of the paperwork before they’d left Italy.

The school’s biggest concern was Carina’s ability to speak English, despite Lucy’s reassurance that her daughter was fluent in Italian, French and English. Now she wondered how well her daughter would do, given the way Carina had struggled to understand the language yesterday. Lucy had gone through the same learning curve during her first summer in America. But she’d only been vacationing and no one had expected her to understand perfectly. It would be different for Carina. Lucy couldn’t sit beside her in school to make sure she grasped everything the teachers said, let alone translate the other students’ slang on the playground. The additional change from private to public school had given her daughter one more reason not to talk to her. She’d heard other parents say the teenage years were the most unpleasant. If they were any worse than this, Lucy didn’t think she’d survive. Hopefully, she could prepare herself over the next four years.

She pulled up beside Bridle Dance’s main house. Ella’s deceased uncle, Joe Langtry, had lovingly built the log mansion. Lucy had been heartbroken to hear of his passing four summers ago. He’d always gone out of his way to explain things to her, as had Lane. Lucy winced at how easily he came to mind and how much it still hurt to think about him. She needed to keep Lane out of her thoughts unless it was work related. She was his boss and anything else would be unprofessional, not that she wanted anything else to happen.

Seeing Ella in the Langtrys’ side yard, Lucy stepped from the car.

“How did it go?” Ella unlatched the gate and held it open.

“Good. I’m a little concerned about the language issue, but I’m hopeful.” She waved to Carina on the far side of the garden, but her daughter was too preoccupied with a large black poodle to even notice she was there. “How has she been?”

“Quiet.” Ella smiled. “The most I’ve heard her talk is to the horses and Barney over there—and that was in Italian.”

Lucy shrugged. “I guess there’s no harm in it as long as she speaks English to other kids and her teachers. Are you sure you don’t mind taking her clothes shopping today? I can take her after work.”

“It’s not a problem at all. My kids will take the bus home and keep themselves occupied until dinner.” Ella’s face brightened. “I’m looking forward to shopping with just one child for a change. It’ll bring back memories of when I used to take you shopping.”

Lucy appreciated Ella’s offer to take Carina for school clothes. The local kids had picked on Lucy during her first summer in town and she didn’t want her daughter to suffer the same fate. Italian fashions and Texas casual weren’t exactly the same thing. Ella—who was fifteen years older than Lucy—had given her a Southern makeover back then and was bestowing the same kindness on Carina.

Lucy removed a small envelope of cash from her bag and handed it to Ella. “It’s not much, but there should be enough in there for whatever she needs, within reason. I was thinking a few pieces to dress down what she already owns.” Lucy hated to admit it, but she was glad Ella was the one taking Carina shopping. Her daughter wasn’t as crabby with other people. “She won’t be happy about going to a discount clothing store, but a lesson in frugality will do her some good. Besides, she’s always hated wearing a school uniform, so this will give her the chance to play around and develop her own style.” Lucy checked her watch. “I’ve been gone too long. I need to get back to work.”

“Yes, you do,” Nicolino said from behind her.

Lucy spun to face him. She might have held it together inside the stables, but outside, the gloves came off. “Why didn’t you tell me Lane still worked here?”

Nicolino jammed his hands into his pockets. “If I had, would you have still taken the position?”

Lucy shook her head. The thought of Lane working there hadn’t even entered her mind when Nicolino had offered her the job. “Maybe. I would have had to really think about it.”

“Well, there you have it.” Nicolino tilted his hat back, a bit too self-assured for Lucy’s liking. “Under the circumstances, moving here was the best thing for you and Carina. I didn’t want to risk you turning me down based on an old relationship.”

“You know it was more than that.” Lucy didn’t want to remember how ashamed her parents had been of her when they’d learned she was pregnant with Lane’s baby. “Enlighten me on one thing. Lane said he waited for me in Wyoming for a year before he found out I’d gotten married. But I married Antonio before Lane even left for Wyoming, and I asked you to tell him we were over.”

“It wasn’t my place to explain it to him, and since he was leaving, I didn’t see the harm in keeping quiet. Never mind the fact that I wasn’t too pleased he knocked up my baby cousin. Besides, Lane’s persistent. He wouldn’t have just accepted that you two were over. He would have had questions—questions I wasn’t prepared to answer because you and your parents explicitly told me not to say a word. I didn’t see any other way to handle it.” Nicolino gently squeezed her shoulders. “Don’t worry. I had a talk with Lane earlier and he knows the deal.”

“The deal.” Lucy sighed. While she welcomed Nicolino’s help, she didn’t want to be coddled, either. “Just what is this deal? I got the distinct impression that Lane still holds a grudge.”

Nicolino slapped his thigh. “Dammit, I thought he and I had an understanding.”

“Don’t you dare pass this off on Lane,” Ella hissed. “I told you to tell them both before Lucy arrived. You chose not to. Now look at the mess you’ve already made. I knew I should’ve told them both myself.”

Lucy stepped between the two of them. “Would one of you please explain what’s going on?”

Nicolino kicked at the dirt. “Lane thought the barn manager position was his.”

“He what?” Lucy covered her mouth for fear of what might come out of it. No wonder he was angry. “When did he find out the job wasn’t his?” she asked from behind her fingers.

“When I made the announcement this morning.” Nicolino held up his hands. “And before you both rip into me, Lane did a fine enough job of that already. I was wrong. I admit it. I should’ve told him as soon as I offered you the—”

“Dio mio.” Lucy looked heavenward. “You only hired me to get us here.” Nicolino turned his back to them. “I’m right, aren’t I?” Lucy grabbed his arm and forced him to face her. “Lane told me he’s my second-in-command. He earned the promotion, didn’t he? I’ve wondered why you offered me the job, since I don’t have any experience outside of the horses Antonio owned. I thought this was a sign from above, but it was you playing God.”

“You’re better off here than over there,” Nicolino argued. “And you’re wrong. You are qualified. You should be proud of your education.”

“I am proud. Proud enough to know you hired me because I’m your cousin.” Lucy wasn’t sure what to do. It was her first day and her employees already had good reason to hate her. “You could have asked us to come, anyway. I would have found something else. You do realize you’ve pitted me against my ex-boyfriend, right? If I were smart, I should demand you give the job to Lane and work under him until I found something else.”

“No, you won’t,” Nicolino retorted. “Lane is very good, but he doesn’t have the education or the experience with the employees. I’ve been to your estate and I’ve attended your black-tie affairs. You’ve managed a large staff. You also have a presence and a way with people. Lane’s rough around the edges, where you’re much more refined. We need someone to stay on top of the latest equine advancements and work closely with our vets and clients. Lane doesn’t have that polish.”

“The staff I had hardly compares to the size of this ranch.” Lucy rubbed her forehead in a vain bid to thwart the pounding in her skull. “Relax, I’m not going anywhere. I need this job too much to walk away from it.”

The pressure had increased exponentially now that she knew she’d stolen a job from a man she once loved. A man against whom she had repeatedly measured her husband. Oh, she had loved Antonio, but she’d never been in love with him. The feeling had been mutual. He’d taken good care of her, but they’d never found the romance they’d both craved.

Lucy had been distraught when she’d discovered she was carrying Lane’s baby. He’d been resolute about not having kids and had always made certain they used protection. When the experts said no birth control was 100 percent effective, they weren’t kidding. Uncertain of what she should do next, Lucy had turned to her older sister for advice, who then immediately betrayed her confidence and told their parents. They had insisted she marry immediately. Lucy being unwed and pregnant with a Texas ranchhand’s child would have tarnished the family’s name in their small village—something her parents refused to allow.

Antonio—a longtime family friend and ten years her senior—had agreed to be her husband. The decision to marry Antonio and not tell Lane she was pregnant had been heart wrenching. She’d known Lane wasn’t ready to take on the responsibility of a child, especially when he was beginning a new job in Wyoming—never mind how disgraced her parents would have been if the truth surrounding her baby’s paternity had gotten out. Eighteen and scared, Lucy had felt the need to secure her baby’s future and married Antonio in a civil ceremony a week later. Only Antonio and Lucy’s family knew who her child’s father really was.

“I’m going back to work.” There was no point continuing the argument when she had no intention of quitting. They’d have to find a way to get along, despite the past. “I’ll pick Carina up from your house later.”

“You’re welcome to join us for dinner. That is, if you can stand being around my husband after what he’s done.” Ella glowered at Nicolino.

Lucy laughed. She wanted to stay mad at her cousin, but she knew he’d kept Lane a secret only in order to protect her. Lane probably wouldn’t have been very understanding and she couldn’t blame him.

“I think we’ll pass.” Lucy was still digesting the rich Southern food from the previous night’s dinner. “I have a lot to discuss with Carina before she starts school tomorrow. I’m still debating whether I should drive her or allow her to take the bus.”

“Let me know either way,” Ella said. “She won’t be alone if she takes the bus. Lord knows she’ll have enough cousins there with her.”

Regardless of how Lucy felt about Nicolino’s little deception, Ramblewood was the best place for Carina. She’d always been close to her cousins on Antonio’s side, but after the divorce, they’d kept their distance. Lucy could adjust to almost anything; Carina was much more sensitive and didn’t accept change well. Even though her daughter appeared tough on the outside, her silence was louder than any scream.

Lucy climbed back into her car and pulled around to the ranch’s parking lot. A knot formed in her stomach at the thought of facing Lane again. She mentally prepared herself as she trudged down the path to the stables. The mid-September air seemed heavier than it had a few minutes ago at the main house. The scrape of a shovel against the cement floor greeted her as the sweet scent of hay tickled her nose. Out of everything she’d lost in Italy, Lucy missed their horses the most. She made her way down the exposed-timber hallway as snorts sounded from behind the full-height mahogany stall doors.

The building branched off in four directions from the main hub where Nicolino had introduced her to everyone earlier. She flattened herself against the wall as a groom led two horses past. She knew where the main offices were, but after that she was clueless. She reached into her bag and withdrew a notebook. The first order of business was to sketch a map. Helpless was twice as profane as any four-letter curse word and she refused to ever feel that way again. She started with what she knew and drew a big X in the center of the page.

“Looking for buried treasure?” Lane said, peering over her shoulder.

Lucy’s hand flew to her chest. “You startled me.” She looked up at him. His straw Stetson partially shaded his soul-searching deep brown eyes as they met hers. Subtle lines had creased his features over the years. A day’s worth of stubble shadowed his upper lip and jawline. While he appeared harder than she remembered, his expression had softened since earlier that day. And he was close. So close his breath kissed her cheek. “I—I feel like I need to leave a popcorn trail around here.” She shifted, creating more of a distance between them. “I can’t believe how much has changed.”

“It’s been a while.” Lane sighed loudly and started down one of the corridors. “Come on, let’s make a map.”

“Uh...are you sure?” Lucy needed someone to show her around, but she had no doubt there were many other people who could handle the task. Anyone besides Lane would do. “I don’t want to keep you from anything.”

“You’re keeping me from my promotion.” Lane halted midstep and turned to face her. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. I’m still trying to accept losing the job I thought I had on top of my ex-girlfriend’s sudden reappearance. You have to admit it’s a potent combination.” For a moment, Lucy thought he was about to take her hand in his. He didn’t, and she wasn’t sure why that made her a touch sad. It certainly would have been inappropriate if he had. “I’d love to say it’s not personal,” he continued, “but we both know a part of it is. I hate this, but there’s more to it. And I’m not sure if it’s me finally getting some closure or if it’s because I’m happy to see you again.”

Lucy steadied herself with a few deep breaths. This can’t be happening. I can’t still have feelings for Lane.

The guilt she carried after losing their baby four months into the pregnancy had never faded. Their son never took his first breath or said his first words. She never had the chance to hold him in her arms or even kiss him goodbye. She’d named him Lane, much to her family’s dismay, but Antonio had understood and supported her decision. She’d lost both Lanes and her heart wasn’t strong enough to let one back in without the other.

* * *

GIVING LUCY A tour was the absolute last thing Lane wanted to do, but he wasn’t going to walk away from his job just yet. The physical closeness to Lucy was almost unbearable. The honey scent of her long mahogany hair was intoxicating and distracting at the same time. He wondered if her skin still felt as silky as it once had beneath his rough palms. Thoughts he shouldn’t think churned in his mind. The woman had been back in his life for a few hours and already she’d gotten to him.

“Tell me about the ranch you worked on in Italy.” Considering Nicolino had introduced Lucy using her maiden name, he wanted to ask about her husband, but he resolved to keep it professional. “What horses did you breed?”

“I—I didn’t.” Her voice was barely audible. “I went to school and managed the horses on our estate.”

Lane froze at the entrance to the grain room. “Estate?” He hadn’t expected that answer. “How many horses did you have?”

“Twenty.” Lucy reached past him and opened the door, leaving him standing in the hallway.

Lane forced himself to follow her inside despite his shock at her response. “You do realize this is the state’s largest paint and cutting horse ranch, right?”

Lucy cleared her throat. “Yes, Lane. I’m well aware of its size. Thank you for reminding me, though.”

How could Nicolino hire someone with zero hands-on experience? If that wasn’t a kick in the teeth. No—she wouldn’t last. He’d give her a week before she realized how unprepared she was. He’d help Lucy, but no way would he train her. It took years of apprenticeship to learn the job and he wasn’t about to mentor his boss. Lane doubted it would ever come to that. If Lucy didn’t realize she was underqualified, then the Langtrys ultimately would. They prided themselves on the quality of Bridle Dance stock, and inexperience meant safety concerns. Lane might take issue with Nicolino, but allowing the company to suffer was not an option. Until he could prove Lucy unsuitable, he’d have to ensure she did nothing to harm the operation, the horses or herself. He didn’t relish having to babysit his ex-girlfriend.

Lane continued to show Lucy around each wing of the Bridle Dance stables and introduced her to the majority of the people on the day staff. The state-of-the-art breeding lab fascinated Lucy the most and her knowledge of the process surprised him. There had been a breeding program in place when she’d last visited Ramblewood, but it had grown significantly since then. Maybe a nudge or two in that direction would tempt her to explore other options. He’d prefer her off the ranch entirely, but that wasn’t his choice to make. Seeing her in any other position would be more tolerable than in the one he’d earned.

“Here’s our home base.” Lane opened the door to a small room located on the main stable floor near the entrance. One thing he hadn’t factored in was that they’d be sharing an office. Not that they’d have the opportunity to spend much time in it together. The majority of their day would be spent either in the stables or outside. Being next to her inside the cramped space just about short-circuited his brain. He noticed beads of sweat forming above her lip and he wondered if she was nervous about being alone with him or if she was hot from the relentless September heat. He didn’t dare ask.

Even though he hated that Lucy had the job he wanted, he couldn’t blame her for getting an education. He was the same age, and she was a reminder that he should be further along in his career. He’d been on his own since his eighteenth birthday. Lucy had been a year older when she’d had Carina. He gave her credit for raising a child while going to college.

Lane sat at the desk across from hers. He cleared his throat. “It’s rare that we’ll have a chance to sit down like this during most days. Is there anything you want to ask that I haven’t already covered? I’m all yours.” He wanted to take back the words the moment he’d said them. Flirting with Lucy was not an option, not that he was attempting to flirt with her. He would not ride down that trail again, especially now that he knew the extent of her betrayal.

Lucy flipped open her notebook and removed a sheet of paper printed on both sides, resembling a scan from a classroom workbook rather than something she’d typed. Couldn’t she have come up with her own questions to ask? “How often does the farrier come in?”

“He never leaves. Well, we allow him to go home at night. We have an on-site farrier named Jorge—he works exclusively for Bridle Dance. He’s responsible for all shoeing and hoof trimming.”

“Who manages that schedule?” Lucy continued to take notes without bothering to look at him. He should have been relieved, but he found it almost dismissive. Okay, so their time together had ended a decade ago; it was still history—a lot of history. He wasn’t a stranger, yet she was treating him like one.

It was a battle to concentrate on her questions and not ask any of his own. “You do.” Lane stood and pulled a binder from the shelf. The movement caused her to glance up at him. When their gazes met, he instantly regretted wishing for eye contact moments ago. Unprepared for the disruption to his thought process, his mind struggled for words. “It’s impossible...” Lane cleared his throat again. “It’s impossible for you to check every horse on the ranch yourself. We have a schedule depending on the horse’s age, what stage of training it’s in, its activity level and so on. We handle the yearlings more frequently, so they’ll get accustomed to the process. This allows us to see if they require any corrective shoeing. Jorge will email you a daily log sheet and you’ll need to print, review and file it in here every day.”

Lane felt as though he were talking at warp speed. After he’d explained employee schedules, payroll procedures and supply ordering and had answered every question she had asked, the afternoon was almost over. It was too much time together—too much closeness. He was wrong before. The past needed to stay in the past. Too many of the times they’d shared together thrashed wildly in his brain like a bull trying to buck its rider. Lane stood and reached for the doorknob, wondering why he’d ever closed the door in the first place. “There’s also a checklist we run through at the end of the day and give to Brad—the night manager—when he comes in, which should be shortly. He’ll repeat the same process in the morning with you. We’ll cover that tomorrow.”

Lucy’s fingers lightly brushed against his arm as she tried to stop him before he opened the door. The singe of heat he felt from the brief contact lasted only a second before she apologetically stepped back. “I know I told you earlier that this wasn’t the place to discuss what happened, but I need you to know that I’m sorry for the way things ended. I didn’t know you waited for me in Wyoming. I thought Nicolino had told you and that’s my fault. You deserved a personal explanation from me. I also found out you wanted this job. If I had known, I never would have accepted the position. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to walk away from it, either.”

“This morning was a complete surprise.” Lane folded his arms. “Nicolino claims you’re more qualified than me. While that remains to be seen, I’ll admit that I’m surprised at the career path you chose, considering the way you used to party when we were kids. I always knew you were smart. I just never knew you had the commitment to stay with something.” Lane cringed at his own words. “That didn’t come out exactly how I meant it. Let’s just say...you were much more free-spirited back then. Your dedication and commitment to your education is commendable, along with raising a beautiful daughter. It couldn’t have been easy.”

“Thank you. It wasn’t exactly part of my grand plan, but I can’t imagine life without Carina.” Lucy dropped her gaze, shifting from one foot to the other. “The circumstances surrounding my marriage to Antonio were far from ideal. The love we shared for our daughter kept us together, especially after we almost lost her. Carina was born three months premature. Her chances for survival were almost nonexistent. I can’t even begin to tell you what that was like. I wouldn’t wish that pain on my worst enemy.”

“I had no idea you even had a child until yesterday.” A part of him wasn’t sure he was ready to hear about the child she’d had with some other man; another part wanted to know everything about her life since he’d last seen her. “What happened?”

Lucy’s eyes shone with wetness. “The majority of my pregnancy was spent bedridden. When I went into labor, they didn’t think either one of us would survive. I refused to give up on her. Watching your child lie there helpless inside an incubator, connected to tubes and wires while a machine breathes for her, is beyond words. I knew every beep, every hum from the equipment in the room. Carina’s a fighter.” She met his eyes once again. “I’m sorry if the news of my marriage hurt you. It wasn’t all wine and roses, but it wasn’t terrible, either. Antonio loved Carina. He...”

Lane straightened his spine, still trying to wrap his head around what she had told him and what she had purposely left out. “He what? What happened to Antonio?”

Lucy sighed. “Antonio died of a brain aneurysm four months ago.”

Lane had wondered if Carina’s father was still involved in her life. Death had been the furthest possibility from his mind. He understood the anguish her daughter probably felt, having lost his own father as a child. “That must’ve been incredibly difficult for you both.”

“We’d been divorced for almost a year when it happened, but we had remained very close. Antonio was my best friend. But there were things I didn’t know. Like how much debt he had. We lived well—too well. After he died, I discovered some of his business affairs were not—how do I say it in English?—legitimate. All of his assets were seized and we were left with nothing. We didn’t even have my family’s support after he died. If you thought they were strict when I was growing up, that was nothing compared to what happened after Antonio and I divorced. They disowned us. Try explaining that to a kid.” Lucy’s nervous laughter reminded him of the summer they’d met, when she’d opened up about her parents’ harsh criticism. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and comfort her as he’d once done. “My divorce and his business improprieties disgraced the Travisonno family name. No one else will communicate with us except Nicolino and Ella. And that’s why we’re here. I never meant to create problems for you.”

Lucy’s declaration made him feel guilty for being angry at her at first. He didn’t want to be mad and he definitely didn’t want to hate her. He wished they could go back and do things over, but that was wishful thinking and Lane didn’t have a wishful bone in his body.

“At least I’m not the only one Nicolino kept in the dark.” Lane attempted a laugh but his heart wasn’t in it after everything Lucy had told him. “I’m willing to put the past behind us, not that it’s going to be easy. I’ll try my best, though. What do you say we start over?” Lane extended his hand as a peace offering.

Lucy nodded. Her face brightened again, sending a twinge of anticipation through his chest. The instant they touched, their fingers entwined, and not in your typical handshake. So much for starting over. The feel of her skin against his was better than in his memories. The heat from her palm seared into his. He knew she felt it, too, when she tightened her grip. He wanted to pull her into his arms, to kiss her the way he used to, but he couldn’t. Lane closed his eyes. He couldn’t do this with her—not now, not ever again.

“I’m sorry.” Releasing her, he flung open the door and strode into the safety of the corridor. “There’s always someone here, 24/7, and as barn manager, you are on call, too. Which reminds me, I need your phone number.”

“I don’t have one yet.” She spoke so quietly he barely heard her.

“We can rectify that right now. Follow me and we’ll get you set up with a company phone. Then that will be it for the day.”

Lane led the way up the stairs to the administrative offices, praying the torrent of emotions running through him wouldn’t get the best of him. He needed to remain professional and carefully plan his next move. He was torn between proving his worth to Nicolino and looking for another position. Lucy’s earlier questions and wide-eyed gaze at some of his answers reconfirmed she was unqualified for the practical aspects of the job.

Lucy clearly needed the money more than he did, but Lane was doubtful she’d be able to handle the workload. Book smarts weren’t everything. If he left and she failed, the position he’d worked so hard for would go to someone else. If he stayed around, then he’d have a chance at righting a wrong. But his attraction to Lucy was already proving too great for him to maintain a working relationship without losing his heart in the process. He wasn’t ready to walk away from either one...at least not yet.


Chapter Three (#ulink_ba4d3209-9ee5-5b3f-a5b7-d5819f3c7dfd)

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” Lucy asked.

Carina rolled her eyes. “Mamma, the other kids are already going to talk about me. Let me walk into school on my own. I’m a big girl. I’ll handle it.”

That had become Carina’s motto lately. A soon-to-be nine-year-old shouldn’t have to handle things. She should be outside playing and spending time with friends. Not starting over in a new country because her parents had failed to provide for her on their own. At least it was Friday and they’d both have the weekend to allow the past few days to sink in.

“Okay I’ll drop you off at Ella and Nicolino’s and you can walk to the bus with your cousins.” Lucy didn’t know which of them was more nervous about Carina’s first day of school. “I’m not letting you walk from here. The ranch is too big and you don’t know your way around.”

Carina shrugged and waited for her by the front door. Why was she finding it so difficult to send her child off to school? She should have been excited for all the new adventures she was about to have. Since the day Carina was born, Lucy had hated relinquishing her daughter’s care to somebody else. She knew all the facts and read all the books about change being necessary for a child’s growth and development. It didn’t make things any easier, though. Once you see your child fight to live, you never want to let them go.

“Try to have fun today and call if you need me. I put my new number in your backpack and I’ll pick you up a cell phone by the end of the day. Ti amo, mia gattina.”

“I love you, too, Mamma,” she replied, surprisingly in English.

Lucy dropped Carina off with her cousins and continued down the ranch road to work. It felt good to have a job and be able to earn her own money. Antonio had always given her a generous allowance, but she’d never felt as if anything had truly been hers.

Lucy wondered how long it would take before she stopped thinking about Antonio every five minutes. She laughed inwardly. She remembered asking herself the same question about Lane years ago. The problem was he had never been far from her mind. She didn’t think a day had gone by that she hadn’t thought of him and wondered what he was doing. She’d envisioned him married and still living in Wyoming. Clearly she’d been wrong about Wyoming, but what about the married part? She’d been so wrapped up in her own world that she hadn’t thought to ask him about his family or his life over the past ten years.

“I can do this. I need to do this.” The mantra had given her strength on the darkest of days, reminding Lucy that she had the power to rebuild their lives. She braced for another day with Lane as she stepped out of the car. It had pained her to lie to him yesterday. But he didn’t need to know about her first pregnancy. Nothing would change the fact that she’d lost their baby. Partying in Texas combined with the inordinate amount of stress she’d been under from her family and the whirlwind marriage to Antonio had proved too much for their baby.

She’d been devastated by her miscarriage. After she’d heard her baby’s heartbeat for the first time, she couldn’t imagine loving anyone more. She had wanted that back. Antonio had remained by her side and cared for her through the entire ordeal, promising her another child when she was ready. Six months later, she was pregnant again. Carina was the greatest gift Antonio had ever given her.

Lucy took a deep breath and entered the stables. After meeting briefly with the night barn manager, she attempted to track down her employees. It was a daunting task since she didn’t know where anyone was. She hadn’t seen Lane or Nicolino and wasn’t sure where she was supposed to begin the day.

Waiting inside her office, Lucy tried to familiarize herself with the numerous charts, log sheets and binders that filled every inch of space in the room. Morning meetings would be the first thing she implemented into their daily routine. It baffled her how they’d ever survived without them. It was basic employee management.

If Lucy had checked her phone once, she’d checked it a hundred times by ten o’clock. No call from her daughter was a good sign. She knew none of the changes over the past year, especially the move, had been easy for Carina. For her own sanity, Lucy phoned the school. She began to relax when they reassured her that Carina was fine and in class. As she hung up, she noticed Lane standing in the doorway of their office, concern etched upon his face.

“Is everything all right?”

“Yes.” Lucy smiled so big she thought her lips might split. “My daughter is in class and she’s doing wonderfully. Thank you for asking. Do you have any children?” Lucy wanted to ask him if he’d ever married but feared it would be too forward. She held her breath waiting for him to answer, praying he’d say no. If he’d never had kids, then her reasons for keeping her secret all these years might prove valid—perhaps he’d never been ready.

Lane’s eyes grew large at the question. “Ah...no.” He laughed. “No kids, no wife. Just a few surly bunkmates. I live on the ranch, too. Bunkhouse A.”

The elation that grew at Lane’s response confused her. She wouldn’t let herself care one way or the other about that little fact. Lane was her employee. “How is your mom?”

“Still here, God bless her.” Lane removed his hat. “She’s a little older, but aren’t we all?”

Why did he do that? The sight of his thick dark hair made her fingers itch with the desire to run through it. “Glad to hear it.” Lucy refocused on her notebook. “Listen, I’d like to organize a daily meeting with everyone beginning tomorrow. Something brief so we can run down what’s planned for the day. The earlier, the better.”

“Um...okay. That might cut into some people’s schedules, though. Everyone arrives at different times. Plus, the schedules rotate weekly.” Lane pulled a binder from the bookcase and opened it on the desk. Lucy fought to ignore the way his arm brushed hers as he pointed to the first page. “We briefly touched on this yesterday. The current one is always on top. It’s just a printout from our stable-management software. Curly found using a printout faster than logging on to the computer every time he needed to see who was working where.” Lane rapidly turned the pages, creating a slight vibration against her skin. “If you look through the previous months, you’ll notice a pattern in the rotation.”

Lucy tried to make sense of the pages Lane flipped through, but his closeness made it difficult to concentrate. She flattened her palms on top of the binder, causing him to retreat. Thank you. “I’m capable of reading a schedule. How am I supposed to know what’s going on around here without a daily meeting?”

Lane propped an elbow on the filing cabinet and rubbed the side of his jaw. “Lucy, this is a quarter-of-a-million-acre ranch. We have employees coming in at daybreak who have very specific feeding times to adhere to. You can’t ask them to stop what they’re doing to attend a meeting. It’ll set off a chain reaction that will affect the meds, turnout and muck schedules. This is a huge operation and we’ve painstakingly planned it to maintain balance. I understand your reasoning, but not everyone works in or near the stables. You have employees out in the pastures, too. Everyone has a two-way radio.” Lane crossed the tiny office in three strides. He unplugged one of the radios and handed it to her. “You can get in touch with the people who aren’t in your immediate vicinity on here. Try not to tie up the frequency band with long conversations, though. Call them on the phone or take a utility vehicle out to wherever they are instead. If you want to see who’s clocked in or out, you can pull it up on the computer.”

Lucy ground her teeth together. She pulled her hair back at her nape and loosely knotted it while she attempted to formulate a response. This was exactly what she’d meant when she’d told Nicolino she didn’t have the practical experience for the job. Someone who’d apprenticed for years under a barn manager would know these things.

A sting of heat rose to her cheeks. “I will take your suggestions under advisement. Thank you.” She wished he’d leave so she could review the schedules without him watching her every move.

Lane lowered himself onto the chair next to her and set his hat upside down on the corner of the desk. “I’m going to offer you a little unsolicited advice. Instead of focusing on what you feel needs to change, concentrate on what you don’t know.”

“Such as?” Lucy wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer, but she was certain being alone with him in the small room was making it increasingly difficult to breathe.

“When was the last time you rode with a Western saddle? Better yet, when was the last time you saddled a Western horse?”

Lucy tapped a pen against her notebook. “The last time I was here.”

“Then that’s where you need to begin. There will be days when you’ll need to saddle a horse and get out there with the rest of us. I’ll pair you up with one of the grooms and they’ll walk you through the entire process of saddling a cutting horse and get you accustomed to riding Western again. You should shadow some of the trainers and ride a few of the cutting horses. You need to understand what we do and how we do it in order to run this facility.”

These were all things she’d thought about last night. She just hadn’t wanted to hear them from the man she knew still wanted her job. “Thanks, but these things are already on my list.”

“Okay, then.” Lane rose, grabbed his hat and strode to the office door. “I’ll leave you to it, boss.”

Boss? Great—attitude. She hadn’t expected anything less, and if she were honest with herself, he gave as good as she did.

After fumbling her way through the majority of the day, Lucy ran into town to pick up a phone for Carina. She couldn’t wait to get home to hear how her day had gone.

Shortly after Lucy arrived at the cottage, Ella stopped by to drop off Carina. When Lucy opened the front door, Carina made a beeline inside without a word. Lucy thanked Ella for bringing her daughter home, then said goodbye and closed the door, trailing after Carina. She yelped, practically tripping over a backpack on the floor. Usually her daughter wasn’t so careless. Seeing Carina’s bedroom door closed, she knocked—no answer. She tried the knob—locked. Typical Carina. Lock the door, pop in the earbuds and crank up the iPod. It used to infuriate Antonio. Luckily, their cottage was on one level. Lucy walked around the side of the house and found Carina’s bedroom window open. She climbed inside, scaring her daughter half to death.

“That’ll teach you.” Lucy grinned and gently tugged on Carina’s earbuds.

“What do you want?” Carina snarled in Italian.

What happened to the sweet little girl with the cheery disposition I raised? “How was school?”

“I hate it.” Carina pouted.

“Did you give it a chance?” Lucy sat on the edge of the twin-size bed. Her daughter had had a king-size one in their villa.

“Yes,” Carina huffed. “They talk fast and I don’t know what my homework is.”

“Did you ask your teacher to write it down for you?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I didn’t want to look stupid.”

“I’ll call the school on Monday and ask the teacher to write out your assignments.” Lucy stopped Carina from putting her earbuds back in. “You can’t give up. It’s not easy for me, either.”

“Fine.”

Lucy stood, knowing she was about to be tuned out once again. “What would you like for dinner?”

“Nothing.”

One-word answers. Lovely. “Okay, I’ll leave you alone, but keep the door unlocked or I’ll take it off the hinges. Oh, before I forget.” Lucy fished the new cell phone from her pocket and handed it to Carina. “For you.”

“Great, now I have a phone and no one to call.”

Lucy threw her hands in the air and left the room. Skipping dinner, she sank into one of the white rocking chairs on the front porch. A refreshing breeze ruffled the collar of her Bridle Dance polo shirt. A lush green palette of the Texas Hill Country danced before her as the sun began to cast evening shadows against the house. The view was still gorgeous. She had seen her first American sunset with Lane. They’d been barely fourteen that first summer. He had placed his hat on her head, kissed her cheek and called her his Italian cowgirl. What she wouldn’t give to relive that moment again. There used to be so much hope in the unknown, before life became scary and real. She missed those days... More important, she missed those days with Lane.

* * *

LANE POPPED THE top off a longneck and sat on the wooden front steps of the bunkhouse. The setting sun reminded him of Lucy. It always had.

“Do you want a burger?” Rusty asked from behind the grill.

He eased his body up, grabbed a plate and heaped a spoonful of the older man’s famous mac and cheese onto it. He fixed his burger and joined the rest of his bunkmates at the picnic table.

“How’s the boss lady working out?” one of them asked. “Didn’t you used to date her? It’s gotta suck working for your ex-girlfriend.”

Lane groaned, opting to take a bite of his burger instead of answering.

“Hey, kid,” Rusty began. “Far be it from me to stick my nose in your business, but are you sure that kid ain’t yours?”

Lane shot him a death glare. “You’re right. It’s none of your business, but I’ll set the record straight before that rumor spreads and Carina or one of her cousins catches wind of it. Lucy and I have already had that conversation. She isn’t mine. She’s not even the right age.”

While it hurt to know Lucy had gone home to Italy and had another man’s child while he’d been planning a future with her, a part of him had been equally relieved Carina wasn’t his daughter. He hadn’t been ready for kids back then. He wasn’t sure if he was ready now, but he’d given the idea more thought lately. Despite Nicolino’s never giving him enough credit, he envied the man’s relationship with Ella. Their lives were crazy and loud with five kids, but even as disorganized and frazzled as they sometimes were, they were happy.

“I think you should ask her out,” Rusty said between bites. “You’re far from strangers, and Lord knows, you’ve been pining over her ever since she left.”

“Since when did you become a matchmaker?” a ranch hand asked.

“I’ve done more livin’ than all of you combined. That entitles me to give advice.”

Lane laughed. “You noticed he said advice, not good advice.”

“Where’s the kid’s father?”

“He died four months ago, and the kid’s name is Carina.” Lucy had bombarded him with questions all day. He didn’t want to answer more, especially any that pertained to her. “Do me a favor and let it drop.”

They finished their meal talking about trucks and the new female bull-riding instructor at the rodeo school adjacent to the stables. It was nice seeing other men make fools of themselves over women so it wasn’t just him.

“The way I see it, you and Lucy are doing the Texas two-step.” A collective round of groans accompanied an onslaught of wadded-up napkins aimed at Rusty.

“You might as well hear him out and then maybe he’ll shut up,” a ranch hand said.

Lane set his beer on the table and faced Rusty. “Okay, this is your one shot. Lay it on me.”

“All I’m sayin’ is, you best be damn sure you don’t want a second chance with her, because she’s an attractive woman and this place is filled with cowboys who’d ride through fire for a chance to whirl her around the dance floor.”

He hadn’t thought of that. He looked around the table at his bunkmates. “I swear, if any of you ask her out, I’ll—”

“Relax.” Rusty smacked Lane on the shoulder. “She couldn’t handle a man like me.”

Everyone laughed. Lane didn’t think he had to worry about a 75-year-old ranch hand going after Lucy. Rusty had a point, though. Lane had no claim to Lucy and she was free to date whomever she wanted. So why did the thought of it gnaw at the pit of his stomach?

Lane checked his pockets for his keys and wallet and excused himself from the table. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

He started his truck with no real direction in mind but somehow found himself pulling in front of Lucy’s cottage fifteen minutes later. He hadn’t noticed her watching him from the porch while he gathered up his nerve to talk to her. Wonderful. Now he had some explaining to do.

He climbed out of his truck and silently joined her on the front porch, watching the sun make its final descent beyond the horizon.

“I was just sitting here thinking about you.” Her admission offered him a little more confidence.

“What a coincidence,” Lane said. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

Lucy faced him, her head still resting against the rocking chair. “I was remembering the first sunset I saw in this country.”

“That was with me, wasn’t it?”

Lucy nodded, a slow, easy smile forming as she closed her eyes. “My first night in Texas. I was in Ramblewood Park eating ice cream and you sat beside me on the bleachers.”

“I can still remember how nervous I was to talk to you.” He watched her smile broaden as her eyes opened lazily. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her—slowly, as though they had all the time in the world to experience each other all over again.

“You and I had a good thing once.” She turned back to the horizon. As soon as she’d broken eye contact, he ached for it again.

It was every man’s fantasy to hear his first love admit she still thought of him, but Lane wasn’t prepared for the pain of actually hearing the words. “We were kids. Neither one of us knew what we were doing or where we were going. I won’t deny what I felt for you was real, because it was, but as much as I’d love to go back in time, we’re not those people anymore.”

“I’d like to think we’re better,” she said.

“I’ll give you that.” He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. The instant he touched her, Lane knew he shouldn’t have come. He needed to get in his truck and leave her and the past alone before his heart paid the price again.

“And stronger,” Lucy said as she withdrew from him, resting her hands on her lap.

“Don’t forget wiser. Although that might be debatable on my part right about now.” Lane laughed at the irony of his own words. He attempted to will himself off the porch and back to the bunkhouse without success. This was a mistake.

“What am I doing wrong?” Lucy asked while gazing out into the fields before them.

Lane wondered if it was a rhetorical question or if he should answer. “In regards to what?”

“Everything. My daughter misses her father and hates me because I moved us to America. My new job’s a bit overwhelming and I have feelings for you that I’ve never been able to get rid of.”

Lane blew out a breath. “I see you haven’t lost your brutal honesty. Do you really want me to answer your question?”

“Go for it.” Lucy’s eyes connected with his and for a moment, he envisioned kissing her.

Lane turned his rocking chair toward her. “For starters, I think all kids hate their parents.” He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, allowing its silkiness to slide through his fingers before retreating. “You could move her to the other side of the world or make the wrong thing for breakfast and probably get the same reaction. We did it. Our parents did it. It’s human nature. Carina’s had a lot more to deal with than most kids her age. Please don’t get mad at me for asking, but have you considered a child psychologist to give her someone neutral to talk to?”

“I tried that in Italy but all she did was sit in the chair and stare at the wall. She refused to talk. When Carina shuts you out, you’re shut out. I haven’t found a way to get through to her yet. I hear her talk to the animals all the time, but I’m sure that’s because she can say what she wants to them and they won’t repeat it.”

“Talking to animals sounds like normal childhood behavior to me. Lord knows I did it.” Lane welcomed her willingness to confide in him about Carina, but he couldn’t help wondering why she wasn’t talking to Ella instead of him. “Learning your new job will take some time. You’re not going to want to hear it, but this is exactly why people apprentice for this position.”

Lucy sighed and shook her head.

“Hey, you asked.” He might want Lucy to give up her job, but not if it meant her giving up on herself. “Look at how long I’ve been doing this—and according to your cousin, I’m still not ready. It’s not going to be easy. I’m not saying you can’t do it—I’m just saying you need to focus on one particular task at a time. I don’t know what they taught you in school, but, honey, this job takes years to learn and decades to master. You can’t squeeze it into a couple of training sessions.”





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