A Cowboy Comes Home (13 page)

“Hmm?”

“Can you check my briefcase back there? I want to make sure I brought all five copies of the information package.”

Mandy reached for the briefcase where it was sitting on the SUV floor, pulling it by the handle to lay it flat on the seat beside her. She snapped the clasps and pulled it open.

“The green books?” she asked, thumbing her way through the rather professional-looking coil-bound, plastic-covered volumes.”

“Those are the ones.”

Mandy counted through the stack to five. “They’re all here.”

“Thanks,” Abby sang. Then she turned her attention to Seth. “I’ve got us all at the Sunburst. You’re sharing with Travis, and I’m with Mandy. I put Caleb on his own. I figured, you know, the big, bad, Chicago executive might not be used to sharing a bathroom.”

Seth laughed, but Mandy couldn’t help remembering that Caleb had shared a bathroom with her at the Rose Inn. He’d seemed perfectly fine with that. Then again, they’d been trapped in a storm. It could be considered an emergency situation. But he’d worked like a dog for the next three days. And he hadn’t complained in the slightest about the accommodation, the food or the hard work. He didn’t strike her as somebody who required creature comforts.

She opened her mouth to defend him, but then changed her mind. She really shouldn’t be thinking so much about Caleb. She should be thinking about Reed, and how to find him, and how soon she could reasonably touch base with Enrico Rossi and check the status of his investigation. Or maybe she could call Danielle directly. Perhaps she’d heard something from Enrico.

Seth pulled into the parking lot at the side of the Sunburst Hotel. Travis’s pickup truck was already parked, and he and Caleb were getting out. Mandy watched Caleb’s rolling, economical movements as he pulled a small duffel bag from the box of the pickup truck. His gaze zeroed in on the SUV, finding hers as he strode across the parking lot toward them.

She quickly looked away and concentrated on climbing out the back door. He swung open the back hatch and began loading his arms with their luggage. Travis followed suit. Seth grabbed the last bag, and beeped the SUV lock button. Mandy was left with nothing but her shoulder bag to carry into the lobby.

Caleb fell into step beside her.

“How’re you doing?” he rumbled.

“Just fine,” she told him primly, concentrating her focus on the short set of concrete steps that led into the glass entrance.

A set of double glass doors slid silently open in front of them, welcoming them into the gleaming high-ceilinged, marble-floored, floral-decorated lobby. Pillars formed a big circle around a patterned tile floor, while the service desks formed an outer ring in front of the walls.

“I’ve got a copy of the confirmation,” Abby announced, slipping a sheaf of papers from a side pocket in her bag.

“Let me get the check-in.” Seth strode up to a uniformed woman at the registration desk.

Caleb lengthened his strides after Seth, leaving Mandy behind. He caught up and put his credit card on the counter. Seth immediately shoved the card back toward Caleb. The two men had a brief debate, and it looked like Seth was the one to back off.

Mandy positioned herself beside a pillar, out of the route of direct walking traffic, next to Abigail and the luggage.

A few minutes later, Caleb returned to them.

“Ladies.” He nodded. “I assume these are your bags?” He scooped up their suitcases.

“Those are ours,” Abigail confirmed.

“Then, right this way. You’re on the tenth floor. As am I, and Caleb and Seth are on seven.”

“One second,” said Abigail, finding a glass-topped table to set down her briefcase.

She opened it, pulled out two of the green packages and took a few steps across the lobby to hand them to Travis. “Lunch is at the Red Lion next door. The meeting starts at one o’clock. We have dinner reservations at the Riverfront Grill. And then I thought we’d go to the Weasel.” She did a little shimmy as she mentioned the name of the most popular dancing bar in Lyndon. “It’s Friday night, so they’ll have a band.”

Travis took the books from her hands, giving her a mock salute. “Works for me. See you guys in a few.”

Caleb headed for the elevator, and Mandy fell into step behind him.

On the tenth floor, they exited, finding their room five doors down. Abby inserted the key card, holding the door open for Caleb with the bags. Mandy brought up the rear.

“This looks nice,” Caleb noted politely, setting the bags on the padded benches at the foot of each of the queen-size beds. The room had a small sitting area near a bay window with a view of the town. The two beds looked thick and comfortable, and the bathroom appeared clean, modern and spacious.

“I’ll see you both at lunch,” he finished, heading for the door.

He opened it, got halfway out and then stopped, turning back. “Mandy? You have a minute? I’ve got something I want to ask you about, but it’s buried in the bottom of my bag.” He gestured into the hallway. “You mind?”

Surprised and confused, and worried it might have something to do with the sale of the ranch, Mandy nodded. “Uh, sure. No problem.” She moved after him, telling herself it couldn’t be a sale. Not this fast. Not without any warning.

“Great.” He flashed a smile at Abigail. “Thanks.”

Outside in the hallway, they moved three doors farther down. Caleb inserted his own key card, opening the door to a larger room with a king-size bed and a massive lounge area beside a pretty bay window.

They entered the room. He dropped his bag on the floor. The spring-loaded door swung shut and, before she knew what was happening, Mandy was up against the back of the closed door. Caleb’s hands had her pinned by her wrists, and he was kissing her hard and deep.

She was too stunned to move. “What the—”

“I’ve been going crazy,” he groaned between avid kisses. “You’re making me crazy. I thought we’d never get here. I thought we’d never get checked in. I thought we’d never get a second alone.”

Mandy recovered her wits enough to kiss him back. So, not the sale of the ranch. And okay, this was definitely a heat-seeking missile.

She relaxed into the passion of his kisses.

His lips moved to her neck, pulling aside her shirt. A rush of desire tightened her stomach, tingling her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head tipped back, coming to rest against the hard plane of the door as her toes curled inside her boots.

“I don’t understand,” she managed to mutter, clinging to his arms to balance herself. “You’ve ignored me for two days. I didn’t hear a word.”

“That was Travis. He used every trick in the book to keep me away from you.” Caleb pulled back. “What did you tell him, by the way?”

“I didn’t… Well, I mean, I didn’t
tell
him. But he knows.”

“Yeah, he knows,” Caleb agreed. “But can we talk about your brother later? I figured we’ve got about three minutes before they come looking for us.”

She blinked at him in astonishment. “You don’t mean?”

“Oh, man. I
wish.
But, no. I was only planning to kiss you some more.”

The regional water rights review meeting was shorter than Mandy had anticipated. The state representative introduced the process and told participants how they could provide written comments in advance of the next meeting. Having five people attend from the Jacobs and Terrell families, along with dozens of other ranchers from the Lyndon Valley area served its purpose in showing the organizers the level of interest from the valley and from the ranching community.

There were also a number of people representing nonranching interests. That had been one of Seth and Abigail’s concerns, that ranchers might be pushed out as the area tried to attract newer industries.

Caleb asked questions, and Mandy was impressed with both his understanding of the process and his ability to zero in on the significant details. If she found Reed, and if he returned to the ranch, she hoped Caleb would stay involved until the end of the review. Even if he had to do it from Chicago.

As the meeting broke up, and the group made their way toward the doors of the town hall, Abigail linked an arm with Mandy. “Did you bring along a dress for tonight?”

“A what?”

“A dress. You know, that thing that replaces pants on formal occasions.”

Mandy gave her sister a look of incredulity. “No, I didn’t bring a dress.” Why on earth would she bring a dress? This was a community meeting. In Lyndon.

“Well, we’ve got a couple of hours before dinner. Let’s go to the mall and be girls for a while.”

Mandy glanced over her shoulder at Caleb. She’d been hoping to steal a few more minutes alone with him before they all convened for dinner. “I’m not sure—”

“Come on. It’ll be fun.” Abigail raised her voice. “Wouldn’t you guys like to escort two gorgeous women out on the town tonight?”

Travis stepped up. “Why? You know some?”

She elbowed him. “Mandy and I are going for a makeover.”

“Great idea,” said Travis, voice hearty. “You two ladies take your time. Have fun.”

Mandy shot Caleb a helpless look.

He came back with a shrug that clearly stated “see what I mean?”

“Fine,” Mandy capitulated, mustering up some enthusiasm, even as she wondered whether Travis had co-opted her sister to the cause of keeping her and Caleb apart.

“I haven’t been in Blooms for ages,” said Abigail, towing Mandy toward the SUV. She called back over her shoulder. “You guys okay to walk back to the hotel?”

Seth waved them off. “We’ll see you at the restaurant.”

Abigail hit the unlock button for the vehicle, and its lights flashed twice. “They can go find a cigar bar or something.”

“Did Travis put you up to this?” Mandy asked across the roof of the vehicle.

Abigail gave her a blank look. “What do you mean? Why would Travis care what we do?”

Mandy peered closely at her sister. Abigail wasn’t the greatest liar in the world. And she always had been much more interested in hair, makeup and fashion than Mandy. Maybe this was some kind of a bizarre coincidence.

“So, you just want to go shopping?”

“No,” said Abigail. “I want to go shopping, hit the hair salon and get our makeup and nails done. I’d also suggest a facial, but I don’t think we have that kind of time.”

“Fine.” Mandy threw up her hands in defeat. “Let’s go be girls.”

Abigail grinned and hopped into the driver’s seat.

They drove the five miles to Springroad Mall, parked next to the main entrance, stopped to make sure the salon could fit them in later in the afternoon, then made their way through the main atrium to Blooms, the town’s biggest high-end ladies’ wear store. It occurred to Mandy that the last thing she’d purchased here was a prom dress.

“Something with a kick,” said Abby, leading the way past office wear and lingerie. “I want a little lift in my skirt when I’m dancing.”

“What happened to you in Denver?” Mandy couldn’t help asking.

“I realized life was short,” Abigail responded without hesitation. “I should be out there having fun and meeting people. So should you.” She stopped in front of a rack of dresses.

“I’m really interested in the campaign,” Abigail continued. “But I’ll admit, at first, I wasn’t crazy about the idea of spending so much time in Lyndon and Denver. But now I’m really looking forward to it. I’m going to stretch my wings.”

Suddenly, Mandy become worried. “You’re not planning to leave the ranch, are you?” They’d already lost one sister to the bright lights of a big city.

“Of course not. Not permanently, anyway. But I do want to test other waters. And this seems like a good time to do it.” She held up an emerald-green dress. “What do you think? Does the color go with my hair?”

Abigail’s hair was shoulder length and auburn. Colors could be challenging for her, but the green was perfect.

“Absolutely,” Mandy replied.

A salesclerk arrived, offering to start a dressing room for each of them. She took Abigail’s choice of the green dress, and they moved on to the next rack.

Abigail quickly selected another. “You should go for red,” she exclaimed, holding up a short, V-necked, cinnamon-red dress. It had black accents and a multilayered skirt that would swirl when she danced.

“Oh, sure,” Mandy drawled sarcastically. “That looks just like me.”

“That’s the point. ‘You’ are blue jeans and torn T-shirts. We need to find something that is completely not you.”

“My T-shirts aren’t torn,” Mandy protested. Okay, maybe one or two of them were, but she wore those only when she was mucking out stalls or painting a fence.

Abigail waved the dress at the salesclerk, who promptly took it from her arms and whisked it off to the dressing room.

Abigail’s next choice was basic black. She considered one with a sequined bodice, but discarded it. Mandy had to agree. They were going to the Weasel. It was a perfectly respectable cowboy bar, but it wasn’t a nightclub.

They ended up with four dresses each. Mandy considered they were all too formal, but her sister seemed to be having such a good time, she didn’t want to be the wet blanket.