CHAPTER FOUR

      HEIDI WAS PLEASED THAT her hand was steady as she poured coffee into four mugs on the table. May had made good on her promise of setting up a meeting. Now, barely twenty hours after the judge had dismissed them, they were in Heidi’s kitchen, about to make decisions that could potentially change her life forever. She wanted to tell herself not to be dramatic, but she had been unable to chase away the lingering sense of panic. Sure, the judge had given her a reprieve, but she could still lose the ranch, and then what? Where would she and Glen go?

      Worries for another time, she reminded herself as she took her seat at the rickety table. For now, she was going to cooperate with May and figure out how to come up with two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in, say, the next three weeks.

      “Thank you so much for having us,” May said, smiling at Heidi.

      “You’re more than welcome.” Heidi tried to smile back, all the while ignoring the challenging expression on Rafe’s face.

      This was the first time she’d been in a relatively small room with the man, and she was annoyed to discover he took up too much space. He had broad shoulders that spilled past the back of the chair. She couldn’t seem to focus on anyone but him, which frustrated her and made her want to pretend he wasn’t there. An impossible task, with his dark eyes holding her captive.

      “I’ve decided to stay in town,” May continued, apparently unaware of the undercurrents swirling.

      That could have been because they were only swirling on Heidi’s end of things. Maybe Rafe was naturally surly and barely knew she was alive. Maybe—

      Get a grip, she commanded herself, deliberately focusing on May.

      “There’s so much I remember about the ranch,” the older woman continued. “I have so many happy memories here.”

      “It’s a real family place,” Glen told her. “We appreciate your willingness to work things out.”

      “Of course. Neither of us has to be disappointed by what happened. There’s a solution.”

      Rafe muttered something Heidi couldn’t hear, but she knew it wasn’t friendly agreement.

      May shot her son a warning look, then turned back to Heidi. “Do you think you could take us on a tour? I’d love to see the changes and understand a little about your business.”

      “Um, sure.” Heidi would have preferred giving them directions back to San Francisco, but that wasn’t likely to be an option. “When were you thinking?”

      “How about now?” May asked.

      Glen popped to his feet. “There’s nothing I like better than spending time with a beautiful woman.”

      Rafe rolled his eyes, but May only smiled.

      “You’re a charmer,” she murmured.

      Heidi found herself on Rafe’s side this time. Glen flirting with May wasn’t going to help their cause. She would have to talk to him later. After the tour.

      She rose. “There’s not a whole lot to see,” she began. “There’s the goats and where they live, of course, and the barn.”

      “Don’t forget the caves,” Glen told her. He pulled out May’s chair. “They’re thousands of years old. Probably used by the original indigenous tribes as a form of shelter. There might be treasure.”

      Heidi sighed. “They’re not that interesting. I use them to age my cheese. The temperature is perfect, and I don’t have to worry about space. There’s plenty.”

      Rafe stood. “Cheese and goats. Great.”

      “You don’t have to come with us,” she said. “Perhaps you’d like to stay here and phone your office.”

      One eyebrow rose, as if he were surprised she was willing to take him on. She lifted her chin slightly, not sure it would help, but even the tiniest psychological edge would be welcome. She had a feeling that Rafe not only brought a lot more resources to the battlefield, but that he was also used to winning at any price. Her idea of a good fight was facing down Athena when the goat escaped.

      “I wouldn’t want to miss the treasure,” Rafe said, his mouth curving into a smile.

      It was, she realized, the first time she’d seen him smile. For a second he looked approachable, appealing and unbelievably sexy. She wanted to smile back and then say something funny so he would smile again. Her toes curled in her athletic shoes, and she had an overwhelming urge to flip her hair, the fact that she was wearing her usual braids notwithstanding.

      Get a grip! Rafe wasn’t some handsome guy hanging out so she could flirt with him. He was the enemy. He was dangerous. He was trying to steal her home. The fact that she could be undone by a smile simply proved how pathetic her love life had been for what felt like decades. And when all this was resolved, she would find someone nice and have a relationship. But for now she had to remember what was at stake and act accordingly.

      They all went outside and walked to where she kept the goats. Heidi had picked a nice, large area for her small herd. Most of the fencing was still in place, which meant she’d been able to focus her money on what she referred to as the goat house. A solid structure she used for milking. There was room for the goats when the weather got cold or when one of them was giving birth. Large sliding doors allowed the goats to come and go as they pleased.

      May leaned against the fence and studied the goats. “They’re not all the same.”

      “No. I have three Alpines and five Nubians.” Heidi glanced at Rafe. “You met Athena the other day.”

      “Yes. She was charming.”

      Heidi was pretty sure he was being sarcastic, so she ignored his response. “Athena sort of runs things around here. Persephone