Cowboy Comes Back / The Cowboy's Convenient Bride: Cowboy Comes Back / The Cowboy's Convenient Bride. Wendy Warren
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had thought he was.
“I wish,” Kade said. But if all went well, he should have enough to invest in a smaller property and pay for some kind of training. It just might not be in the immediate Elko area. “But no matter what, I’ll be close enough that we’ll get our time together, right?”
Kade’s cell phone rang just as he sent Maddie off to shower. She lingered at the door, shamelessly eavesdropping.
“This is Joe Barton of the Zephyr Valley ranch,” the man on the phone said without bothering to include a hello. “We met at the feed store.”
“I remember.”
“I apologize for being brusque then, but …”
“I understand,” Kade said. “Zero tends to be enthusiastic.”
“Yes. Exactly. And I didn’t know you from Adam. Didn’t connect the name until later. Anyway, would you be interested in riding some colts for me? I have three that need some miles.”
“I’m waiting to hear on a job.” Or three. “I’m not sure how much time I’ll have if it pans out.”
“I’m flexible. I’m sure we can work something out.”
“Zephyr Valley—” it almost hurt Kade to call the old Boggy Flat by that name “—is quite a drive from here. I’d want to have the colts here at my ranch while I’m riding them.”
“What are your facilities like? I don’t keep my horses in barbed wire.”
“Then I guess you won’t be keeping them here, unless they all stay in the one corral and you provide hay. My pastures have wire fences.”
“Do you mind if I stop by and see where you’d keep ‘em? Maybe iron out some details?”
“Sure. I’ll be home all day.”
“What do you charge a month?”
“A grand per animal,” Kade said without hesitation. He had a feeling Joe Barton wanted to tell people that world champion cowboy Kade Danning had finished his colts. And he’d discovered over the years that some people didn’t feel as if they were getting quality anything unless they paid through the nose.
“Nine hundred, if I provide the hay.”
“Agreed.”
“Who was that, Dad?” Maddie asked from the bathroom doorway.
“A guy who wants me to ride some colts for him.” And a nice surprise bit of income.
Maddie’s eyes widened. “Then I get Sugar Foot all to myself next time I visit.”
Kade smiled. “If he brings colts, you can ride Sugar Foot.”
“I wish Sugar Foot was all coal black with a white star. That’s what my next horse is going to be. Or maybe a blue roan.” She swung the door back and forth as she talked, then suddenly she stopped moving. “Hey. When you get the colts, then we can go see Blue with the wild horses.” Her eyes got even rounder as the idea began to gel. “We can camp out! And put ropes around our sleeping bags to keep snakes away and hobble the horses, like in my Phantom Stallion book.”
Kade fell back on one of those parental phrases he found he used over and over again. “We’ll see.”
“It’ll be so much fun.”
As much fun as horse camp? Somehow he thought not. A trip to the mustangs would be one or maybe two days at the most. Horse camp was three weeks. Hard to compare the two.
He couldn’t wait until he had this place sold and he could move closer to Maddie—close enough to fight for the time that was legally his.
Libby would probably organize a parade to celebrate his departure.
CHAPTER THREE
JILLIAN AND MIKE PULLED into Kade’s yard around four that afternoon. Mike was an accountant for one of the big mines in Elko. Quiet and unassuming. Kade had to admit that Mike was better for Jillian than he had ever been, but when Maddie ran and gave him a big hug Kade found it a little hard to take. She really did have two dads, and Kade sometimes had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t number one.
But he wasn’t giving up. Maybe he had some stuff to make up for, but for the most part he’d been there for his daughter—and he would continue to be there.
Jillian eyed the house, with its peeling paint and dirty windows, while Mike loaded Maddie’s purple suitcase in the trunk of the car. Her expression was pained.
“We stayed in the trailer,” Kade said.
“Good. I don’t want her exposed to hantavirus.”
Like he would let his kid be anywhere near mice. “Give me some credit, all right?”
Jillian sniffed. “When Maddie comes back here in June, will she be staying in the trailer? Or will the house be ready for habitation?” She smoothed her wind-ruffled hair away from her face as she spoke. It was a lighter brown than it had been when they’d been married. And streaked in a classy kind of way.
“I plan on having the house done by the time she gets here. If not, well, we’ve stayed in the trailer before.”
“But not for weeks, Kade. And when are you going to tell her she won’t be going to horse camp?”
“I’m not, Jillian. You’re the one who set that up—you explain it to her.” Kade was in a lose-lose situation, thanks to his ex-wife, and when they’d finally discussed the matter over the phone she hadn’t been one bit repentant.
“I get Maddie for two months every summer. It’s part of the agreement,” Kade continued.
“It’s not in her best interest. I thought you would understand that. Whatever happened between us, you always put Maddie’s well-being first.”
That’s it, Jillie. Slap down the guilt card.
“I allowed you to reduce child support,” she said with a tilt of her head.
“That was temporary. And I made it up.”
“But I cooperated.”
“Jillian, I want to see my daughter for the summer, as per the agreement. I don’t want to have to get a lawyer.”
He couldn’t afford a lawyer, and unfortunately, due to his having to temporarily lower his child-support payments while he’d fought his way out of the financial bind his crooked ex-accountant had left him in, she knew that.
“Do what’s best for Maddie, Kade. I’ll give you a couple days to think about it and then we’ll talk again. Oh … you really don’t need to send the support checks this summer, if it’s a burden.”
“Are you trying to buy me off?”
“I’m trying to do what’s best for my daughter.”
“Our daughter.”
“Do you have a means of support?”
“I’m doing all right.” Kind of.
“Well, if you’re working, then who’ll take care of Maddie?”
“Damn it, Jill …”
She started walking. “I’ll call in a few days, Kade, and we can discuss this some more.”
She got into the car, where Mike was waiting behind the wheel and Maddie was arranging her nest of blankets and pillows in the backseat beside the twins, leaving Kade seething. He faked a smile and raised a hand to wave to Maddie as they drove away. Mike waved back, too. Jillian didn’t.
Okay, maybe he wouldn’t go to work until after Maddie left. That was the way things would probably pan out, anyway, since he’d checked with every place he’d