Falling For The Rancher. Roxanne Rustand
perfect,â she exclaimed with a rush of relief. âIf you want to focus on horses, I can handle everything else. Youâve already got an excellent vet tech and receptionist in place.â
His gaze veered to the wall of bookshelves. âActually,â he said carefully, as if walking cautiously through a minefield, âI want to have a fresh start. Soââ
At a sharp, indrawn breath, he and Darcy looked at the open doorway, where Kaycee, the vet tech, now stood with a hand at her mouth and tears welling in her eyes. Marilyn, the office manager, stood behind her, her face pale with obvious shock.
âYouâre already firing usâwithout even giving us a chance?â Kayceeâs voice trembled with outrage. âIs that fair?â
âI didnât say that,â he said mildly.
âY-you have no idea how hard we work or how dedicated we are,â she retorted. âDoc Boyd always saidââ
âKaycee,â Darcy said quietly, though she knew how much the girl needed her job. At just twenty-three, she was supporting her younger brother and sister, while Marilyn had a disabled husband at home.
Knowing their difficult situations, Dr. Boyd had given both of them generous annual raises. There wasnât another job in town that would pay either of them as much for their specialized skills. This practice was the only one for forty miles.
But starting an argument on the new ownerâs first day wouldnât help anyoneâs cause.
Darcy looked up at Marilyn. âAre my first clients here?â
The receptionist nodded stiffly.
âThen please get them settled in the exam rooms, Kaycee. Iâll be out in a minute.â Darcy stood to shut the office door quietly and turned back to the desk with a frown. âTheyâre excellent employees. I can promise you that. Iâve worked with them for a year. Theyâre both highly professional.â
He drummed his long, tanned fingers on the desk. âAs I started to say, I feel itâs important to have a fresh start here. This is going to be an equine clinic in the future, with far lessâif anyâsmall-animal. So I have to assess the kind of staff I really need. And honestly...â
His voice trailed off as he seemed to consider his words, but at the regret and sympathy in his eyes, Darcy suddenly knew exactly what he was going to say. This wasnât just about Marilyn and Kaycee. It was also about her. And given the muscle ticking along the side of his jaw, those changes werenât going to be in the distant future.
What was he going to doâboot her out the door right now? Would he be that callous?
After all she and her little girl had been through during the past two years, sheâd thought they were finally secure in their new lives here in Aspen Creek.
Even two weeksâ notice wouldnât be enough to get her finances and her future in order. What if she needed to leave town to find employment? How would Emma handle yet another wrenching change?
Blindsided, Darcy felt her heart falter as her thoughts raced through a dozen possibilities. âEven if youâre developing an equine practice, youâll find the small-animal side busy and well worth keeping.â
âIâm sorry. Thatâs not part of my plan,â he said gently.
Time. She needed much more time, and it didnât sound like she was going to get it.
âBut itâs still going to take a while for you to get up to speed and build up a different clientele, and in the meantime, it sure couldnât hurt to enjoy a solid income.â She said a silent prayer and took a steadying breath as she considered just how far she could push him.
âIâll stay on for just the next two months,â she continued firmly. âSo you can get your feet on the ground here. Iâll take care of the clinic appointments while you get settled in and start your horse practice, and then we can reassess. If you realize itâs worth keeping the small-animal side going, we can discuss my salary and contract. If not, no hard feelings. Iâll just start my own large and small-animal mixed practice here in town. A little competition never hurt anyone, right?â
He stared at her reluctantly for a long moment, then laughedâprobably at her sheer audacityâand accepted her handshake. âI guess we have a deal.â
* * *
A few hours later, Logan settled into a booth at a cafe at the far end of town and sighed heavily. His goal had been simple and should have been easily met, but his first morning at the clinic certainly hadnât gone as well as heâd planned.
Finding the right veterinary practice to buy had occupied his thoughts for months. Finding one within a reasonable distance to horse breeding farms and also the active horse show circuits in Wisconsin and Minnesota had been high on his list.
The Aspen Creek Vet Clinic and associated property had ticked every box. It had once been a mixed practice, so it included a good clinic building with a corral and small stable out back, which made it perfect for conversion into an equine practice. And a few miles out in the country, Dr. Boydâs house sat on twenty fenced acres with another stable. The house and all of the buildings needed updating, but at least he hadnât needed to hunt for a place to live.
The fact that this little Wisconsin town was far from Montana made it even better.
But all of those thoughts about the property and his future here had instantly fled the moment heâd come face-to-face with Darcy Leighton this morning. Warning bells had clanged in his head. His jaw had almost dropped to the floor. Heâd had to force himself to stand his ground.
Curvy, with brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes, she could easily have been the much prettier sister of his former fiancée back in Montana, though for just a moment heâd imagined he was staring into Cathyâs deceitful eyes and his stomach had plummeted.
His business plan aside, seeing Darcy on a day-to-day basis would be an intolerable reminder of the past. A time when a pretty face and calculated charm had blinded him to clues so obvious that in retrospect he could not believe his stupidity. Two months. He could manage two months. Maybe.
Why hadnât he just said no, offered Darcy a nice severance bonus and sent her on her way? And what on earth was that rush of sensation when heâd accepted her handshake? Heâd felt his arm tingle and his blood warm, and when his eyes locked on hers he couldnât look away.
It was only when sheâd smiled a little and stepped back that he realized heâd held her hand a little too long.
He certainly hadnât felt this instant connection with Cathy...which made those warning bells clang all over again. He could not afford a second mistake.
He ordered a cheeseburger and Coke when the waitressâMarge, given the name embroidered on her uniformâstopped by his booth. Then he pensively stared out the large plate glass window overlooking Aspen Creekâs Main Street.
For a chilly Monday morning in mid-April, there was a surprising amount of activity in town. Most of the parking spaces were filled. Pedestrians were window-shopping as they passed the various boutiques and upscale shops probably meant to lure tourists from Minneapolis-St. Paul and Chicago.
Farther down the street, heâd spied some high-end outfitters displaying kayaks, canoes and pricey backpacks in their windows. A quaint two-story bookstore. Cozy-looking tea shops. Bed-and-breakfast signs in front of grand old Victorians.
The town hardly looked like it could be in horse country, but his research had proved otherwise, and so he had started making his plans. Remodeling. Equipment purchases. Supplies. Promotion, to let horse owners know about him.
Under Dr. Boydâs