Colton: Rodeo Cowboy. C.J. Carmichael
and painting the walls. Maybe he’d offer to help.
That was the sort of thing a friend would do, after all.
Friend. His mind grated over the word every time he thought of it in conjunction with Leah. Because she was just as attractive to him now as she’d been last night at the Open Range.
Get over it, he told himself. She’d offered him an olive branch this morning and he should be damn grateful she’d given him that much.
They were in the living room now. Leah had her hands on the slim curves of her hips. “Hmm. I’m thinking the sofa would look better on that wall.” She pointed to the one opposite the window. “What do you think?”
He had a mother and a sister, so knew better than to offer an opinion. “Whatever you say.” Obediently, he picked up one end of the sofa and maneuvered it into place.
Leah smiled. “That is better, thanks.” She glanced around the room, then sighed. “I think we’re finally done.”
He had to get her out of there before she thought up another redecorating idea. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. Want to grab a late lunch at the Number 1? Sierra serves a mean roast beef special on Sundays.”
Leah considered the offer. “Let me phone my mother first and see how the kids are doing.”
He waited while she pulled her cell phone from her pocket. Like him, she had an iPhone, only instead of a horse she used a picture of her two kids for her wallpaper. After a brief conversation she gave him the nod. “Mom said we should go ahead. They had their lunch an hour ago. But where is the Number 1—is it new? I don’t remember a café by that name. A coal mine, yes, but not a café.”
Colt waited while she locked up her new home, then led her to the passenger side of his truck. His day was looking up now that he’d convinced her to have lunch with him and he was happy to bring her up to speed on some of the happenings she’d missed when she lived in Calgary.
“Sierra Byrne owns and runs the Number 1. She named the café in honor of her grandfather, a miner who drowned when the Number 1 was flooded back in… I don’t know when exactly. A long time ago. It’s been open about four years.”
“Did Sierra grow up here?”
Relieved that Leah didn’t ask to drive again, Colt walked around to the driver’s side and pressed the buttons to return his seat and mirrors to their original positions. His new truck had impressed her. It was kind of ridiculous how happy that made him.
“Nah, Sierra’s parents lived in Chicago. But her mother and Aunt Jordan grew up in Roundup and Sierra’s family spent summers at their cabin along the Musselshell River.”
Leah glanced out the window as they drove along Highway 87 toward First Street. “Must have been some change moving from Chicago to here.”
Her comment made Colt wonder how Leah herself was making the adjustment. “You miss Calgary?”
She was quiet for a bit, then shifted her gaze from the town to him. “If the past six years taught me anything, it’s that I’m a small-town girl at heart.”
There was a world of unhappiness in that comment, Colt thought. He parked across the street from the redbrick building that housed the Number 1.
“Hey, isn’t this the old newspaper building?” Leah whistled. “Sierra sure fixed it up nicely.”
“Wait until you taste the food.” Colt was about to open his door when Leah stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Hang on a sec. You’re still not off the hook where last night is concerned.”
“I’m not?”
“Like I told you before, I’m planning to start a new business here in Roundup. I’ve got a business diploma with an agricultural accounting concentration and—” she took a deep breath “—I was hoping Thunder Ranch might be my first client.”
It took him a few seconds to process what she was saying. “Seriously? You want to be an accountant?”
“It’s a good job for a working mother. Tell me—who does your family’s books now?”
“My mother.”
“Do you think she’d consider hiring outside help?”
He thought about the health scare she’d had recently, and all the extra work that had fallen on her and Ace’s shoulders since they added the bucking horse breeding program. Most everyone in his family would rather be working on the land and with the animals than doing paperwork in the office. “I’ll talk to her about it—okay?”
“That would be great.”
He adjusted his hat, then gave her a cautious glance. “So we’re square now?”
“What do you think?”
Colt laughed. She kept him hopping, that was for sure. And if he had to be on the hook with someone, Leah Stockton would be his first pick.
* * *
THE INSIDE OF the café had been decorated in keeping with the mining theme, with historical photographs on the walls and a shelf full of mining artifacts. Leah especially liked the dramatic color scheme—sparkly red tables and black leather seats. Colt led her to a corner booth, and she was charmed to see a miniature coal bucket in the middle of the table holding the condiments.
Colt waved at someone out of her line of sight. She turned to see a curvy woman, about her age, in a red apron delivering two plates of the lunch special to the table behind them. When she was done, she gave Colt a warm smile.
“Hey, Sierra. How’re you doing?”
“Business is good, so I’m happy. I’ll take your order in a sec, Colt. Just let me get you some water, first.”
She turned on her heel, heading for the kitchen, and Leah cleared her throat.
“Um…either I’m invisible, or that woman only has eyes for you. She didn’t even glance at me.”
Colt flashed a smile—the kind he’d used a lot the previous evening. “Darlin’, don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“Right. After last night? I don’t think so.”
Sierra returned then, and Leah flashed a smug look at Colt when she had only one glass of water. See—I was right. She didn’t even notice me!
“Oh, dear.” Sierra looked flustered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had a guest.”
Colt made the introductions, then asked for the lunch special.
“I’ll have the same, please.” Leah had to admit that Sierra was making up for her earlier rudeness by being especially attentive now. She quickly brought an extra glass of water to the table, and apologized again for her oversight.
When they were alone once more, Colt’s expression turned serious. “About last night—I want to apologize.”
“Really, for which part? For hitting on me like I was one of your buckle bunnies? Or running for the hills once you found out I had children?”
He grimaced. “When you put it that way…”
“Maybe you were judging me because you figured out Jackson and I got married because I was pregnant?”
Colt looked truly miserable now. “God, no, I wasn’t judging you. I’m the last—” He turned his head away and drummed his fingers on the table as he searched for the right words to say. “My Uncle Josh likes to say that if you want to be successful in life, figure out what you’re not good at, and don’t do it.”
Leah had to smile. That sounded like something her father might have said.
“And what I’m not good at is kids. And responsibility. I’m not like Ace, or my father, or