bought everything through a shell company and had his attorney handle all of his business. Finding caretakers for the place and everything else. He bought the house about a decade ago but had never actually lived in it.
It was the kind of place his father would find far beneath West family standards, but to Gage it was much better than the places heâd been staying while on the road.
It was rustic, but spacious. The property had a couple of outbuildings on it, including a barn that was housing horses for an older couple who werenât in town half the year. His caretaker had taken care of them while heâd been gone, but he wouldnât mind a chance to handle horses while he was in town.
Of all the things heâd done while heâd been wandering the country, rodeo and ranch work had been his favorite. And staying mobile had been a great way to keep ahead of his demons.
He wasnât entirely certain what had prompted him to buy a place in Copper Ridge. Only that some part of him wanted to own a piece of it. Wanted to have a foot in it.
It was a difficult place to let go of, even when you were desperate to do it. But, it was all working out now. In that way that shit shows could work out. Which was definitely what this was.
He pushed his fingers through his hair and walked over to the kitchen window, looking out at the lake, barely able to glimpse Rebecca Bearâs house where it was nestled in the trees across the water.
He could totally understand why she felt like she was being stalked. In some ways, he kind of was stalking her. In order to get her to stop being so pigheaded and take the store. He supposed he could sign it over to her, and then there wouldnât be much she could do about it. Except maybe refuse to sign her part of the deed. And then shoot him in the face.
His doorbell rang, and he could not for the life of him figure out who it might be. Maybe a neighbor with cookies. A neighbor who had no idea who he was. Because it sure as hell wasnât a member of his family, or anyone else who had a clue that he was the disgraced Gage West.
His father had done a damn good job covering up what had happened the night of Rebeccaâs accident. Nobody knew that he had been racing some friends on a back road and hit a car carrying a woman and her daughter. But, they did know that he had abandoned his family. They knew that he had left his fragile mother and a father who was endlessly generous to the community.
Gage West was nobodyâs favorite. And he knew it.
He crossed the kitchen, heading into the entryway, jerking the door open without bothering to look out the window and see who was standing there.
When he saw his dark-haired, petite visitor, he felt like heâd been kicked in the chest by a bull. âWhat are you doing here?â
Rebecca frowned. âI thought you might like to see what itâs like to have somebody show up uninvited at your place.â
âIâm not nearly as disturbed by it as you were. But, I am curious.â
âI donât want to owe you,â she said.
âOkay.â
âI see you have a working ranch here.â
âNothing major. Just a few horses.â
âWell, someone has to take care of them. Someone has to ride them. And there are bound to be other things that can be done around the property.â
âAre you offering to do manual labor in exchange for the multiple thousands of dollars that I gave you?â He was being an ass now, and he knew it. But then, he was often an ass, so he didnât see why he should change it now.
âI know, itâs barely going to put a dent in it. But Iâm going to do my best to work off my debt to you. And then, I will damn well buy that building from you. But Iâm not going to owe you. The way I see it is thisâIâm going to work, youâre going to knock some numbers off of the debt. And then, when all is said and done, whatever else I owe you can
Brett Battles, Robert Gregory Browne