by Sue Fineman
can’t stand her and tries to avoid her, but every time he drives his old pickup to town, there she is, fawning over him like a lovesick teenager. No wonder he’s frustrated and surly. Seeing Mavis nearly every day would do that to a man. Gary
s reluctant to get involved with the rude woman who backed into his truck, but she needs his help, and he needs a cook at the ranch. He suspects Rachel’s husband hid more than his money. Can she handle the truth about the man she’d been married to for so many years? Gary i
heard something brush against the door and turned to see Rachel standing there in her robe. The nightlight in the bathroom cast enough light to see the fear in her eyes. “Bouncer has to go out,” she said. “Is it safe to go out front?” Gary
walked out to Rachel and put his arm around her shoulders. She was shaking, and so was the dog, so he pulled them close and rubbed her back. “It’s over.” Gary
still had his arms around Rachel, and it felt so good he didn’t want to let go. Johnny came outside to examine the cat, and Gary stayed right where he was, holding Rachel’s soft, warm body in his arms, with the little dog shivering between them. Gary
Mavis has had a major crush on Gary Martinson since high school. His wife died fifteen years ago, and she’s still hopeful, still determined to marry him someday. But
would rather shoot her than marry her. Mavis is not just in love with Gary , she thinks she owns him, like a puppy or a pair of shoes. Gary
When Mavis learns Rachel is living at the ranch and cooking for Gary and his son, she’s determined to chase her off the ranch and out of
’s life, just as she’s chased every other woman away from him. Gary
BLURB for THE MITCHELL MONEY:
Before his death, Rachel’s husband hid their money, and the only man in Maystown who can help her find it is the surly ex-cop who owns the ranch next door, the man who drives an ancient pickup and talks on his cell phone instead of paying attention to his driving. She doesn’t want to accept
’s offer to trade his investigating skills for her cooking, but if she doesn’t find the money soon, she could lose her new house. Gary
EXCERPT from THE MITCHELL MONEY:
(There’s a rogue wildcat roaming the area, attacking pets and threatening small children. Rachel is staying at the ranch with Gary and his son, Joe, until someone catches or kills the animal. Johnny, her husband’s bastard son, is also living there. They hear the cat yowl and know it’s nearby.)
“Not by yourself.”
took the gun from the nightstand, checked to make sure it was loaded, and followed Rachel and Bouncer downstairs. Gary
Joe followed them with his rifle.
stood in a dark corner of the porch, scanning the dark hills, looking for any sign of movement. He spotted the rogue cat about a hundred yards from the house. Joe already had a bead on it. Gary spoke quietly. “Wait for a clean shot, son.” Gary
A low growl came from Rachel’s little dog. “Hold on to him, Rachel,”
said. She was less than ten feet from the porch. The cat must be desperate to come this close. Gary
Rachel reached down to pick up Bouncer and Joe’s first rifle shot rang out. He fired again, and
flipped on the flood lights. Rachel stood frozen, holding the dog in her arms, as Joe walked past her and out to the big cat lying near the driveway. He fired one more shot, as Gary had taught him, to make sure the animal was dead. Gary
Joe called, “Looks like he got caught in a trap and chewed part of his foot off. It’s a mess. That’s why he couldn’t hunt. The guy who set the trap should be shot.”
They’d had discussions with other ranchers in the area about setting traps. Some said it was necessary, but
disagreed. It was like setting out poison. You never knew what you’d kill or injure, and a wounded animal was always more dangerous than a healthy one. If they couldn’t hunt for their food, they had to find it in other ways. Gary
He didn’t want to stop holding her, but he needed to make a phone call, so he walked inside with Rachel and called the police station.
Ten minutes later, an officer came out, followed by a pickup and a car. The pickup was driven by Harvey Spinnaker, who did skinning and taxidermy. In shooting the cat, Joe had earned the pelt, if he wanted it. One look at the car and
groaned. He stood in front of the house wearing pajama pants, slippers, and a T-shirt. Rachel stood beside him, wearing a robe. Great time for the town gossip to show up. Gary
Mavis ran from her car, past the dead cat and police car, straight to
. “I just heard. Is everyone all right?” As Mavis pawed at Gary ’s arm, Rachel backed up a step or two. He glanced at her and tried to push Mavis off him. Rachel’s lips twitched with suppressed laughter. Gary
“Let’s get you inside, where it’s warm,” said Mavis. “Why, you’re not even dressed.”
“Why are you here?”
“To help, of course.”
yelled, “Mavis wants to help.” Gary
“Okay, but there’s a lot of blood.”
Mavis put her hand on her chest as her eyes widened. For a minute,
thought she might faint. Then she caught sight of Rachel and that sharp nose went up a notch, along with one eyebrow. She eyed Rachel as if she was something to take out with the trash, but Rachel smiled. The smile didn’t have any warmth, but at least she was polite. Gary
Fighting an impulse to escape into the house and lock the door,
stood back and watched the two women. Mavis extended her hand to Rachel. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Mavis Bidwell. Gary and I have been close friends since high school.” Gary
Rachel took Mavis’s hand. “Rachel Woods. It’s nice to meet one of
’s old friends.” Gary
Mavis stiffened and scanned Rachel from head to toe, and Gary knew the gossip would be flying tomorrow, if not tonight. The way Rachel was dressed, it was obvious she was living at the ranch. Did Mavis think he was sleeping with Rachel? Did he care what Mavis thought? Not if she kept it to herself, but she wouldn’t. She never kept anything to herself.
Ignoring Mavis, Rachel asked, “
, would you like me to make a pot of coffee?” Gary
“No, Joe should be finished soon, and if I drink coffee now, I’ll be awake all night.” He took Rachel’s arm and steered her toward the porch steps, hoping Mavis would magically disappear, but he should have known better. She followed them onto the porch and into the house. It was late, he was tired, and now he had to deal with Mavis.
“Go on up to bed,
,” said Rachel. “I’ll take care of the boys.” Gary
“Boys?” said Mavis.
“Joe and my son, Johnny.”
Mavis cocked her head and
could almost hear the wheels turning. “Your son? I thought you had daughters.” Gary
“And a son. Here he comes now.”
Johnny came in wet and shivering. “Go upstairs and get in the shower,” said
. “Right now, before you freeze to death. Is Joe about finished?” Gary
“The cat is on the pickup and he’s talking to the cops. Oh, there’s a car out there that needs to be moved. The pickup can’t get around it.”
Rachel and Gary both stared at Mavis. “Oh, yes, well, I’ll go move my car and I’ll be right back.”
“Go home, Mavis.”
knew he was being rude and he didn’t care. “It’s late and I’m too tired to play host.” Gary
“Perhaps Mavis would like to come out for dinner one night,” said Rachel. Her eyes sparkled and
could have strangled her on the spot. Gary
“I’ll call you, Mavis,” said
. “Goodnight.” He held the front door open. Gary
Slamming the door behind Mavis, he turned his anger on Rachel. “I’ll thank you to mind your own business.”
“She’s the one, isn’t she, the one who wants to marry you?”
“Nobody in their right mind would marry that woman.”
“You’re no prize yourself.”
Unable to allow her to have the last word,
said, “Some women think I am.” Gary
He thought he heard her say, “I can’t imagine why,” but she said it so quietly he wasn’t sure he heard her correctly.
clamped his jaw closed, walked upstairs, and went back to bed. Gary
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