Loni slid another piece of pie onto Colton’s plate. “He’s only a few years older.”
“I wasn’t talking birthdates, Mom.” Jake’s eyes hardened as he stared at something only he could see.
“He’s a good kid.” Tom pushed his plate away from himself and groaned. “But Jake’s right. He’s too old for our girl.”
Loni grinned as Jake yanked on his daughter’s braid again. “Our girl knows her own heart, boys.”
“Knock it off, Daddy.” Leila grinned around a mouth full of apples. “Or I’ll tell the sheriff on you.”
Colton frowned. “What’s up with all this telling the sheriff talk, kid? I’m the cool uncle.”
“Yeah, but Uncle Quinn has a badge. And a gun.” Leila’s eyes lit up as Colton sat forward.
“I’m way tougher than the sheriff,” Colton said.
“Yeah, but he really loves me, Uncle Colt,” Leila said.
Sophie didn’t miss the sly grin Jake gave his mother.
“I love you more, baby doll,” Colton said.
“Enough to give me that new pony Merriment foaled last month?” The little girl pursed her lips.
Tom guffawed in laughter. “Boy did you walk into that one, son.”
“I was thinking the new foal would make a good Christmas present for a really good little girl.” Colton raised an eyebrow at Jake, who gave an imperceptible nod.
“I’m really good.” Leila widened her eyes to pure adorable innocence.
Colton shook his head. “Hm. I don’t know.”
“You’d be my favoritest uncle, Colton.” The little girl flung herself onto his lap and wrapped tiny arms around a strong neck.
Colton’s eyes softened as he gazed at the little minx. “You are going to be one very dangerous woman someday, baby doll.”
“Then it’d be good to be my favoritest uncle, wouldn’t it?” Leila smacked his cheek with a wet kiss.
“Without question.” Colton pecked her on the nose before Leila jumped down, a successful grin on her face as she returned to her seat.
So this was what families could be. Should be. A pang hit Sophie in the solar plexus.
“Speaking of the unfavoritest uncle, where is Quinn?” Colton finished off his pie.
Tom shrugged. “I heard that maybe he was dating someone from Maverick.” Tom rolled his eyes at Loni.
“Her name’s Juliet, and she tolt Uncle Quinn to take a flying leap,” Leila piped up. All eyes swung to her and she grinned.
“I knew it!” Loni exclaimed, leaning forward. “How do you know that, sweetheart?”
“I axed him.” The little girl pushed her plate away. “When me and Uncle Quinn got smoothies at the ice-cream place, Juliet was just leaving. I tolt Uncle that she was pretty and he should take her to the movies, and he said he’d already axed, but she said to take a flying leap.” Leila screwed her face into a frown. “He didn’t say where he was ’posed to leap to.”
“The plot thickens,” Colton murmured with a pointed look at his brother.
“Nah, she somehow got the gist of his sparkling personality.” Jake exhaled and grinned.
Sophie shook her head. The family was so involved with one another, whether they all liked it or not.
In too short a time, she sat in Jake’s truck next to Leila as they drove her back to the B&B. They both walked her to her door, and she was grateful Jake couldn’t press her for an answer to his invitation for wild sex.
She wasn’t sure she would say no.
…
Morning arrived all too soon. Sophie drove the twenty minutes toward Mineral Lake and followed the directions to the headquarters of Concerned Citizens for Rural Development, located about halfway between town and the Kooskia Reservation. The headquarters was housed in a large metal shop with a hard-packed dirt floor lined with wooden benches. A rectangular metal table perched on a one-foot dais in the front of the room, and three matching chairs faced the crowd. A narrow podium stood over to one side, and a hand-sewn emblem of the planet adorned the wall. The smell of dirt and sweat assaulted her nose.
Her cell rang just as she walked inside the cool interior, and she quickly said hello.
“Hi, Sophie. There’s a two-hour break in my trial today. Want to do lunch?” Jake asked.
She fought an involuntary smile. “Um, maybe. It depends if I’m done by then.”
“Where are you?” he asked.
A woman up front waved, and Sophie started up the aisle toward the tall blonde in tan capris and a high-collared blouse. “Meeting with Concerned Citizens.”
“In Mineral Lake?” he asked.
“No. About fifteen miles outside of the town,” she said.
Silence filled the air for a couple of beats. “Not the Concerned Citizens for Rural Development Group.”
“One and the same,” she said, looking at the rows of seats.
“By yourself?” Jake’s voice dropped to a low tone.
Her steps faltered. “Um, yeah.”
“Soph.” Exasperation lived on his exhale. “Wait to go inside.”
“Too late. Have to go, ’bye.” She shut the phone and dropped it into her bag before extending her hand to the woman. “I’m Sophie Smith.”
“Judy Rockefeller.” Classically straight features in a pale, makeup-free face frowned as they shook hands. Her mood was cool and her shake stiff.
Maybe Sophie shouldn’t have come alone. “So, where do you want me?” She shook off unease while people filed into the room and took their places on the benches. If the tribe refused to back her design, she needed support from county citizens. She stepped back from Judy.
Judy pointed to the closest metal chair behind the table. “You can sit there. Reverend Moseby will sit next to you, and my husband, Billy, will sit next to him. Billy is our president.”
“Okay.” Sophie dropped her bag next to the seat. “Do you want me to do a presentation or just answer questions?”
Judy waved at newcomers before turning back to Sophie. “Billy will talk for a bit, and then people will ask you questions. You don’t need to describe the proposal. Everyone has already studied the golf course plan from the county’s records.”
“The records? You mean the application for the conditional-use permit?” Sophie’s stomach danced uncomfortably as several people watched her from the audience.
“Yes,” Judy said.
A side door opened and two men entered, walking close. The first wore all black with a priest’s collar, his belly stretching the dark fabric until streaks of white showed through. Sharp blue eyes rested on Sophie. “Miss Smith, I’m Reverend Moseby.” He extended a beefy hand for her to shake, his ruddy face contrasting with his sparse white hair.
Sophie shook his hand and tried not to grimace at his dampened flesh. She unobtrusively wiped her palm on her flowered skirt upon being released.
“I’m Billy Rockefeller.” The second man held out a hand and gave Sophie a firm shake. Judy’s husband wore his blue jacket with a presidential pin like a Masters champion. His perfect posture hinted at an unyielding spine.
“Hi,” Sophie released him to go take her assigned seat.
Billy sat as the reverend approached the podium and opened the meeting with a recap of the previous month’s meeting before everyone bowed their heads to pray.
“Please bless this wondrous gathering of these wondrous people out to protect the earth itself.” The reverend’s voice rose in pitch and volume. “And bless our guest today. Let her see the folly of destroying the God-given earth and all its bounty. Let Christ guide us, his hand firm and deadly if need be. May the might of the Lord fill us, guide us, and pummel those who oppose us.”
The group gave a collective amen as Sophie searched for the closest exit, her heart in her throat. Did he say “deadly”? The twangy song from Deliverance danced
through her head. The reverend turned the podium over to Billy Rockefeller.
Billy stood and crossed to the podium, his black flack boots ringing loud and strong across the stage. Flack boots with a fancy jacket? Weird.
He rested both hands on the hard wood and waited with a dramatic pause before speaking. “Thanks for coming out today, folks. The first item on the agenda involves the protection of the wolves in the area.”
Sophie felt the blood drain from her face when she noticed a handgun tucked casually into Billy’s waistband.
He continued. “At this point, the wolves are threatening our livestock—our very livelihood. What do we do to threats like that?”
“Eliminate them,” came the collective response.
Surely this wasn’t a veiled threat directed toward her.
Billy nodded. “There’s a court trial going on regarding the wolves near tribal lands right now. I’ll let you know the outcome as soon as I can.”
Sophie frowned. She felt safe disagreeing with the tribe; she felt anything but safe sitting like easy prey behind the metal table. What had she gotten herself into? She mentally shook her head. Boy, was her imagination going crazy.
Billy cleared his throat. “The second item on the agenda involves the new development proposal in front of the county commissioners. It includes a golf course. The designer, Sophie Smith, is here today to answer any questions.” He inclined his head toward Sophie.
She stood, her legs shaky. Was she supposed to go to the podium or just turn around? Not wanting to be too near Billy, she just partially turned with her back to the wall so she could see everybody.
A sandy blond–haired man with a thick goatee raised a hand, and Billy nodded at him. “I’m Fred Gregton. I’m wondering how much human life is worth to your development group?”
Sophie frowned. “I don’t understand your question, Mr. Gregton.”
“Of course you don’t. More traffic on the road from Maverick is going to kill somebody, Miss Smith. I’m just wondering if your development group gives a shit about that,” Gregton said.
A couple of people nodded.
“Well…” Sophie leaned forward, her heart beating rapidly. “It’s my understanding the traffic study conducted by the developer shows that the road is fine.”
“Bullshit.” Gregton spat on the floor.
Sophie’s temper began to stir among the fear.
Another hand went up, this one belonging to a middle-age woman in a denim jumper. “I’d like to know why you’re the only one here today. Where is the developer?”
Sophie floundered for an answer. “Their headquarters is in southern California.”
“Will more people go to the hearing in front of the county commissioners?” the woman asked.
Sophie nodded. “I know one of the Group’s attorneys will be there, but I haven’t heard who else will attend.”
“So,” Gregton spoke up again as the crowd seemed to get restless, “we’re not important enough for them to meet with.”
“They sent me, Mr. Gregton.” Just how out-of-hand would this crazy group get? It was apparent most of them were armed. Why were so many guns needed just for an informational meeting? Sophie’s gaze flew to the door at the sound of hoofbeats outside. Great. More people to contend with.
Two imposing forms soon filled the doorway.
Chapter Ten
Sophie’s stomach stopped churning as Quinn and Colton strode inside and sat on the farthest bench from the dais. They’d both dressed in dusty jeans, denim shirts, scuffed boots, and cowboy hats, obviously having been working on the ranch.
“Are you a ranch hand or the sheriff today, Lodge?” Billy asked from his podium.
Quinn tipped back his gray Stetson and slowly pulled off his leather gloves, his dark gaze meeting Billy’s across the room. “I’m always the sheriff to you.”
Billy flushed a deep red and glared. “I find it interesting you’d attend today.”
“Why?” Colton settled back against the hard wood. “We’re concerned citizens.”
“Isn’t the tribe opposing the development?” Reverend Mosby asked.
Quinn shrugged. “Our attorney can describe our official position when he arrives.”
“Your attorney is coming?” Judy said from her seat in the front row.
“Yes. He was a bit farther away and asked us to come and save him a seat,” Colton said, his eyes warm on Sophie.
Sophie’s heartbeat slowed to a dull gallop. She was safe. At least for now. “Are there any more questions about the development?”
A young woman in faded calico raised her hand. “Have you done any studies about what the development will do to the local tax base? I mean, will our property taxes increase?”
Billy answered before Sophie could. “Of course they’ll go up, Jeanine. A high-end country club development with mansions right next door? We’ll all pay more just so out-of-towners have a place to golf for a couple of months in the summer.”
“What about the lake?” A twenty-something man with long blond hair, faded jeans, and a green flannel shirt hissed out. “Does anybody care that a golf course will do nothing but pollute Mineral Lake with fertilizers, sewer problems, and such? And what about water supply? Our wells go dry now. Add watering a golf course in, and we’re screwed.”
Sophie sat up and placed her hands on the table. “The plan calls for a type-one irrigation system, which basically recycles water, cleans it, and then reuses it to irrigate the golf course. Your wells won’t be affected.” A rumbling of disbelief filled the room as several people shook their heads. It didn’t matter what she said. The crowd didn’t want to hear it. Her heart sank. “Are there any more questions?”
Gregton raised his hand again, his eyes lasers through the dim light. “Yeah. How much did you pay to bribe the county commissioners this time?”
A shadow fell across the aisle as Jake asked from the doorway, “What was that?” Danger coated his voice with a softness that slammed silence into the room.
Gregton shifted in his seat, and Sophie fought the urge to cheer.
“Don’t tell me you represent the commissioners and are going to sue me for slander,” Gregton sneered.
“Yes, I do. And I will sue, if need be.” Jake took three steps into the room—all male animal in a deep navy suit with tan silk tie.
Gregton dipped his head toward Sophie. “You gonna sue me on her behalf, too?”
Jake’s eyes darkened to coal as he ran his gaze over her from head to toe. He turned back to Gregton and slowly shook his head, his jaw tightening to iron. “No. You insult her, and we’re stepping outside.”
“Is that a fact?” A thick man next to Gregton clomped to his feet while two others followed suit.
“It is,” Jake affirmed.
Quinn and Colton moved behind him. The three brothers formed a powerful wall that gave Sophie the first peace of mind she’d felt all day.
…
Jake eyed the crazy son-of-a-bitch and shoved all anger into a box to be dealt with later. It took the combination of his military training and his legal education to keep him from going for Gregton’s throat. Even with a strong hold on his temper, chances were blood was going to fly.
The fanatical group used intimidation to get their way, and he doubted bloodshed would bother them much. When he’d heard Sophie had headed there alone, he’d panicked for the first time in years.
Truly panicked.
Thank goodness for his brothers. Quinn would back him in an instant, even if it meant losing his sheriff’s position. Colton would fight to the end for him, too. As Sophie stood so defiantly up front, he wondered who’d fought for her in the past. Suddenly, his chest hurt.
So he smiled to reassure her that he was there for her. “This is over. Come on, Sophie.”
She faltered, her blue eyes
too big in her pale face. Then she pushed away from the table.
“Now there, boys,” Billy said from the podium, his eyes on the crowd. “I believe we’re finished with our questions for Miss Smith.” He nodded her way. “Thank you for coming today.” His gaze beseeched her to make a quick exit.
“Thank you for inviting me,” she murmured while walking into the aisle.
Jake moved slightly to the right so she’d keep her focus on him and not on the angry people.
Relief filtered across her face, and she made it to his side without mishap. When he took her arm and ushered her toward the door, his muscles finally unwound. Several pairs of eyes bored holes into their backs as they left.
She released a pent-up breath as they walked into the sun. “I can’t thank you enough.”
“We’re not hitting anybody?” Colton grimaced and stomped toward the chestnut stallion tied to a nearby tree.
“Guess not,” Quinn rumbled as he stalked toward his own mount and lifted himself into the saddle. He smiled. “It’s always interesting, Sophie.”
Jake cleared his throat and tightened his grip around Sophie’s bicep. “Thank you.”
Both of his brothers nodded.
Sophie gave a halfhearted wave as Quinn and Colton rode into the nearby trees. “Thanks for the support.”
For now, they needed to get out of there. “Get in your car, and I’ll follow you to Shiller’s.” Jake gave her a gentle push toward her Jeep.
Sophie escaped into the green vehicle and drove toward the main road and Jake followed, keeping a close eye until they reached Shiller’s.
He was out of his truck before she’d even closed the door of her rental car. “What in the hell were you doing meeting with that crazy group all by yourself?” He knew he towered over her, and maybe frightened her, but something in him didn’t give a shit. How dare she put herself in such danger?
She shifted so her back rested against the hard metal of the vehicle and shrugged. “They wanted to meet. I didn’t know they were nuts.”
“They’re nuts,” Jake confirmed. He had no right to be so angry with her—she wasn’t his. Yet tension still squeezed up his throat. “The Rockefellers changed their name three years ago. They used to be the Johnsons.”
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