Redemption on Rivers Ranch

by Kathy Douglass

  “Part of the roof came off.” Emma tried and failed to keep her features neutral. “A few broken windows. Some damage to the exterior siding. Apparently, the contractor I hired cut some corners.”

  “This is your idea for the perfect wedding venue?”

  “I can fix it. I just need a new contractor.”

  “The wedding is in six weeks.” Holly shook her head. “I need to get invitations out now. I have no dress, very little budget. I don’t even know how I’m going to pay for any of it.” She let out a small groan. “This is a disaster, right? Even more than I’m admitting. I have to call Brett. He has to call his mom. How am I going to handle letting her take over my life?”

  “You’re not.” Emma swiveled on her bar stool so she fully faced the other woman. “We can handle this. I can do this. I’m motivated and insanely organized.”

  “Insane is one word for it,” Holly said with a laugh. “Why do you want to help me?”

  “Because I need a fresh start as much as you.” She wasn’t sure why helping Holly felt so important to her, but it did. Just like this woman with her influential in-laws, Emma could cut her losses and call her mom to bail her out. Gillian would do it, but the price was far too high. She had to find a way to make this work on her own.

  “We’ll arrange the payment details as we go along, and I want to document everything for the inn’s website. The progress on renovating the house once more might be picked up by a few regional or national press outlets. The publicity from an event like this could launch my inn as a premier destination location. It’s like hosting a royal wedding.”

  “It could launch you or it could sink you.” Holly scrunched up her nose. “It could sink us both. Even if you somehow pull off getting Niall’s house ready to host, there’s so much more that was destroyed in the storm.” Her gaze turned wistful. “You won’t believe it, but I found the most beautiful wedding dress in a secondhand store right here in town. It was a Belle Vie and perfect for me. Brett’s mom was even mad about that because the designer caused some big scandal in New York City. But the dress was so beautiful I didn’t care. Now I’ve got nothing.”

  “You’ve got me,” Emma told her, excitement thrumming through her. It was madness to make this kind of deal with a total stranger, but it felt right, and Emma had few other options at this point. “We’ll figure it out. At least give it a try. Come to the house tomorrow and we’ll talk about a plan. Everything is more manageable with the right plan.”

  Holly traced a finger around the rim of her shot glass. “I showed up here tonight because I thought everything was more manageable with alcohol.”

  Emma laughed and then caught Al’s attention, lifting her empty shot glass with one hand and two fingers on the other. “Then let’s drink to our new partnership. The one that’s going to save us both.”

  Copyright © 2021 by Michelle Major

  Keep reading for an excerpt from Winning Mr. Charming by Heatherly Bell.

  Winning Mr. Charming

  by Heatherly Bell

  Chapter One

  Cole Kinsella sat at a booth in the Salty Dog Bar & Grill, holding the application of one Valerie Hill. He needed a new server, but as he perused the résumé, he didn’t see any recent experience listed. She’d last been employed as a third grade teacher in Missouri.

  “She’s a long way from home,” Cole said to Sub, his yellow Lab, who lay sprawled on the floor.

  With limited experience and all in the past, she was wasting her time, and he wondered why she wanted the job. The Salty Dog was busy on any given night as the only bar to serve both locals and tourists in Charming, Texas. Since he’d taken over, he’d kept most of the staff, but a couple of waitresses had recently quit. He didn’t want to believe it, but if the rumors were true, they’d left because they believed the Salty Dog wouldn’t be around much longer.

  A few months ago, the Charming Historical Society had laid down the law. Make the required improvements to his establishment, or it would be shut down until such time as he complied. As the only bar in Charming, and a historical landmark, the Salty Dog was something that the society very much wanted to stay open. But those pesky repairs couldn’t wait much longer.

  He tapped his wristwatch. His prospective employee was two minutes late. Still, he reminded himself, two minutes wasn’t a big deal to civilians. Just then the wooden double door opened, and a woman rushed inside, scanning the area. Beautiful and tall, with dark hair, she wore a short dress that revealed long legs that went on for a country mile. He rose to tell her they weren’t open for another couple of hours, and his chest seized when he met her gaze. Her shimmering brown eyes were incredibly familiar.

  Valerie. His Valerie.

  He hadn’t made the connection until now. Because he’d known Valerie Villanueva. Which meant she was married. Of course.

  Did you really think she would still be single fourteen years later?

  Predictably, Sub rose and began to whine, waiting for Cole to give him the hand command and permission to approach. But before Cole could, Valerie bent to pet Sub, making all the usual goo-goo phrases.

  Hello, baby.

  Aren’t you precious?

  Who’s a good boy?

  Then she stood to face him. “Hello, Cole.”

  Her soft lilt of a voice was also familiar, and he fought to keep from gaping. She might be a decade older, but she was still breathtaking.

  “Hey, darlin’. That’s Sub, short for Yellow Submarine, and he’s usually in my back office. You here for the interview?” He beckoned her toward the table where her application waited.

  The one listing limited waitressing experience.

  “Yes.”

  “Been a long time.” He waited until she sat first, then sat across from her, putting a safe distance between them.

  “How’ve you been?” She met his eyes, and he caught no hint of anger in them.

  There should be.

  How to summarize fourteen years in a nutshell? He went for brevity. “Busy.”

  “So, uh...” She shifted in her seat. “You’re probably wondering why I’m applying.”

  “Yup. No experience except in college? You’re a teacher. Why would you want to work here?”

  “I need the job. You remember my grandmother.”

  “Of course. Mrs. Villanueva.” How could he forget? If not for Valerie’s visits to see her grandmother in Charming every summer, they might have never met.

  “She’s been sick, as you’ve probably heard. I came back to help take care of her. Cole, I need this job. And I waitressed in college at Mizzou, so it will all come back to me.”

  “You sure, sweetheart? It can get pretty crazy. We get a rowdy crowd in here sometimes. You do remember Texas?”

  She slid him a look that told him she remembered.

  Everything.

  “I can handle it. But I don’t want you to give me this job because you feel like you owe me. Because you don’t.”

  He did. At the very least, an explanation. But he sure didn’t owe her a job. “Okay. Then I don’t—”

  “Wait.” She held up a palm. “I changed my mind.”

  “You don’t want the job?”

  “I think you should give me the job, or at least give me a chance, because we were...we were friends once.” Her fingers drummed on the table. She seemed nervous, and she’d just rewritten history.

  He fought a smile. By his definition, they were a bit more than friends. And he should not be thinking these randy thoughts about a married woman. But he got it. They’d both been eighteen that last summer. Kids. Stupid ones, at that. He was speaking for himself now.

  Maybe he should give Valerie a chance. He remembered her as being enthusiastic and a quick learner. He’d taken her out on the water with him, and though she claimed she’d never been on a paddleboard before, she’d learne
d. Still, this said nothing about her waitressing skills. He would be taking a risk in hiring her. And for a new and struggling business owner, that might not be a great decision.

  “How long are you going to be in Charming?” he asked, though this had nothing to do with the job. At the moment, he needed waitresses. In this business, he expected high turnover.

  He was intrigued. Maybe she and Mr. Hill had a couple of children and he wondered how Valerie could stay away an entire summer.

  “Just the summer. I’ll go back to Columbia and my teaching job in the fall.”

  He thought about how many times he’d watched her leave at the end of the summer, figuring that nothing truly good in his life lasted. Two short months was all he ever got from her. Whether or not it made sense, he’d felt abandoned. Back then, he’d have given her a thousand jobs just to get her to stay. The least he could do was help her out for a short time, for old times’ sake.

  “Well, all right then, let’s give this a try. Temporary trial basis to see how you work out. I’ll get you an apron and you can start tonight.” He stood, held out his hand and winked. “It’s good to see you again, Mrs. Valerie Hill.”

  Her hand was small and warm in his and she squeezed back.

  “Actually, I’m legally changing it back to Valerie Villanueva. I’m divorced.”

  * * *

  Valerie hadn’t meant to just blurt out the news. How do you do? I’m Valerie, and I’m divorced. What’s new with you? Her Missouri driver’s license, issued when she was married, had her ex-husband’s last name. She’d never imagined there would be so much paperwork and time involved in an uncontested divorce.

  “You’re not going to be sorry about this. I promise.”

  He nodded and handed her an apron. “Good deal. See ya tonight.”

  She saluted. Not sure why. He blinked, so she quickly corrected and waved instead, then with one last pet to his beautiful dog she rushed outside into the hot and humid July afternoon before Cole could change his mind. That had gone well if she said so herself. She’d barely noticed that Cole had grown into his good looks. Now he wasn’t a pretty surfer boy with his honey brown hair always golden at the tips. His dimples used to make him look boyish, now they were just plain sexy. He was tall and rugged, with sinewy forearms. She’d noticed a small scar under his left eyebrow. And he still owned an irresistible smile.

  But she wasn’t going to notice any of that.

  She wasn’t in Charming for him, or any man.

  Valerie was here this summer for Patsy Villanueva, her father’s mother, and the reason she’d enjoyed summers in Charming every year of her life growing up. When her parents had argued so contentiously before and after their divorce, Charming had been her escape. Her personal oasis.

  The bucolic, small coastal town was everything she remembered. Picture-postcard perfect, with quaint lighthouses, bridges, jetties and piers jutting out to the sea along the wharf. Along the seawall-protected boardwalk were souvenir gift shops, a small amusement park with a roller coaster, and an old-fashioned Ferris wheel. Gram’s favorite taffy shop, fine seafood dining and the Salty Dog.

  The crisp aroma of the gulf filled the air, along with the tempting smells of her personal weakness. Kettle corn.

  Valerie stopped by the saltwater taffy store for a bag of Gram’s favorite peppermint-flavored candy and climbed in her Oldsmobile station wagon for the short drive to Woodland Estates, the seniors-only mobile home park. She’d been driving the beast because it was the only vehicle available to her. Since she’d dropped everything after her grandmother’s stroke, she’d left behind both her car and the apartment she’d moved into.

  Valerie would have walked the scenic one-mile walk to the wharf or ridden her bicycle, but she hadn’t wanted to be late to her interview with Cole. She’d managed to avoid him since she’d arrived six weeks ago, but when she heard he was hiring, there was no more avoiding Cole Kinsella.

  She maneuvered the throwback Oldsmobile, which had seen better years. As in the 1970s. It felt a bit like driving a boat. A yellow one with wood-panel stripping on the bottom and a sticker in the window that read I Ride with the Angels. God only knew how many miles were on this baby, because no doubt the speedometer had turned over a few times. It moved slowly, like an arthritic vehicle, if there were such a thing. Valerie wasn’t even certain it could go above forty miles an hour.

  She made her way toward her grandmother’s home, dropping down to the five-mile-an-hour limit once she entered the park. The homes were tucked away in a lovely section of town, and from certain vista points one could see the nonoperational lighthouse. According to Gram, someone had converted it into a home and Cole currently lived there.

  “Perfect timing,” Lois Thornton, her grandmother’s friend, said as she met Valerie at the front door. “I was just leaving. The therapist is inside, and Patsy already has her eyes closed. That faker. If you don’t get in there soon, I’m sure she’ll order another battery of tests Patsy doesn’t really need.”

  Last week, her grandmother had pretended to be asleep and missed an entire physical therapy session.

  “Thanks, Lois.”

  Inside, Gram sat in her favorite reclining chair, eyes closed, the therapist next to her with puckered lips and a tight frown on her face.

  “I’m concerned,” she said, catching Valerie’s gaze. “It’s like we’re regressing. She’s suddenly so lethargic.”

  Yeah. Right.

  “Hey, Gram. I’m home.” Valerie placed a hand on her shoulder. “Guess what? I’ve got a job on the boardwalk. And I bought you some peppermint taffy.”

  Gram’s dark eyes fluttered open, wide and dancing with amusement. “Sugar, that’s so good to hear! A job!”

  Valerie crossed her arms. “Lois said you were sleeping?”

  Gram had the decency to look sheepish, rubbing her eyes. “Oh dear. I must have just drifted off there for a second.” Then, as if just noticing the therapist, she said, “Oh, hello there.”

  “How are we today, Mrs. Villanueva?”

  “I don’t know about you. I’m fair to middlin’. Been better, but also been worse. Can’t complain.”

  “Good, good. Now let’s just see how those legs are doing today. We need to do our stretches, or we get weak, don’t we? We can’t have that. You want to be able to chase after those strong and handsome single men.”

  Gram grimaced, giving Valerie the stink eye.

  “No pain, no gain.” Valerie made her way into the kitchen where she started on the dishes from this morning’s breakfast.

  Listening to Gram curse in the background as she never had before she’d become acquainted with PT, Valerie let her mind wander to her interview with Cole. She’d seen him in the distance a few times since she’d been in Charming, and once out on the water, where he practically lived. She had such sweet memories associated with him. Over the years, she’d thought of him now and then. Once, she’d looked him up online to check out his social media and find out if he’d ever been married.

  As far as she could tell, he was still single. They’d been in love long ago, just kid stuff. She’d been foolish and was now a little embarrassed by that young, silly girl. It didn’t make sense to still be attracted to him after all this time. Because that much had been obvious, given the way her heart had slammed against her rib cage the moment she’d shook his hand. That should not be happening. She hadn’t planned for that at all. They’d both had very different opinions on their relationship status years ago, but she’d now been through a lot worse than the pain Cole Kinsella had put her through, and survived.

  She’d get past this latest wrinkle, too.

  Last week, while going through Gram’s mail, she’d found a notice. She’d ripped open the envelope and been shocked to find that Gram owed several thousand dollars to Woodland Estates. She was behind on her space rental payments, plus the late fees that h
ad accumulated. The Villanueva family had struggled for years, but they’d always gotten by with hard work. Her father had been the first to go to college, Valerie the second, and pride surrounded that accomplishment. Pride in knowing they didn’t need to ask for assistance from anyone. Leave that for the far less fortunate, her grandfather used to say.

  Valerie learned that her grandfather had always handled the bills. They were old school that way. In fact, the man had been so vigilant that he’d paid off the mortgage and some of the bills in advance for an entire year, knowing that he was ill, and might not survive the cancer diagnosis. Always taking care of his wife even in death. It would have been even better if he’d educated Gram instead.

  Because he hadn’t survived, and bills were the last thing on Gram’s mind in her state of grief. Then the stroke had happened.

  Gram had been sitting outside in her backyard enjoying sweet iced tea with her friends when she’d risen to get more cookies and fallen on the stone-paved patio. Her friends, all from the park, weren’t strong enough to help her up. They’d dialed 911, to Gram’s utter humiliation.

  “Those good-looking young men came right on over, and I didn’t know what to do sitting on the floor like I had good sense. There weren’t enough cookies for them because I hadn’t expected that much company. I just fanned and fanned mahself while I assured them I was just fine and dandy. But they wouldn’t hear of it!”

  “Good Lord, woman, do you come by being a sadist naturally or was this a skill you learned in school?” Gram now screeched. “My leg doesn’t bend that way!”

  Valerie winced with sympathy pain. The pushing and pulling of tight muscles must be agony, but it was the only way to get to the other side of mobility. Gram couldn’t have her muscles atrophy and just give up on moving because it hurt too much. That would be the easy way out.

  And the Villanuevas did not do easy.

  Copyright © 2021 by Heatherly Bell

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