Shoulda Been a Cowboy
She’d been an idiot, which was basically her track record with men, as she knew now. But she’d been so innocent then that she hadn’t realized she could be so wrong about another person.
Jake had been her introduction to that. Jake should’ve served as a warning. Because the next day, Jake had been gone. And the day after that Jake had still been gone. And the day after that.
He had never come back. Hadn’t graduated. At least not at their school. His father was still in town, but Jake was gone. The older man had never reported him missing, so she’d assumed he knew where he was.
But she hadn’t.
She hadn’t seen him after that day in the library until last week when he’d come riding back into town, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought about him in the years between.
She’d thought about Jake Caldwell far more often than was reasonable.
And she was still thinking of him, though it was sort of hard not to when the man was showering just on the other side of her living room wall.
She heard another thump, followed by a very male sound, something that verged on a grunt. She froze, her wine glass touching the edge of her lip.
She shouldn’t be listening to him. It was a violation of his privacy, and there was no excuse for her to be sitting there trying to work out exactly what was going on.
But then, in her defense, this was sort of an invasion of her privacy too. She was a hostage to the noise. Yes, she could move further away from the wall. And yes, she did not have to lean in closer to it, or hold her breath so that she didn’t miss anything, but this was her home and if she wanted to sit at an awkward angle and listen intently to the activity happening next door, she had every right.
She heard another sound, similar to the first and heat flooded her face as realization crept over her. She suddenly had a guess as to what exactly was happening in the shower. That realization should have sent her searching for a pair of earplugs. Instead, she set her glass of wine down on the coffee table and, biting her lip, leaned even closer to the wall.
Unbidden, her eyes fluttered closed, images filtering through her mind. His muscular body, water sluicing over his bare skin, and his hand wrapped around his—
She swallowed hard.
Her heart was beating in her ears, and she willed it to slow down so that it didn’t block out any of her auditory entertainment. Guilt played companion to the tightening ball of adrenaline in her stomach. But it wasn’t enough to stop her.
It had been a long time since she’d felt like this. A long time since she felt that sweet anticipation, that low-level hum of excitement that ran along every nerve ending, shooting sparks through every vein.
She was unwilling to let it go. Unwilling to do anything that might break the spell she was under.
She heard one more sound, a short, harsh groan and a curse, then the water shut off and she was left feeling unsatisfied, hollow and unsteady.
She picked the wine glass back up and gulped the rest of the contents down. She was going to need another glass to forget the sound of Jake’s self-administered pleasure. Another glass to soften the need that was currently cutting into her like a knife.
The temptation to take her own shower and indulge in exactly the same activity was almost overpowering. But she was going to see him tomorrow. She was going to have to look him in the eye and make his coffee, and it was already going to be nearly impossible. If she thought of him while doing...that...it would be the most terminally uncomfortable moment in the history of mankind.
She was going to drink another glass of wine, watch reruns of Gilmore Girls and forget that this ever happened. It shouldn’t be too hard.
She ignored the fact that the moment when she’d put her hand over his fifteen years ago remained one of her most vivid memories. Ignored the fact that that probably meant tonight would be burned into her brain forever.
Because there was no point in dwelling on Jake Caldwell. None at all.
Chapter Three
JAKE WAS SO caught up in the hell that had been his day that it wasn’t until he was inside the coffee shop and in front of the counter, that he remembered.
Then, as his eyes connected with Cassie’s, it all came flooding back.
His shower, and exactly what had gone through his mind when he’d jerked off in what had proven to be a futile effort to get sex off his brain. All he’d wanted was a little relief, but inescapably that moment when her fingers had brushed his hand kept playing through his mind, and then he would picture her face. But not looking uneasy, or blank and carefully professional as she usually did. No, he’d imagined her brown eyes clouded with desire, her full lips pink and swollen. Her dark hair out of its usual ponytail, and spread out over his pillow.
Yeah, he’d pictured that. And now he was standing in front of her in The Grind, those images intermingling with reality. It was official, this place regressed him. He needed to get out. If hours up to his elbows in mud and sheep shit hadn’t proven that, his reaction to her certainly did.
He turned his head at the sound of the bell above the door. A man in a uniform whom he recognized from high school as Eli Garrett walked in. Eli was as clean-cut as ever, tall, dark-haired and smiling. Also fully able to beat the ever-loving shit out of someone should the need arise, Jake had no doubt.
Anyone in a law-enforcement field tended to make Jake nervous. Even though he hadn’t been arrested since high school. And even then, no charges had ever been formally filed.
He deserved it, at least in one case. Stealing money out of the register of the farm and garden where he worked had been pretty low. Especially considering how nice the owners had been. But while he’d been cuffed and taken down to the station, in the end the owners had said there must’ve been some mistake. A little scaring him straight combined with some mercy he knew he hadn’t deserved.
Cassie looked past Jake and smiled. That was not a smile he’d ever seen directed at him and he found himself feeling annoyed that the other man was on the receiving end of it. “Hi, Deputy Garrett. The usual?”
“Yes, Cassie, thank you.”
“Of course. Deputy Garrett, do you remember Jake from high school?”
Great. Now he had to be friendly. He took a breath and turned so that he was facing Eli, then held out his hand. “Jake Caldwell. Back in town for a bit.” He didn’t need to be intimidated. And he didn’t need to stand there feeling ashamed of who he’d been.
“Yeah,” Eli said before accepting Jake’s offered hand and shaking it firmly. “I remember you.”
“That might not be a good thing.”
“Do any of us really want to be remembered for who we were in high school?”
That was a bit more kindness then Jake expected. “I don’t guess.”
“So, what brings you back into town? Moving home?”
Jake bristled at the description of Copper Ridge as home. “My dad died. He left me his estate. I’m just back to get the ranch and things into shape before I put it on the market.”
“Sorry about that.”
“It wasn’t unexpected.” Which was sort of an odd response, but he wasn’t going to stand around and pretend to be grieving. Not considering that he hadn’t even seen his father once in the fifteen years since he left. No one was more surprised than he was that the old man had left him the place.
He nearly snorted. The place and all the shit in it. Junk on the front lawn, stacks of paperwork he would need six months to get through.
“Even so,” Eli said, “sorry to hear it.” Cassie handed a cup of coffee back to him and Eli handed her a five dollar bill before nodding once. “See you around.” He turned and walked away.
“You make a practice of serving customers in front of the line last?” Jake asked, directing the question a Cassie.
“No, it’s just that Deputy Garrett is a busy man.”
“You don’t think I’m a busy man?”
Color flooded her cheeks, and he couldn’t deny that he took a small amount of pleasure in having rattled her. “I’m sure you are. Speaking of busy, you must want your muffin.”
“I would. I would like my muffin.” He didn’t really care about the muffin.
“And your coffee?”
“You can’t eat a muffin without a coffee. I’m not a barbarian.”
“No, I daresay you aren’t. In fact, a lot of people would say muffins are quite civilized. Not really a manly food.”
“Muffins aren’t manly?”
“Well, I don’t get a lot of men in here ordering them.”
“Well, screw that. Muffins are delicious.”
She lifted a shoulder. “Fair point. Delicious blueberry or delicious chocolate?”
“Do you even have to ask? If there’s chocolate, the answer is always chocolate.” Other than securing the rental of the apartment this was the most talking they’d done since he’d come back.
“On that we can agree.” This time, she put both the muffin and the coffee on the counter, rather than handing either directly to him. He was weirdly disappointed by that.
“Since you didn’t drop the muffin, I insist on paying for it today.”
“I suppose I won’t argue with you on that either.”
“Still cash only?” he asked, tugging his wallet out of his pocket. She was not the only business in Copper Ridge that didn’t take debit or credit yet.
“Yeah, for now. I’m getting one of those things for your phone that lets you take credit payment, but I haven’t done it yet.”
“How long have you had this place open?”
“Two years.”
Which explained what seemed to be a bare-bones staff and the very late nights she put in. All the hallmarks of a business that was still trying to get on its feet. “Well, good for you. It’s a lot of work running a business.”
“Do you run one?”
“Not really. I manage one. But I don’t own it. The owner is a friend of mine, and he’s semi-retired.” He’d be all retired soon, and Jake was poised to take over. If he could shake off the bonds that held him here. “The friendship part is just one reason I was able to come here and settle my father’s estate.” Calling that dilapidated piece of property—and the vacant building downtown and this place—an estate was almost laughable, but he wasn’t sure how else to phrase it.
“When you say settle it, what exactly do you mean?”
“What it sounds like. I don’t have anything keeping me here. I’ll be going back to Seattle as soon as I can.”
Cassie drew back as though she’d been slapped. “Oh. Will you have a property manager, or...?”
“No. I won’t need one. Because I won’t have property here anymore.”
Her dark eyes widened and she shot a quick look out to the dining room, before looking back at him. “You mean you’re going to sell?”
“Yeah.”
“All of it though? Not just the ranch?”
“Yeah, did you think I was planning anything else? I’m not going to stay here and play cowboy. It’s not my thing.”
“Well, I thought you might make your intentions explicit considering you own the building I live and work in.”
“I’m a little ways off from listing it, and I had intended to offer the place you.”
“I can’t get a loan for it.”
“Then you can continue to lease it from the person who buys it for me.”
“You’re assuming that the person who buys it from you will allow me to continue leasing it. And that they won’t raise the rate.”
Jake rubbed the back of his neck. This was not the kind of complication he needed. If he had a hope in hell of buying John out eventually like he was planning, he needed to offload these properties. He was in a decent financial situation, but buying a very successful business wasn’t cheap. And sure, he could keep the properties and lease them, but that would rob him of money he could use as a down payment, and land him with a bigger mortgage than he was comfortable with. In addition to that, he would have to get someone to manage things in Copper Ridge for him, and all of it would just keep him tied to a place he had no desire to be tied to.
And he felt sorry for Cassie, he did. But warm fuzzy feelings weren’t going to get him where he needed to go.
“Well, we have some time to figure it out.” Even though he knew he would arrive at the same conclusion regardless of how much time passed.
“I’m not sure I like that.”
“What?”
“That non-answer. It might be easy for you to just leave things up in the air, because you have all the control. I’m the one whose livelihood and home hang in the balance.”
“Look, I really hate to be a jackass about this, but it isn’t my problem. My problem right now is getting all of the shit off of my dad’s property. Because if I don’t do it myself it’s going to cost me a crapload of money that I don’t want to spend. And trust me, coordinating the removal of rusty cars, old toilets and fucking chickens is not as much fun as it sounds.”
“It doesn’t sound fun at all.”
“I know, that was kind of the point.”
“You’re removing chickens and helpless coffee shop owners. Big week for you.”
“I’m re-homing them. And I’m not doing anything with you. Yet.”
“As you make your decision, remember, you owe me for yesterday’s muffin.”
He frowned. “It was on you. Because you dropped it on the floor.”
“That was before I knew you were intent on throwing me out onto the streets.”
“I am not throwing you out onto the streets.”
She lifted her hands and then slapped them down against her thighs. “You might be. You don’t know. You’re going to wash your hands of me. And leave me to be devoured by the winds of fate.”
“That is... Just a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
“It’s not dramatic at all! You are talking about selling my building out from under me. I don’t think there is an overdramatic where that’s concerned.”
“If that were the case. But nothing has been decided, there is no specific buyer threatening to take anything from you, and I am not paying you for the muffin.”
“You know what? That’s just petty, is what that is. You were going to pay me for the muffin, and then I told you not to, but now I want you to, and you won’t.”
“That’s because you’re being retaliatory. And I think it’s small.” He was more amused by all this than he should be. More amused by her than he should be. But she was quick, and she was a lot more fiery than he remembered her being in high school.
“Oh, so now I’m small? Yeah, I’m small. That’s what I am. A small business owner. And I’m being crushed by The Man.”
Jake had never been accused of being The Man before in his life. He didn’t exactly have the look for it. “I am not crushing you. And I’m going upstairs now. Where I can eat my muffin without being abused.”
“Abused? I would’ve thought you were a bit sturdier than this, Caldwell.”
“I’m very sturdy. I promise you that. I just also happen to have an aversion to histrionics.”
He turned and headed back toward the door,. He didn’t have the luxury of worrying about Cassie Ventimiglia and her coffee shop. Yeah, it would suck if whoever bought the place took it out from under her. But he was sure there were terms that could be worked out. And yeah, maybe her rent would go up, but she was underpaying. He also knew she didn’t have a predetermined amount of time on her lease. So she didn’t have any protection in that manner either.
And sure, it made him feel bad. But not enough to willingly submit to holding onto a piece of Copper Ridge. Not enough to submit to holding onto a piece of the Caldwell family.
There was a reason he had left all those years ago. And the reason was as valid today as it had been then.
Cassie didn’t know. Nobody did. And that meant the way he handled things was nobody’s damn business but his.
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