A Cowboy in Manhattan(14)
“It’s too dangerous for you to be cycling around the ranch,” he informed her.
“In your opinion.”
“In everybody’s opinion.”
“So you decided to stop me?”
He nodded sharply. “I did.”
“Don’t you think that might be a little high-handed?”
“What? Keeping you safe?”
“I’m a grown woman, Reed.”
“And?”
“And it’s not up to you to decide how to keep me safe.”
He gave a grunt of disbelief. “I’m the one who has to come rescue you.”
“Nobody asked you to rescue me.”
“Mandy did.”
“Well, I didn’t.”
“So, I should have left you there?”
“You should have asked me before disabling my bicycle.”
She wasn’t sure why she was drawing this out. Truth was, it was going to be a whole lot easier to bike in here where it was smoother on her ankle and she didn’t have to watch for obstacles and worry about breakdowns.
“Do you want me to take it apart?”
She caught a glimpse of hurt in his tightening expression and instantly regretted her reaction. “No. No, I don’t.”
“Good enough, then.” His tone was sharp. He turned on his heel, leaving Katrina alone.
Three
No good deed ever went unpunished. Reed banged a frying pan against the stovetop, wondering if he was just too stupid to remember that fact.
He was up to here with being criticized and having his efforts go unappreciated. It was one of his father’s favorite head games, pretending to want one thing, then changing the rules at the last minute and acting as though Reed had misunderstood the instructions.
He turned the sausages in the big skillet and cracked a couple of more eggs into a glass bowl.
“Smells good,” came Caleb’s voice as he entered the room, making a show of sniffing the air. “I can’t believe you’re such a good cook.”
“I can’t believe you’re such a hopeless cook,” Reed returned.
His brother had spent the past ten years building up his business, Active Equipment, while living in downtown Chicago. If it weren’t for restaurants and take-out food Caleb would have starved to death years ago.
“I thought you’d be out working by now.” Caleb crossed to the coffeemaker, snagged a cup from the lowest shelf and poured himself some coffee.
“Guess I’m just lazy.”
“Whoa,” Caleb drew back at the tone of Reed’s voice. “What’s up?”
“Nothin’.” Reed took a fork and beat the dozen eggs into a scramble, adding onions, peppers and a dollop of milk.
Caleb settled back against the countertop. “It’s just you and me here, bro. He’s gone.”
Reed drew a breath and forced his features to neutral. “I know he’s gone. Corby says the parts are in for the irrigation system on the oat field. Thought I’d start up there.”
“Get one of the hands to do it.”
“No need.” Reed wasn’t about to become an armchair rancher. The irrigation system needed fixing, and he knew how to fix it.
Caleb took a long sip of the black coffee. “Did you get a chance to look at the ranch manager résumés?”
“Not yet.”
“Are you ever going to look at the ranch manager résumés?”
“Said I would.” Reed dumped the egg mixture into a sizzling pan. Caleb was the one who wanted to hire a full-time manager. Reed didn’t have a problem running the ranch himself.
“Who put the burr under your butt this morning?”
“Morning, Caleb,” came Katrina’s voice. Her soft footsteps sounded in the pass-through as she entered the kitchen from the living room.
Reed reached for a spatula, stirring the eggs without turning around. He could feel his brother’s gaze linger on him a moment longer.
“Morning, Katrina,” Caleb offered cheerfully. “Sleep well?”
“I did. Thank you.” Her voice was sweet, melodious, without a trace of upset. Obviously, she’d moved on. Well, he would, too.
He turned to face her. “Eggs?”
Puzzlement flicked through her blue eyes. “No, thank you.”