Play It Safe(33)

I bit my lip and looked back across the creek, letting it go and noting, “He didn’t look much like a rancher cowboy to me.”

And he didn’t. Smooth hands. Nice clothes. Gray’s clothes were nice, masculine, decent-quality, attractive but durable and not showy. And his hands were nice, beautiful actually, but that didn’t mean they weren’t callused. He was a man who worked with his hands. Bud Sharp was not.

“Buddy Sharp has got a lot of problems. One of ‘em’s bein’ a pansy-ass. He doesn’t like hard work. Sends his Dad over the edge. Got some degree, don’t know what, works one county over at the flagship branch of that county’s bank. Heard word, since Bud spread it, he makes big money. He’s got two sisters. Daddy Sharp is not feelin’ much joy with his son. You got land, you pass it down to your boy you spend a lifetime trainin’ to work it. You do not pass it down to your daughter’s husband unless you have no son.”

“Daddy Sharp share this with his son?” I asked quietly.

“Frequently and publicly which means also frequently privately,” Gray answered.

“So, seeing as Buddy is not into ranching and probably couldn’t care less about your land, he took the family feud with you in a different way.”

I felt Gray move and my eyes went back to him to see his movement meant he was looking at me.

“Not a family feud, Ivey, we get along fine. They make offers, we decline. They got twice as much land as us, though, not near as pretty.” He grinned yet again and I returned it. Then he continued, “They run livestock, got two orchards, a vineyard, they make wine. I hire hands for peach season and bring in help when I’m breakin’ a horse. Other than that, it’s just me. Jeb Sharp, he’s got five ranch hands, full time. I lost my mind, accepted an offer, they’d be happy to expand their operation. The answer’s no, Jeb don’t care.”

“So what’s Buddy’s problem?”

“Fuck if I know,” he muttered, looking back across the creek. “Though my Dad lived his life tellin’ me often he loved me and was proud of me. He died and I knew those two things down to my bones. Don’t know what would drive me if my Dad was openly disappointed in me for bein’ just who I was which wasn’t bad until I became an ass**le.”

I again couldn’t hold it back and laughed silently, this shaking my body so Gray looked back down at me, the dimple out.

Then I sobered and said softly, “You are who his father wants him to be.”

“Say again?”

I turned and pressed my front to his side, tipping my head way back. “Gray, you are who Jeb Sharp wants his son to be. And if he doesn’t mind frequently and publicly telling his son he’s disappointed in who he’s become, it probably stands to reason that the personification of that right across a creek has passed his lips on more than one occasion.”

Gray’s eyes drifted across the creek as he muttered, “Well, f**k me.”

“Then again, maybe Jeb Sharp doesn’t say anything and Bud Sharp just looks at you and knows. So, he bests you somehow, with women or earning money or whatever, he proves to his father and everyone that he’s better.” Gray looked back at me and I advised, “Maybe you should throw him a bone.”

That got me a treat, the best gift I ever received. And this was, while Gray burst out laughing and I got to watch and listen, his body also shifted so we were front to front, his other arm stole around me and he held me tight.

When he sobered but was still smiling big and beautiful, his eyes tipped down to me and he asked, “And what do you reckon I should throw him, dollface?” Before I could answer this unanswerable question, his face got warm, his arms got tighter and he kept talking. “’Cause, see, just found me something I like a lot, Bud likes her just as much and she’s a bone no f**kin’ way I’m gonna throw.”

I felt my body ease against his just as my legs trembled.

“Gray,” I whispered.

One of Gray’s hands drifted up my back, my neck and held me at the base of my head.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, Ivey,” he said softly and my body eased more into his even as I felt my eyes sting with tears. I battled for control as he went on, “I got shit to do today and it sucks, but soon, I gotta put you in my truck and take you back. Sayin’ that, after I’m done, I’m gonna drive back into town and pick you up. I want you in my house eatin’ dinner tonight then I want you to stay with me and watch TV. Your brother’s got a place to be, I talk to Manny after I drop you off, you give up that room because I ‘spect you need the money. No strings, no funny stuff, you sleep under my roof but in your own bed. We take that at your pace. But he’s screwin’ around with whatever he’s screwin’ around with and you and me are gettin’ to know each other, you don’t need to blow whatever stash you got on a hotel. You with me?”

I was but I wasn’t.

“Gray, your Gran,” I whispered.

“Love her, she helped raise me but, honey, I’m a man and I make the decisions that pertain to my life and it’s my house even though it’s both our homes. I’m not gonna lie, she’s not gonna like it but I also don’t care. She’s an adult, you are and so am I. She’ll have to deal.”

“I’m not sure that’s cool,” I said quietly.