Summer Days (Fool's Gold #7)(25)

Still chuckling at the thought of cat mind-control, she carried the fresh milk toward the house. She was halfway across the yard when she realized that an SUV and a Mercedes were in the yard. Vehicles she recognized. Rafe and May had dropped by early.

It had been two days since their last visit—when she’d gone riding with Rafe and had found herself oddly attracted to the one person who was out to get her. Chemistry, she thought as she walked into the house. It could make a fool of you every time.

“Good morning,” she said, setting the clean metal buckets on the counter.

May sat at the table with Glen, a box of pastries between them. Rafe leaned against the counter. While his mother was all smiles and hellos, Rafe regarded her with an unreadable expression.

“Oh, you were milking. I’d like to see that,” May said. “Do you think I could learn how to do it?”

“Sure. It’s not that hard. The main rule is to keep everything clean and sanitary. A challenge when it comes to goats.”

“You sell raw milk?” Rafe asked, his tone very similar to the one a person would use to ask if the entrée contained poop.

“Every day.”

“So many people see the benefits of organic goat’s milk,” May said with an enthusiastic smile. “Oh, Rafe, this is going to be so fun.”

This? This, as in…

Rafe turned to Heidi. “My mother has decided she would prefer to stay here, rather than at the hotel. If it’s all right with you, of course.”

The latter was added simply to be polite. Heidi got that. May’s decision to “work things out” was the only reason Glen wasn’t currently in jail. Until the judge ruled, it made sense to play nice. But May living here and—

Heidi felt her mouth drop open. Rafe raised an eyebrow and nodded imperceptibly.

“Yes, I’ll be joining her.”

Because he wasn’t leaving until the case was settled, and a guy like that wouldn’t let his mother come live on the ranch by herself.

This couldn’t be happening. Both of them at the house? May wasn’t a problem, but Rafe?

She wanted to say the place wasn’t big enough, but there were six bedrooms and a bathroom on each floor. Something May and Rafe would know, having lived here before.

“You know we haven’t had the chance to remodel anything,” Heidi said weakly. “The bathrooms are pretty ancient, and the beds are worn and not very comfortable.”

“It will be perfect,” May assured her.

Heidi glanced at her grandfather, but Glen was busy stirring his coffee. She had a bad feeling that the issue had been discussed while she was out with the goats and Glen had agreed without any protest.

“I hope you don’t mind,” May continued, “but Rafe and I have taken the liberty of picking out our rooms. I’m going to stay downstairs.”

Heidi glared at her grandfather. Glen was downstairs. No doubt he was pleased by the arrangement, but if he thought sleeping with May was a good idea, he was beyond wrong. Heidi was going to have to figure out a way to talk some sense into him.

“Which makes us roommates,” Rafe murmured. “All right. Housemates.”

Heidi swung her gaze to his and wanted to stomp her foot at the amusement she saw lurking in his brown irises. Oh, sure. He thought this was funny.

“You know there’s only one bathroom upstairs,” she said.

“I can share.”

“Fine. Of course, you’re welcome to stay here.” She would get through this, figure out a way to pay back the money owed and get on with her life. In a year or two, what was happening right now would be little more than a funny story to share with her friends.

“Let’s get your things out of the car,” Glen said, rising to his feet.

Heidi let him go without saying anything. She would corner her grandfather later and remind him why he had to act like a perfect gentleman around May. No seduction allowed.

She walked to the pantry and picked up several sterilized glass one-quart milk bottles. Rafe walked with her, grabbing four and following her back to the kitchen.

“I went upstairs,” he told her.

“I’m not even surprised. Did you happen to go through my underwear drawer while you were there?”

“No. Did you want me to?”

She ignored that, and him. After setting a stainless steel funnel into the first bottle, she raised the bucket and began to pour.

“You’re in my old room.”

It was a testament to her upper-body strength that the flow from the bucket barely wavered.

“Do you want it back?”

“No, you keep it. I took the one next door.” He walked toward the back door, then paused. “I hope you don’t snore.”

* * *

GLEN DID A GREAT JOB of avoiding his granddaughter, but Heidi tracked him down shortly before dinner. It took her standing outside the bathroom while he showered and shaved. She listened to the familiar old songs he hummed as he worked. They reminded her of when she was a little girl and had been frightened of the thunderstorms that rolled across the plains states. Glen had always held her tight during the storms, humming music popular a generation before she was born.

She enjoyed the memories, but refused to let them sway her. They were in a lot of trouble, and Glen had the power to make their situation much worse.