Summer Days (Fool's Gold #7)(91)

“Good morning,” she said, setting the milk on the long table.

May put her hands on her hips. “You’ll finish there and come into the kitchen. You’re not leaving this ranch without talking to me. Is that clear?”

Glen had been a loving grandparent. He’d preferred to leave the discipline to others. Even so, Heidi recognized the steely tone, the promise that she didn’t want to know the consequences of disobeying.

“Yes, ma’am,” she murmured before she could stop herself.

“Good.”

May disappeared back into the kitchen.

Heidi poured the milk into bottles and stuck them in the refrigerator, then washed out her buckets and the funnel. Sanitizing could wait, she told herself. Better to get the conversation over with.

She already had a plan. Although she’d been unable to bring herself to sign the lease on the rental, she vowed she would take care of that as soon as she was done here. The kitchen was big enough for her to work in, and the second bedroom would be a perfect office and shipping area.

The rental payments were so much less than the mortgage on the ranch that she would be able to save a fair amount each month. In two, maybe three years, depending on how her business went, she could buy another piece of land. Start over.

She paused at the door to the kitchen. Rafe was gone. She didn’t have to brace herself to see him. And although it would be difficult to face May, once that was done, she could move on. Start healing. Rita had been right—she was strong. Unlike Melinda, taking her life wasn’t anything she would consider. However much it hurt to be in love with Rafe and know that he didn’t want to love her back, she got through the day. In time, she would heal.

She stepped into the familiar kitchen.

“I’m done,” she said.

“Good.” May motioned for her to join her at the table. There were several stacks of papers there.

Heidi supposed she had things to sign. The judge’s decision had meant May would now be responsible for the mortgage and everything else that went along with the ranch.

She took a seat. “I want to say I’m sorry for what I did. Faking the paintings and artifacts. I should have come to talk to you, May.”

The older woman sighed. “I’m sorry, too. I was so busy falling in love with your grandfather that I didn’t stop to think about anyone else. Here you were, having your own crisis right under my nose. I feel horrible about that.”

“Falling in love takes a lot out of a person.”

May’s dark eyes were knowing. “You’ve been dealing with that yourself, haven’t you?”

Heidi really didn’t want to talk about that, but couldn’t figure out a good way to distract May. Pointing out the window and saying, “Oh, look. An elephant,” probably wouldn’t work.

That left her in the less-than-mature place of ignoring the obvious.

“I told Glen that he would be an idiot to lose you over this,” Heidi said. “I hope you’re going to tell me he listened.”

May smiled, then held out her left hand. A small diamond sparkled from a simple band. “He proposed and I said yes. I’m thrilled.”

Heidi was stunned. “Congratulations. I’m happy for you.” Surprised, but still happy. “I guess Glen’s been waiting for you for a long time.”

“That’s what he said. Oh, Heidi, I’m so happy. I loved my first husband, and when I lost him, I vowed I would never love that way again. For years, I didn’t. What a fool I was. Love is a treasure, a gift. And I’m talking like a greeting card because I’m incredibly happy.”

Heidi squeezed her hand. “I’m happy for you, too. When’s the big day?”

“We’re going to elope. Probably just drive up to Lake Tahoe and get married there. I don’t want anything fancy.” She patted the stacks of paper. “But that’s not why I wanted to talk to you. We need to discuss the ranch.”

“There’s not much to discuss.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. There’s plenty.” May handed Heidi a very long, densely written document. “We’ll need to go to a notary later, to get all this finalized.”

“What is it?”

May smiled. “As you know, Rafe has cosigned every document for the past couple of years. Which means he owns half this ranch.” She tapped the form she’d handed Heidi. “This gives his share to you.”

Heidi was glad she was sitting, because she felt a distinct shift in her equilibrium. “I don’t understand.”

“He wants you to have his half of the ranch, and so do I.” Happy tears filled May’s eyes. “Wait until you see.”

The other woman reached for more papers and spread them across the table. “There’s so much to be done.” She smoothed out a drawing of the ranch, including boundaries and the roads that surrounded the land.

“The vacation rentals will go here.”

Heidi leaned forward and saw the small, neat drawings.

“You’re still doing that?” she asked.

May nodded. “Winter homes for the carnival workers and rental housing for summer. I’ve worked up some preliminary numbers, and the income stream is impressive. Rafe will front the building cost of the houses as a loan to us, and we’ll pay him back with the proceeds.” She beamed. “It helps to have an in with a rich man.”