Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(21)

“Dad—”


“Dammit, you have every right to be pissed off. Why you bein’ so nice to me? Here you are, in the wilds of Wyoming, stuck in a crappy camper, forcin’ yourself to get a job, and probably feelin’ ignored by the person who brung you here in the first place.” He chugged his beer. “Am I close to right?”


“Partially.” She scraped the gummy reside from the glass bottle. “But I can’t help being nice. It’s the way I was raised.”


The way he went motionless, Macie knew he was thinking he hadn’t had a hand in that either.


“You takin’ the foreman’s job did surprise me.”


“Surprised me too. Especially since other ranch folks have asked me to go to work for them, but…”


“But they weren’t her.” Macie took a big drink. “You have been talkin’ about her a lot for the last year. So what is it about her? Besides she’s a hot lookin’, tough actin’ cowgirl with a big Ford truck?”


He smiled slightly. “Shee. I could give you some bullshit answer, but the truth is, I don’t know. Been askin’ myself the same question. Why, after I’d ’bout given up on her, that I’d drop everything the minute she asked me to.”


“Maybe it’s because she asked. She seems like the type of person who’d prefer to do everything herself. Which I understand.”


“Me too.”


“So, on a basic level if she has to ask, she really is in need of help. Your help alone, apparently.”


“True.” He shot her a silly grin. “Inherited your smarts from your momma, that’s for damn sure.”


The ensuing silence wasn’t uncomfortable for a change.


Macie finished her beer and pointed at his empty bottle. “You want another?”


“Nah. I’m good. So tell me about your day flippin’ cakes and bacon.”


“It’s always weird starting a new job. My first thought was, sleepy little diner in a sleepy little town. How busy can it be? Man, was I in for a rude awakening. Damn place is hoppin’ for breakfast. I kept up.” She smiled. “Barely. Velma was happy, so that’s all that mattered.”


“Didn’t seem overly busy over the noon hour.”


It’d shocked her when he and Gemma strolled in for lunch. It’d shocked her even more that her dad seemed…proud of her. For being a fast cook? Not that there was anything wrong with cooking in a greasy spoon, but for most parents, having their kid working in a diner wouldn’t be a proud parent moment.


“It stayed steady. I think it creates a shorter lunch rush because people know Velma shuts down the grill at two and doesn’t reopen until five. Day after tomorrow I’ll be working the late shift. Waitressing. Ugh. Not my favorite.”


When her dad didn’t comment, and kept his face aimed at the table, Macie leaned forward and said, “What?”


“You waitressing.” Cash burst out laughing. “I would’ve loved to see you dumpin’ cold tea on the guy grabbin’ you. Least of what he deserved. I’da clocked him.”


Her lips twitched. “Wasn’t funny at the time, but I don’t regret it.”


“Good.” He glanced around the small space. “You’re okay stayin’ here in the travelin’ tipi?”


“Yep.”


“It’s kinda small. Kinda out of date. Probably not what you’re used to, eh?”


“It’s fine.”


“You sure there isn’t anything else you need?”


Just time with you. “No, really, Dad, this is great. I like this place a lot better than my last apartment.” There was something oddly comforting about living in a place he’d lived, since they hadn’t ever inhabited the same space. Oddly enough, it felt like home.


His frown lines deepened. He looked away.


“What?”


“I just realized I ain’t been to any of your apartments. Sweet Jesus. Talk about bein’ a bad father—”


“Stop. You had other things occupying your mind.” Macie took a chance, reached for his hand and squeezed.


He squeezed back. “Things change, honey-girl. I want things to change between us.


I’ll try my damndest to make it so.”


“Me too.”


“Good. Tomorrow night after I’m done with chores, you wanna go ridin’?”


“Nothing you can say, Dad, will ever get me on a bull.”


He chuckled. “Horseback ridin’, not bull ridin’.”


“Oh. Umm. Sure. I just hope I don’t make a fool of myself in front of Gemma. It’s been awhile since I’ve been on a horse.”


He paused. “I thought maybe it could just be…you and me.”


“Really?”


No, not really, a little voice reminded her, something will come up and he’ll have to cancel.


“Really.”


Macie told the voice to shut up. “Cool. I’d like that.”