is just a minor detail.â
âBullshit.â But Will reined it in. âDoes McKinnon know about this? He wasnât at the funeral.â
âHe had business in Bozeman. Heâll be back tonight or tomorrow. And yes, he knows.â
âHad a hell of a laugh over it, didnât he?â
Had nearly choked with laughter, Nate remembered, but now he kept his own eyes sober. âThis isnât a joke, Will. Itâs business, and temporary at that. All you have to do is get through four seasons.â His lips curved. âThatâs what all of us have to do.â
âIâll get through it. God knows if these two will.â She studied her sisters, shook her head. âWhat are you trembling about?â she asked Lily. âYouâre facing millions of dollars, not a firing squad. For Christâs sake, drink this.â She thrust the whiskey glass into Lilyâs hand.
âStop picking on her.â Incensed, instinctively moving to protect Lily, Tess stepped between them.
âIâm not picking on her, and get out of my face.â
âIâm going to be in your face for a goddamn year. Get used to it.â
âThen you better get used to how things run around here. You stay, youâre not going to sit around on your plump little ass, youâre going to work.â
At the âplump little assâ remark, Tess sucked air through her nose. Sheâd sweated and starved off every excess pound sheâd carried through high school, and she was damn proud of the results. âRemember this, you flat-chested, knock-kneed bitch, I walk, you lose. And if you think Iâm going to take orders from some ignorant little pie-faced cowgirl, youâre a hell of a lot more stupid than you look.â
âYouâll do exactly what I say,â Willa corrected. âOr instead of having a nice cozy bed in this house youâll be pitching a tent in the hills for the next year.â
âIâve got as much right to be under this roof as you do.Maybe more, since he married my mother first.â
âThat just makes you older,â Will tossed back, and had the pleasure of seeing that nice shaft strike home. âAnd your mother was a bottle-blonde showgirl with more tits than brains.â
Whatever Tess would have done or said in retaliation was broken off when Lily burst into tears.
âHappy now?â Tess demanded, and gave Willa a hard shove.
âStop.â Tired of the sniping, Adam seared them both with a look. âYou should both be ashamed of yourselves.â He bent down, murmuring to Lily as he helped her to her feet. âYou want fresh air,â he said kindly. âAnd some food. Youâll feel better then.â
âTake her for a little walk,â Bess told him, and got creakily to her own feet. Her head was hammering like a three-armed carpenter. âIâll put dinner on. Iâm ashamed enough for both of you,â she said to Tess and Willa. âI knew both of your mas. Theyâd expect better of you.â She sniffed and, with dignity, turned to Nate. âYouâre welcome to stay for dinner, Nate. Thereâs more than plenty.â
âThanks, Bess, but . . .â He was getting the hell out while he still had all of his skin. âIâve got to get on home.â He gathered his papers together, keeping a wary eye on the two women who remained in the room, scowling at each other. âIâm leaving three copies of all the documents. Any questions, you know where to reach me. If I donât hear from you Iâll check back in a couple days, and see . . . And see,â he ended. He picked up his hat and his briefcase and left the field.
In control again, Willa took a cleansing breath. âIâve put sweat and Iâve put blood into this ranch from the day I was born. You donât give a damn about that, and I donât care. But Iâm not losing
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