so she could work with him on the ranch full-time. And now here she was. In charge of Lone Mountain while Dad sent palm-tree postcards from his new home in Florida.
Mandy interrupted her musings. âYouâd have known about Wade being back if you left this ranch once in a while.â
Lori glanced at her sister, whoâd pulled the cloth off a bowl of bread dough and was kneading briskly. âWhat do you mean?â Lori tried to remember the last time sheâd been in town. âI leave the ranch.â
âWhen?â Mandy asked. âAnd going to the feed store doesnât count. Thatâs still work.â
Lori shrugged. âI left a couple days ago to yell at Wade. Heâs sunk a well above ours, up by the northern edge of the ranch. And now we have no water for the pastures up there.â
Mandyâs pale skin got paler. âThatâs horrible, Lori. I had no idea.â
âYeah, well, Iâm trying to figure out what to do. Bill says we should just share the water from the new well, but I canât imagine Wade will be happy about that.â
âYou donât know until you ask.â
âI donât want to ask.â The knot coiled again in Loriâs stomach at the thought. She shouldnât have to beg for water. Not from anyone. Definitely not from Wade.
âI know you had some kind of crush on him in high school, but that was ages ago.â Mandy covered the dough again and opened a carton of eggs, cracking them briskly into a pan on the stove.
Lori wished it had stayed a crush. Sheâd never told Mandy about what happened. About sleeping with him. About the pregnancy. About how sheâd handled it. She probably never would. It would upset her sister too much. And the telling would bring no relief. âItâs not that. When I talked to him about the well, I might have gotten a little upset. Said a few things I shouldnât have.â
âThatâs not like you. It goes right back to what I was saying before. You need some time off. A few hours away from this ranch. I can see the responsibility weighing you down. I canât believe Iâm saying this, but letâs go out this weekend. I saw Sunny at the store yesterday. She mentioned that sheâs meeting Heather and Tina for drinks on Saturday. She invited us to join them.â
Lori stared. âWho are you, and what did you do with my sister? You hate bars.â
âI know you wonât go on your own.â Mandy turned off the stove and scooped scrambled eggs onto a flowered plate. She handed it to Lori. âIf ever someone needed a night out, itâs you. Taking on the ranch has been a huge job. You donât tell me much, but I know itâs been hard.â
Lori sighed. âItâs just the guys, you know? They question everything I do. They wouldnât do that if I were a man. It bugs me. Itâs so weird to have worked here almost my whole life only to realize that no oneâs on my side.â
âI think itâs just an adjustment. Theyâll see how amazing you are once they get used to Dad being gone. And Iâm on your side. You can talk to me about anything. Iâll try to help wherever I can. Like by taking you drinking on Saturday night.â
Lori smiled. It was just too funny, her homebody little sister trying to get her to go out drinking. It was probably the last thing on earth that Mandy really wanted to do. How could she say no? âYouâre right. We should go out. Tell Sunny weâll be there.â
âAnd you need to apologize to Wade if you really were out of line. Eat some humble pie. It wonât kill you, and you just might talk him into sharing his well.â
Sometimes Mandy reminded her so much of their mom. Loriâs heart ached a little. âYes, maâam,â she said, and smiled when her sister giggled.
âYou know Iâm right,â Mandy retorted.
âI hate humble pie,â