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88 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
He scratched his cheek, where the day’s salt-and-pepper
stubble already showed. “Did your mother send you?”
“No,” she confessed. “She told me not to come.”
“When will you learn to listen to your mama, little
girl?”
“I can’t believe that whatever happened between you
two can’t be mended. Think of the history you share!
You’ve been running the Luna for years. You have a financial
and emotional stake in it. It’s as much yours as
Mama’s and you both know it.”
He said nothing, just sipped his cola and watched a
car drive past, and she wanted to scream with frustration.
For two mature adults, both her mother and her uncle
were acting like children having a playground brawl,
and for the life of her, she couldn’t understand it.
“Tío! What is this about? Tell me that much at least.
Mama won’t say anything. She just said you fought and
she fired you.”
His dark gaze narrowed over the rim of his soda.
“She did not fire me. I quit.”
“What difference does it make who did what? She’s
still over her head trying to run the ranch by herself.”
A frown flitted across his weathered, handsome
features. “She did not find someone to help her yet?”
Just me. She wanted to say. Me and a sexy, interfering
doctor who should mind his own blasted business.
Instead she only shook her head. “She hasn’t hired
anybody yet. She’s got an ad in the paper and a couple
of ag job Web sites, but she hasn’t had any takers.”
“She will find someone. The Luna is a good operation.”
“It’s a good operation because you built it into one!