Love your dress, she said impulsively.
Turning from the shelf of vitamins shed been contemplating, the woman flashed her a bright smile. Thank you. All that jazz.
I... Pardon?
The boutique just off of town square, the woman clarified. All That Jazz. Run by Jasmine Tucker? She grinned at Sierras blank expression. You must not be from around here.
At that moment, a teenage boy with a little girl in tow barreled toward them. They werent running, exactly, just moving at the uninhibited speed of childhood. Mom! They didnt have the brand you normally get, the boy announced, skidding to a stop by his mothers cart. Will one of these work? He held up two different boxes of cake mix.
Before the woman could answer, the little girl in the unicorn T-shirt tossed a box of crayons into the cart. I need these.
Doubtful, the boy scoffed. You own more crayons than anyone else in North America, Aly.
These are scented. I dont have scented. At Sierras chuckle, the girl looked up, registering her presence for the first time. Hey, we dont know you!
Sierra shook her head. Nope. Todays my very first day in town.
Welcome to Cupids Bow, the blonde said. Im Kate Sullivan. This is my son, Luke, and my future stepdaughter Alyssa.
Shes marrying my daddy! From the huge smile on Alyssas face, she was obviously excited about the upcoming nuptials. Me and my sister get to be flower girls, and were gonna wear poofy dresses that
How about you go with Luke and return the cake mix we dont need? Kate interrupted, taking one of the boxes from her sons hand. And dont run, okay?
Okay, the kids chorused without looking back at her.
And theyre off, Kate said with an affectionate sigh. I came to the vitamin section to get more gummies for the girls, but, honestly, maybe I should be looking for a supplement for me so I can keep up with all of them. Lets try this again, with fewer interruptions. Im Kate Sullivan. She extended a hand. Nice to meet you.
Sierra Bailey, she said as they shook hands.
Im so delighted youre moving here. Kate grinned. With you around, people will have to stop referring to me as the new woman in Cupids Bow. Its been months!
Happy to help, Sierra said, but Im not moving here, exactly, just working for a few weeks at the Twisted R. Assuming she could successfully locate the ranch again.
Oh! A female voice from the other side of the shelf cut into their conversation and an elderly lady peeked over the top, only her tightly rolled white curls and gold spectacles visible. Are you working with that poor Victoria Ross? Such a tragedy what happened to her. Hello, Kate, dear.
Hello, Miss Alma. This is Sierra Bailey.
I heard. My new hearing aids are a miracle. I hope you enjoy your stay here in Cupids Bow, Sierra. You tell poor Vicki that the whole towns pulling for her. She clucked her tongue. Absolute tragedy. A minute later, she pushed her cart away and disappeared down the bread aisle.
Kate smiled after her. Not everyone is as active an eavesdropper as Miss Almashes almost ninety and says living here almost a century gives her a vested interest in local eventsbut this is a small town. We all heard about Vickis accident. The Ross family hasnt been the same since.
I havent met her parents. She only knew they were traveling for health reasons. Just Vicki and her older brother.
Jarrett. A real charmer, that one.
Hes...attractive, Sierra said neutrally. But charming? For the first hour of my interview, he read questions verbatim off a legal pad and barely said anything else. I can count on one hand the number of times he even looked up at me.
The corners of Kates mouth turned down, and sympathy filled her amber eyes. After his dads heart attack, I took some meals to the family. Jarrett was so shell-shocked, not himself at all. I havent seen him recently, but I was hoping that with his father and Vicki both doing better... Well. I suppose we all cope in our own time, dont we?
Sierra nodded. Shed witnessed patients and their families handle crisis in dozens of ways. Sometimes, catastrophes brought people together; other times it drove a wedge between them. There were patients who spiraled into a dark place and needed help finding their way back; others rebounded with astonishing resiliency.
Kate gave a small shake of her head, as if brushing away her moment of melancholy. I live near the Twisted Rat least, I do until my wedding. My fiancé, Cole, and I are having a house built that wont be ready for months. Meanwhile, Luke and I are staying on my grandmothers farm, which is out the same direction as the Ross place. If you ever need anything, were much closer than town. Ill give you my number. Maybe we can get together if you have an afternoon off.
Thank you. Given Vicki Rosss surly attitude, Sierra might need to occasionally escape the ranch to keep her sanity intact. Id love to visit that boutique you were telling me about.
They had just finished exchanging cell-phone numbers when the two kids returned.
Sorry we took so long, Luke said, jamming his hands in the pockets of his jeans. I
He was talking to a girrrlll, Aly reported, making the last word three syllables.
He shot her a sidelong glare. I ran into a classmate
A girl classmate!
who had questions about Fridays math assignment.
No problem, Kate said. Sierra and I were busy chatting, too. But I guess we should dash if Im going to get these groceries to Coles house for lunch. He and Mandy are probably starving. Call me soon, Sierra!
Will do.
As she finished her own grocery shopping, Sierra felt a little smug. Shed been told more than once that she didnt play well with others and that some people mistook her independent nature for aloofness. Yet she hadnt been in town an hour, and already shed made her first friend.
Maybe Cupids Bow wouldnt be so bad after all.
* * *
JUST WHEN SIERRA was starting to think shed driven too far, she spotted the intersection where she needed to turn for the Twisted R. On her first trip out to the ranch, shed been irritable because she was late for her interview. This time around, she could appreciate the scenery more.
The wide-open space was both tranquil and somehow humbling. Picturesque pastures dotted with clusters of Queen Annes lace and mesquite trees framed the road, and shed never seen a clearer blue sky than the one overhead. A deer lifted its head from the plants it was lazily munching to watch her pass, and she half expected that if she glanced in her rearview mirror shed find animated woodland creatures singing some kind of welcome song behind her car.
It was all very bucolic. But she still couldnt imagine living in a place where the closest store was half an hour away. The land that delivery food forgot.
She turned left onto a winding road barely wide enough for two vehicles to pass each other and saw the sprawling white house atop the hill ahead. She liked the Rosses placeit wasnt as linear and pristine as her parents three-story mansion with its pretentious columns in the front and a detached garage in the back. Jarretts home was endearingly lopsided, with one corner that seemed out of proportion to the rest of the houseprobably a room that had been added on long after the place was originally built. The roof was all crazy angles, hinting at slanted ceilings and interesting attic space. A carport was linked to one side of the house, a screened deck jutted out in the back and there was a generous porch that began within a foot of the front door and wrapped around the opposite corner of the house.
A moment later, she passed beneath the Twisted R sign, her car jostling over the metal grid that kept cattle from wandering out through the entryway between fences. By the time she parked, two dogs had come to greet her. A golden retriever gave an amiable woof as Sierra opened her door; a slightly smaller dog hung back a few feet. It was mostly black with gold paws and a white throat.
Theyre friendly, Jarrett called from the porch steps. But they probably have muddy paws, so if Sunshine looks like shes about to jump on you, tell her no. Shell listenshe just likes to test boundaries.
Sierra grinned down at the retriever, scratching behind her ears. Fellow boundary-pusher? You and I should get along just fine. She looked up to see Jarrett closing the distance between them with rangy strides. The lighter streaks in his dark hair gleamed in the sun, and the way his jeans fit made her take back any snarky thoughts shed had about denim.
She spun on her heel toward the back of her car, seizing the distraction of luggage to keep herself from staring at her new boss.
Can I give you a hand? he asked from right beside her. Since he was already reaching into the car trunk, the question seemed rhetorical.
She blinked up at him. You move deceptively fast.
Long legs. He hefted a suitcase. Wed just finished lunch when I heard the dogs barking. Have you eaten?
Im good, thanks. She didnt share that her stomach was twisted in knots. Despite the bravado-filled pep talks shed given herself during the drive, now that she was here, she acknowledged that moving ineven temporarilywas unnerving. She was used to having sole dominion over things like the television remote and the thermostat. Sharing a living space would be an adjustment, no matter who her roommates were. How much would Jarretts appeal complicate the situation? And then there was Vickis hostility.
Before Sierra had left the other day, the two women had reached an understanding, but physical therapy was tough. When Vicki was in pain, Sierra would be an easy target for anger. It came with the territory. Sierra was accustomed to dealing with a range of emotions from her patients. But usually she was able to retreat home at the end of a long day and leave the stress of a contrary client behind. Now the contrary client would be sitting across from her at the dinner table.
Good thing I like a challenge.
She passed a large duffel bag to Jarrett, appreciating the ripple of muscles in his forearm as he resituated everything he was carrying. Once they were both loaded down like a couple of pack mules, she followed him up the porch stairs and into the blessedly air-conditioned house. September wasnt as brutal as July or August had been, but the Texas heat was still enough to make her regret the short-sleeved sweater she wore.
They went through the entry hall and past the study, kitchen and Vickis room. At the end of the hall was a living room decorated in Southwest tones and worn but comfy-looking furniture. A spiral staircase in the far corner led to the second story.
Jarrett flashed a sheepish look over his shoulder. Its a bit of a climb.
She gave a one-shouldered shrug to show she didnt mind. Itll help keep me fit.
His gaze swept over her body, and for a second, she thought he might say something. But he turned around without further comment.
The steps were narrow, and she had to concentrate on not letting her luggage scuff up the walls. At the top, Jarrett gave her the lay of the land. Thats the master bedroom, and that one iswasVickis. He ducked his gaze, his tone flat. They both knew it would be a long time before Vicki Ross climbed those stairs again. Im at the other end of the hall, along with the guest room where youll be.
He gestured for her to go ahead, and Sierra chuckled as she got her first good look at her roomthe Island of Misfit Furniture. If she had to guess, shed say that anytime a room in the house had been remodeled and there was a perfectly good piece of furniture they hadnt wanted to get rid of, it had been shoved in here. The king-size bed was too big for the space. The pink vanity in the corner had probably been Vickis when she was twelve. The brass headboard was unlike any shed seen before, a series of whimsical curlicues that curved around the edges of the bed, hugging the mattress.
A few steps into the room, Jarrett had to duck. Because of how the roof slanted down at the edge of the house, there were places where she could probably touch the ceiling if she stood on her toes.
Jarrett frowned. I havent been in here since I helped Mom move that old wardrobe. I forgot how claustrophobic it is.
Not so claustrophobic when youre five foot one.
He set down a suitcase. Would you rather stay in my parents room? With as little as were paying you, the least we could do is offer you comfortable accommodations.
She wasnt her mother, who insisted she couldnt sleep in sheets with less than an eight hundred thread count. I like the funky vibe. And the wardrobe reminds me of one of my favorite books when I was a kid. Stifling the urge to climb inside and look for magical portals, she turned and ran her hand over the lacy vintage comforter. As long as the mattress was comfortable, even Muriel would have to call this bed luxurious. It was freaking huge. Sierra sat on the edge, bouncing slightly to test it. This beds almost too big for one person.
There was a sudden heat in his gaze that made her skin prickle. He looked away, but not before she realized his mind was in a different place than hers. Great start to the first daytelling your boss you dont want to sleep alone. Now he was staring fixedly at the wall, as if embarrassed by his wayward thoughts.
She stood, brazening through the moment by making a joke of it. You dont mind if I host wild orgies on my nights off, do you?
For a split second, he didnt react. But then his lips quirked in a slow smile. Orgies, huh? Call me old-fashioned, but I think if one guy cant make you happy, hes not doing it right.
Her heart clutchednot at the outrageous teasing, which shed started, but at how that grin transformed his face. In town, Kate Sullivan had called Jarrett a charmer. The word didnt fully capture the wicked glint in his eyes or the thrill Sierra got from having coaxed a playful moment. Shed already been drawn to Jarrett more than was appropriate, given their circumstances, but now that she knew about that dangerously tempting smile and his sense of humor?
For the first time since theyd met, she was the one who lowered her gaze. I should get settled in, she said, striving for an efficient, professional tone. The sooner I unpack, the faster I can start helping Vicki.
He flinched. Vicki. Of course. Ill...see you at dinner.
With that, he was out the door. She honestly didnt know if she was sorry to see him go or relieved.
* * *
AT THE RISK of being overly optimistic, Sierra thought that her first hour of PT with Vicki had gone quite well. The young woman hadnt made a single bitchy comment. Granted, she was glaring as if she wanted to kick Sierras ass, but the good news was, if she ever managed to achieve that, Sierra would know shed done her job even better than anticipated.
Theyd wrapped up a set of exercises, and Vicki was glowering over the top of the water Sierra had handed her.
Sierra slid one of the chairs away from the kitchen table and spun it around, straddling it. Did your post-surgery therapist talk to you about imagery?