Wild at Heart Read Online Christina Lee, Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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Chapter 29

Bishop

“Hey, Mom and Dad, there’s something I want to ta—what’s this?”

Sitting at the dinner table along with my parents and Pixie is Randy, of all people. Suppose when my dad said he’ll square things away, this is what he meant.

“Join us,” Dad says. There’s an edge to his voice that tells me he’s all business. But Mom tempers that by talking about the weather, as if they’ve got a good-cop, bad-cop routine going. Guess it’s always been that way with them, and maybe why they’ve made this ranch a success. That pit in my stomach returns, about how I’ll fare when it’s time and whether I’ll run this place into the ground all on my own.

I may have modern ideas, like the more efficient feeders for the cattle, but those things also cost money. I’m not good at budgeting like Mom, so I’m going to have to figure that out. I don’t let myself wonder about Porter’s bookkeeping skills—or lack thereof—and what he can bring to the table. Not yet. Christ, we’re not even public yet, and everything else feels too precarious.

I slide into a seat, feeling on edge. I’d planned to talk to my parents about something very different, but now it’ll have to wait. All because of an employee we all walk around on eggshells.

Though for his part, Randy seems a bit overwhelmed to have been invited, his shoulders curling in, so he appears small and humble sitting across from me now. Good, maybe it’ll help knock him down a peg. Not only did he ruin our night, but no doubt also got the rumor mill running in town about the employees of Sullivan Ranch having a go at each other.

“Daddy, these are the best mashed potatoes,” Pixie says, lifting the bowl. “Have some.”

“Will do, sweetie,” he replies, taking her offering. Hearing how Randy’s voice softened toward his daughter makes me sad that they’ve had such a hard time of it. It also makes me wish there was an easier way to fix it all.

If you want something, you need to work for it, Dad would say.

But there’s no magic wand. Life is never that easy to navigate.

“We thought we’d invite Randy to share a meal with us since things have been a bit busy and topsy-turvy lately.” Dad throws me a knowing look. Topsy-turvy might be an understatement. “And maybe afterward, we can come to a better understanding.”

Well, there you have it. Dad is extending an olive branch by offering Randy an opportunity to explain himself. That’s Dad’s style, sort of a stern consideration, but it still makes things uncomfortable. We eat through tense conversation about Pixie’s schoolwork and the upcoming holidays.

I blow out a breath of relief when the dishes are being stacked and cleared, and then Mom is enticing Pixie out of the room for a needlepoint lesson.

The air thickens, the room growing silent as the three of us are left alone.

I shift uncomfortably until Dad clears his throat and looks at Randy. “I don’t want to mince words. What will it take to help get you on the straight and narrow?”

Dad may be more hands-off with the employees but definitely comes to the point when it matters. I could probably learn another thing or two from him.

“What do you mean, sir?” Randy’s voice is meek, and I notice the small tremor in his hands either from fear or alcohol withdrawal. It makes me wonder just how bad it’s gotten or how much he’s hiding.

Dad squares his jaw. “I think you know exactly what I mean. If you’ve got a drinking problem, we’ll support you through⁠—”

“I ain’t got no problem.” I can hear the edge to his voice. Randy wants to shout and defend himself, but he knows better in this situation.

“No? I hear plenty that tells me you do.” Dad softens his tone. “Better that you deal with it now before you hit rock bottom. You’ve already lost your home, but you still got a job and people behind you.”

“Yeah? Then why ain’t I never promoted?”

“Promoted?” Dad shoots me a look, and I temper my reaction. “What do you mean?”

“Like Porter Dixon.” He practically spits out the words. “You let him work with a stock horse of his choice, which I consider a step up.”

“Porter’s got natural talent,” I blurt. “Has been building a reputation for himself long before he returned to the ranch.”

“There you go, taking up for him again.”

“Watch your tone,” Dad says to Randy, and the man is smart enough to avert his eyes. “Yes, Porter is an old friend of the family. As kids, Bishop and Porter were always together. Sounds like you’re envious of that.”

“No, sir. I just don’t like special treatment.”

“If you’re referring to the horses, Bishop is right. That man’s got an innate ability working with ’em, and has really done well with Storm, who we were worried about. Why wouldn’t we let him do what he’s good at?” Dad narrows his eyes. “And as far as a step up, as you call it, we don’t think there’s any sort of hierarchy with our ranch hands. You’re all vital to us. It’s all hands in to run this place, and you know it.”


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