have a home? New York had never felt like her home, but then she had been away from the ranch for so long that she couldn’t really say this was her home, either. Releasing her breath slowly, she turned to face the older woman, who was looking at her knowingly. “I guess right at this moment the answer to that would be no. But I’m hoping that might change very soon.”
“Well let’s hope so,” Rachel answered, touching the younger girl gently on the arm. “So does this mean you can stay here as long as you want?”
“I can stay as long as Sam will let me,” Jennifer replied, mixing dressing into the salad she’d been chopping.
“Just give him time, Jenny,” Rachel said, and both women smiled at each other. They worked in silence for a few moments, preparing the remainder of the meal. Jenny creamed the potatoes while Rachel finished cooking the meat and baked some fresh rolls. Within a short time lunch was ready. Rachel stepped to the kitchen door to summon Sam and Jason.
They all sat down at the table and Sam asked the blessing. Then Rachel began passing the various dishes.
“Jenny made the potatoes and the salad,” Rachel announced proudly as they were all filling their plates.
“That was very nice of her,” Sam said, not looking at his daughter.
“It’s the least I can do while I’m staying here,” she answered, tasting a mouthful of food.
“Does that mean you plan on staying awhile, Jennifer?” Sam asked in a detached voice.
“Yes. I’d like to, if you don’t mind, that is.”
“No, I don’t mind.”
“Do you…do you think it would be possible for me to ride out with you this afternoon?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea. I’ll be out until suppertime,” Sam answered. “I wouldn’t have time to show you how.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t have to show me. I’ve been taking riding lessons since I moved to New York. I rode on an English saddle, but I am used to riding for long periods of time.”
“Your mother permitted that?” Sam asked, his brows lowering in a frown.
“She didn’t want to, but I insisted.”
“I don’t remember your mother with a weak will.”
“No.”
“How did you convince her?”
Jennifer looked at her father. “I cried until she agreed. It was the only thing I could think of that would prepare me for coming home.”
“I see.” After a moment he looked at his daughter and said, “Okay, then, if you want to ride with us this afternoon, you can.”
“Thank you, Sam.” Jennifer smiled and her face lit up.
Jason had been silent throughout this whole exchange and had wondered how Sam would handle his daughter’s request to go riding. She was a city girl and had been away from the ranch for a long time. They didn’t have time to hold her hand while she had a holiday away from her fancy city life, and Jason knew that she would go back to New York as soon as she was bored and leave Sam heartbroken again. Well he sure as hell wasn’t going to sit around and wait for that to happen!
“Tell me, Miss Watson, did you have a job in New York?” Jason asked.
She kept her gaze on her plate. “Yes, I did.”
Surprised at her response Jason continued, “What did you do?”
“Information services.”
Sam frowned. “What does that mean?”
Jennifer smiled as she explained, “It means computer work, I worked in an office all day long. I hated it.”
“So you don’t have that job anymore?” Jason asked. He was sure that Jenny was just here for Sam’s money, and if she had given up her job to come here then that was a sure sign.
“Actually, no. I resigned it when Mom died. There…there was a lot to do. It happened so suddenly I couldn’t face going back to a job I hated.” Jennifer stopped as sudden tears clogged her eyes and throat.
Jason paused as he saw how much Jennifer was suffering and felt a sudden guilty pang at asking his questions. It had been insensitive, and he knew firsthand how hard it was to lose a parent.
“I’m sorry about your mom,” he said, and continued with his meal.
“How did she die?” Sam asked.
Jenny sniffed and composed herself. “In a car accident, it was very quick. She had her faults, but…I miss her.”
“I see,” Sam said. “She never remarried?”
“No. She wasn’t a very warm person.”
“No, she wasn’t,” Sam agreed, smiling back.
They ate in silence the rest of the meal.
When Rachel began clearing the table, Jennifer got up to help her.
“You go ahead and change into your riding clothes, Jenny, so you won’t keep your father waiting.”
“All right, Rachel. Thank you,” Jennifer said with a brief smile and rushed upstairs.
“I’ll help you, Rachel,” Jason said, getting up to carry dishes to the sink.
“I might as well help, too, instead of just sitting here waiting,” Sam said.
Rachel got all flustered; she wasn’t used to the men helping her out at all. “Really! There’s no need.”
Neither man answered her, they just carried on bringing the dishes to the counter.
The dishes were almost all loaded into the dishwasher when Jennifer came back into the kitchen. “I’m ready,” she said.
Both men turned to stare at her. She was dressed in cream tights, plush coat and a riding hat.
“You’re wearing that?” Jason asked, trying hard not to laugh. She was going to stick out like a sore thumb with the other cowboys.
Jennifer looked down at her garb. “It’s what I always wore in New York. I don’t have any jeans. Will it be okay?”
“That’ll be fine,” Sam said, shooting a warning look at Jason. Before he walked to the door, he whispered to Jason to ride ahead and warn the other men not to laugh.
Jason buried his grin and excused himself and jogged off to the barn.
Sam gestured to the door to Jennifer. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, but…but are you sure my clothes will be all right?”
“Of course. Shall we go?”
“Thanks for lunch, Rachel,” Jennifer said, kissing her cheek.
“Uh, yeah, thanks, Rachel.” Sam held the door open for Jennifer and followed her to the barn.
Jennifer knew as soon as she had seen the smile on Jason’s face that she had made a mistake with her outfit, but it was all she’d had in New York to go riding in. Her mother had insisted that if she had to ride, then she would do it properly, dressed like a lady. Back in the city it had been acceptable, but Jenny knew that out here she’d need to buy some new clothes!
As if to prove to her father and Jason that she wasn’t just some silly city girl, Jenny insisted on saddling her own horse. She felt it was important to convince them she knew what she was doing. Of course, the saddle was much heavier than she was used to, but she managed to get it on top of the saddle blanket she’d already put on the young mare Jason had suggested she ride.
With dexterity, Jennifer buckled the saddle in place. She finished before Sam did. He looked