Leanne Banks - Trouble in High Heels

“That’s sweet. Would you mind setting the table?”

The following morning, Lori was put on housekeeping detail. She dusted and mopped the floors of the two cabins, and cleaned bathrooms and windows. She even vacuumed the curtains the same way she’d seen her housekeeper do. Exhausted by the end of the day, she returned to the main house.

She smelled something delicious baking in the kitchen and walked inside. Jackson sat in a kitchen chair, chatting easily with Maria and Virginia. She felt a twinge of jealousy at how quickly the women had accepted him. Maria shot him a teasing smile, and Lori felt the twinge turn to a stab that went deeper. Frowning at the feeling, she brushed it aside.

Virginia looked up at her and smiled. “There’s our little cleaner. Come on in, sweetheart. The cabins all spick-and-span?”

“Both of them sparkle,” she said, proud of herself for doing a good job.

“Both?” Virginia echoed.

“Both?” Maria repeated. “You only did two of them?”

Lori blinked. “There are more? There were only two when I was here before.”

Maria sighed. “Ay caramba…”

“No, hold on just a minute, Maria,” Virginia said. “Lori is right. We built the other two cabins the spring after she worked here.”

Maria tossed her dish towel aside and met Lori’s gaze. “All right. I will finish the other two cabins and eat my dinner later.”

Lori felt her pride roar to the surface. It was as if that dish towel was actually a gauntlet. “Oh, no,” she said. “I’ll do it.”

“It will take you all night,” Maria said, shaking her head as she moved away from the counter. “The cabins have to be ready for the campers tomorrow.”

Lori stepped directly in Maria’s path. “I said I would do it, and I will,” she said firmly, then glanced at Virginia. “ Virginia, would you toss me one of those apples? That should get me through.”

“Of course, dear, but you don’t have to-”

“Excuse me, but yes, I do,” Lori said and surprised herself when she caught the apple. Maria made her feel small and inept. That was bad enough, but the fact that she did it in front of Jackson made Lori understand the concept of catfight. Which was crazy. She shouldn’t and didn’t care that Jackson viewed her as vapid and useless. If she kept telling herself that, she would believe it.

Jackson walked into the barn to check on a loose stall door and heard the scrape of a shovel from the other side of the barn. The horses were out for an afternoon ride with the campers, so he figured it was a good time to take care of cleaning stalls. He checked three of the doors and found the third one was the culprit. Pulling out his tools, he replaced the stripped screws.

Just as he finished the job, he heard a feminine voice humming. He didn’t recognize the song until the voice put words to the Justin Timberlake number about bringing sexy back. His lips twitched. If he didn’t know better, he would swear that was Lori’s voice, but she couldn’t possibly be mucking out horse manure.

He couldn’t resist a peek at the songstress, and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor at the sight of Lori wearing a hat, gloves, boots, and borrowed jeans that didn’t fit. Swinging a fork and her butt, she moved in time to an MP3 player in her pocket. She was so intent on her job and the music, she didn’t notice him.

Unable to tear himself from the unlikely sight, he stared for several moments.

Lori turned around, saw him, and screamed.

Jackson grimaced and moved toward her with his hands lifted. “For Pete’s sake, it’s just me.”

She pulled earphones from her ears. “I didn’t know anyone was there.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Not long,” he said. “Just long enough to know you’re not a contender for American Idol.”

She scowled at him. “Thank you very much. You can leave now.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “With this kind of show? No way.” He glanced at the stall. “You’ve done a damn good job.”

“Of course I have,” she said, grabbing the wheelbarrow and pushing it out of the stall.

He walked along beside her. “I didn’t know mucking out stalls was on your usual list of activities.”

“It isn’t now, but I did it all the time in college and during my summers here.” She dumped the contents of the wheelbarrow into a predetermined pile. “I’ve actually spent much more time taking care of horses than cooking or cleaning.”

“That’s right. Your major was equestrian studies. So why aren’t you helping with the campers?”

“Cleaning stalls is one of those things that comes right back to you. But I haven’t ridden in a while. I’m rusty.”

“Why not?”

“I took a few spills, broke a bone or two. Daddy refused to let me get back on a horse.”

“Daddy’s gone now,” Jackson said.

“True,” she said and shrugged. “But if I want to be helpful, I need to stick with an area where I’m sure I’m competent.”

“I’m stunned. I never would have pictured you, Lori Jean Granger, heiress to millions, doing something like this.”

She met his gaze. “I guess that means you either underestimated me or overestimated me. I wonder which,” she said and moved on to another stall.

“You know you may need to stay here at the ranch for at least a couple of weeks before everything dies down in Dallas?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “I’m fine with that. I’ve always liked it here. The only part about waiting is that I need to get married so I can help out Virginia financially.” She shrugged. “But I guess that’s more your problem than mine.”

“Mine?”

“Yes, you have to bring in the prospects. It might be tougher getting the right man for the job to come all the way down here.”

Jackson swore. She was right about that one.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to show a little patience,” Virginia said as she pulled hot biscuits from the oven.

Maria rolled her eyes as she packed the dinner baskets assigned to each cabin. “It would be easier if she weren’t so useless. All that food she wasted, and then she took forever to clean the cabins. I bet she doesn’t even know how to make a bed.”

“She does,” Virginia said. “It’s just been a while. If you understood how overprotective Lori Jean’s daddy was, then maybe you wouldn’t be so hard on her.”

“Overprotectiveness was never an issue with my father,” Maria said, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice. Her father had been so abusive she’d repeatedly run away from home, but every time she’d left, he’d found her and beat her. She rubbed the scar on her cheek. The last time Maria had run away, she was eighteen and Virginia and Skip had intervened.

“I know, sweetheart,” Virginia said and gave Maria a quick hug. “I wish Skip and I could have done something for you sooner, but we didn’t even know you existed until we found you sleeping in the barn.”

“Lucky for me,” Maria said. “But how long do we have to let Lori stay here?”

“As long as I told you that you could stay here,” Virginia told her in a firm voice.

Virginia had assured Maria that she could stay on the ranch as long as she wanted. “But I was helpful,” Maria said. “I didn’t ruin entire meals.”

“Give Lori some time. She’ll be helpful, too. You may not see it, but she has a heart of gold.”

“If she has this heart of gold, then why doesn’t she just give you the money for the ranch?” Maria demanded.