Brenda Minton - Jenna's Cowboy Hero

“So, what’s your news?” Jenna leaned back in her chair, hands fiddling with the paper that had come off a straw.

“You get your camp.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll be staying, at least through the end of July. My agent thinks I should stay and help get the camp running.” He wouldn’t expand on Will’s words, which had been a little harsher than what he was willing to admit to Jenna. “I called the church that left the message and told them I might be able to get something going in time, or close to it. If they can be flexible.”

Her eyes widened and he could see the smile trembling at the corners of her mouth. “I can help.”

“I thought you might.”

Vera pushed through the swinging doors of the kitchen carrying a tray of food and avoiding eye contact with him. Probably because she’d been listening in. At least she didn’t have a camera or an agenda.

Or did she have an agenda? Probably not the one he was used to. More than likely Vera had only one agenda. She had matchmaking on her mind. She had the wrong guy if that was her plan.

“Did I hear someone mention my meat loaf special?” She set down plates with burgers in front of Jenna and the boys and pulled a pen and order pad out of her pocket. “I’ve got that chocolate chess pie you like.”

“No pie tonight. If I don’t start cutting myself back, you’ll have me fifty pounds overweight when I leave Dawson.”

Vera’s brows shifted up. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re still in a hurry to get out of here?”

“Not anymore. I’m going to stay and make sure things are taken care of at the camp.”

Across from him the boys stopped eating their burgers and looked at each other. It was a look that settled somewhere in the pit of his stomach, like a warning siren on a stormy afternoon. Those two boys were up to more than seeing who could get the most ketchup on their fries.

At the moment David was winning. He had a pile of ketchup on top of two fries and he was moving it toward his open mouth. Adam held his breath, watching, wanting the kid to win, and maybe to break into that big grin he kept hidden away.

Just as David started to push the fry into his mouth, the front door to Vera’s opened. David looked up and his fry moved, dropping the ketchup. Everyone at the table groaned, including Adam.

“That isn’t the reaction I normally get when I walk into a restaurant.” The man stepping inside the door was tall, a little balding and thin. The woman behind him smiled, her gaze settling on Jenna.

“No, it’s usually the reaction you get when you tell one of your jokes on Sunday morning,” the woman teased with a wink at Jenna, punctuating the words.

“Pastor Todd, Lori, pull up another table and join us,” Jenna offered a little too quickly and Adam got it. She wasn’t thrilled with the idea of Adam Mackenzie at her table. He sat back, relishing that fact.

A little.

Until it got to him that she wasn’t thrilled to be sharing a table with him. Jenna cleared her throat and a foot kicked his.

“Excuse me?” He met her sparkling gaze and she nodded to Pastor Todd.

“Could you help him move that table over here, push it up against ours?”

“Oh, of course.” Adam stood up. And he remembered his manners. “I’m sorry, we haven’t met.”

“Pastor Todd Robbins.” Todd held out his hand. “My wife, and obviously better half, Lori.”

“Adam Mackenzie.”

And they acted like they didn’t know who he was. Maybe they didn’t. Not everyone watched football. He reached for the table and helped move it, pushing it into place as Jenna had directed. And Vera still watching, smiling, as if she had orchestrated it all.

“So, what first?” Jenna wiped her fingers on a paper towel she’d pulled off the role in the center of the table.

“What?” Adam looked surprised, like he’d forgotten the camp. She wasn’t going to let him forget.

“The camp. You’ll need beds, mattresses, food…”

He raised his hand, letting out a sigh that moved his massive shoulders. “I don’t know where to start. I don’t see any way this can be done in a matter of days.”

“Weeks.”

He didn’t return her smile. “Yeah, well, my glass of optimism isn’t as full as yours. We have less than two weeks. And then we have kids, lots of them, and they need activities.”

“Not as many as you might think. I think if you talk to their church, they have lessons planned, chapel services, music. You need the beds, window coverings. They’ll bring their own bedding.” She stopped talking because he looked like a man who couldn’t take much more. “Oh, horses.”

She whispered the last, in case he was at the end of his rope and about to let go.

“Horses?”

“Clint can help you with that.”

“Is there some way that I can help with this project?” Todd broke in. “I’d be glad to do something.”

“We’ll need kitchen help, and people to clean the grounds and the cabins.” Jenna reached for her purse and pulled out a pen. She started to write, but Adam covered her hand with his.

She looked at his hand on hers and then up, meeting a look that asked her to stop, to let it go. He turned to Pastor Todd.

“Let’s talk about it later, maybe tomorrow. Not now.”

He was in denial. Poor thing. And so was Jenna if she thought she was immune to a gorgeous man. She moved the hand that was still under his, and he squeezed a little before sliding his hand away.

“Okay, tomorrow.” But she was no longer as sure as she had been. Adam smiled at her, like he knew what she was thinking. So she said something different to prove him wrong. “Clint will be back tomorrow.”

With that she let it go, because it hit her that she had just invited this man into her life. He was the last person she needed filling space in her world, in her days.

The horse tied in the center aisle of the barn stomped at flies and shook her head to show her displeasure with the wormer paste they’d pushed into her mouth. The tube said green apple. Jenna had no intentions of trying it, but she doubted it tasted anything like an apple. She patted the horse’s golden palomino rump and walked around to her side, the injection ready with the animal’s immunizations. Clint stood to the side. He and Willow had come home early and he’d surprised Jenna by showing up this morning to help with the horses.

“Why are you so quiet today?” Clint slipped the file back into the box of supplies he’d brought in. This horse’s hooves hadn’t needed trimming, which meant he had just stood back and watched as Jenna did what she needed to do.

And now she wished she had more to do so she could ignore his question. He knew her far too well.

“I’m not quiet.”

“Yes, you are. Normally when we get home from a trip you have a million questions. ‘How did Jason do this week?’ He did great, by the way. Got tossed on his head.”

She looked up. Leaning against the horse’s back, watching from the opposite side of Clint. “Is he okay?”

Jason was one of her best friends. She sometimes regretted that they’d never really felt anything more than friendship. He’d make a great husband for someone. He was kind, funny, wealthy. And not the guy for her.

“He’s fine. And Dolly has gone ten outs without being ridden.”

“That’s great. I bet Willow is proud.”

“She is. They’re considering him for the finals at the end of the year.”

“Great.”

“And then we flew home in the pickup.”

“I’m so glad.”

“And you’re not listening to me.”

Jenna stared out the door at the boys, watching them play in the grassy area near the barn. The dog was sitting nearby, watching, the way he watched cattle in the field. If he had to, he’d round the boys up and drive them to her. They loved it when he did that. Sometimes they wandered away from her just to see if the dog would circle and move them back to Jenna. The nature of a cow dog was to herd. Jenna was glad she’d brought home the black-and-white border collie. It had been a cute, fluffy puppy, and was now a great dog.