Amanda Renee - Betting on Texas

“Stop here!” Miranda shrieked, almost causing Jesse to drive off the road.

Before the truck came to a complete stop, Miranda had the door open. She jumped down and sprinted toward the furniture at a yard sale on the side of the road.

“I love it!” Miranda cried as she ran her hand over the old dresser. “How much?”

No please! No furniture! You’re not staying long enough to warrant furniture. You only need a bed.

Miranda’s purchases at the yard sale included a dresser, an iron bed frame, a sideboard, a few rocking chairs and a buffet.

“We have to return for the buffet and the chairs,” Jesse groaned. “There’s no more room in the truck.”

Jesse inwardly fumed. There was plenty to do at the ranch and they had already killed a good portion of the morning. The last thing he wanted to do today was move a bunch of furniture around. He would have figured her the type who wanted new things, not pieces in dire need of refinishing. Frustration began to set in. He wanted her out of Ramblewood and fast. Yet here she was, nesting like a mother bird.

“It’s all right, Jesse,” Beau Bradley said. “Aaron and I will drop them by the ranch later on. It’s good seeing someone in the old Carter place again.”

“No comment.” Jesse held his tongue to keep from speaking his true feelings on the subject. “You sure you want to be saddled lugging this stuff over?”

“No trouble at all.”

Jesse didn’t want the old man to overexert himself. Which he had a tendency to do on most occasions.

“Thanks!” Miranda beamed.

“Anytime.” Beau tipped his hat and waved goodbye.

Back on course, Jesse steered the truck onto the main road and headed toward town.

“Where are you going?” Miranda looked through the rear window at her purchases. “We need to unload the truck.”

“After we eat and buy a bed.”

“But someone will steal it!” Miranda’s breath quickened.

“Steal what?” Jesse shot her a sidelong glance.

“My furniture!” She pointed out the window. “It’s sitting there, in the open.”

“Not around here they won’t.” Jesse laughed. “Listen, if you’re going to live here, you best get yourself accustomed to our way of life. People here are friendly. They lend a hand to one another. No one even locks their doors at night. There’s no need to worry about anyone stealing your furniture. What do you want with this stuff, anyway? It all needs to be refinished.”

“I know. I can’t wait to get started.” Miranda looked gleeful at the prospect.

“You?” Jesse asked in disbelief. “What do you know about wood refinishing?”

“Plenty.” Miranda jutted her chin in the air. “I read all about it in a magazine.”

He laughed. Instead of arguing with him, she turned on the radio, drowning out any possibility of a conversation. From the corner of his eye, he watched Miranda mouth the words to the Tim McGraw song. The girl did her homework. He wondered if they even had country music in D.C.

Miranda hesitated when he stopped the truck in front of The Magpie. The redbrick luncheonette didn’t look like an intimidating place to him with its white vinyl bird cutouts that decorated the large picture window. But something was causing her to hesitate. Then he realized she was still worried about her furniture.

“Give it a rest, Miranda.” Jesse held the door open to the luncheonette. “No one will steal your precious furniture.”

All eyes were on Miranda as she walked through the door. It was very obvious everyone had heard Jesse’s comment. He was as embarrassed as she was right about now.

He led her to a booth, exchanging a few pleasantries along the way. The luncheonette was small. Four booths lined one wall, with a handful of tables close by. Originally a bakery, owner Maggie Dalton chose the name The Magpie after her husband had vetoed the name Maggie’s Buns. Over the years, The Magpie grew into a place where some folks ate every meal. It was the spot to go to catch up on Ramblewood’s latest gossip.

Or witness it, as the case may be today.

“Well, hello there, Jesse.”

A stunning redhead winked as she set two cups of coffee and a creamer on the table. Her short pink uniform and white apron accentuated her slender figure. As many times as he’d asked Bridgett out, she’d always turned him down flat.

“Hey, Bridgett.” Jesse turned sideways in the booth. “How’s your mom doing?”

“Much better now. The cast’s coming off this week. After some rehab, she’ll be able to get around on her own.”

“Must be a nuisance,” Jesse continued, ignoring Miranda’s glares. She could wait a moment longer and learn the meaning of the word patience.

“Don’t I know it. For me as much as her. I have to work all day, then go home and take her every place she needs to go.”

“Be sure to give her my best.”

Miranda cleared her throat loudly until Jesse acknowledged her.

“Bridgett, this here is Miranda. She bought the old Carter place.”

“It’s a pleasure, Miranda.” Bridgett smiled sweetly. “You need anything, you just holler, you hear?”

“Thanks.” Miranda shrugged, dismissing Bridgett’s sincerity.

Jesse shot her a warning glare. Bridgett shrugged and took a pencil from behind her ear.

“The usual for you, hon?”

“That’d be great,” Jesse said.

“What will you have, dear?”

“Do you have anything low fat?” Miranda wrinkled up her nose as she perused the menu.

“She’ll have pancakes and sausage.” Jesse scowled, daring her to challenge him.

“You got it. They’ll be out in a few.” Bridgett winked at Jesse again as she walked toward the kitchen.

“I could have ordered for myself.” Miranda grabbed a napkin from the dispenser and wiped the table. “I’m on a diet.”

“You look fine.” Jesse snatched the napkin from her hands. “And you’re going to need a big breakfast to get through today.”

Miranda slumped backward in the booth. Every so often, someone would turn and stare at her.

“What are they all looking at?” Miranda said between clenched teeth.

“The person who stole my ranch. I told you. All of Ramblewood was behind me on this.”

While Jesse appreciated the support he received from the townsfolk, he wasn’t prepared for all the glaring and whispering he was seeing before him. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“Well, they don’t have to be so rude about it.” Miranda’s voice rose.

“Would you pipe down?” He reached for her hands across the top of the table.

“I will not pipe down!” she shouted. “Who do you think you are bossing me around every ten seconds? I’m really getting tired of it.”

Embarrassed, Jesse squeezed Miranda’s hands in his and tried to soothe her.

“I’m sorry. Please, calm down.”

Jesse wanted nothing more than to leave the luncheonette. He had more than his fill of this mouthy northerner for one morning. Bringing her here was a mistake.

“Is it true you bought Double Trouble so you could turn it into a housing development?”

Jesse hung his head. This couldn’t have come at a worse time. Why had he ever told Charlotte Hargrove what he thought the new owner’s plans were?

Because you know she has a big mouth and would tell the whole town.

Miranda slowly scanned the prim woman standing before her. Jesse held his breath sensing a major blowout was about to take place.

“What did you ask me?” Miranda released herself from Jesse’s grasp.

Miranda’s words were slow and deliberate. Jesse watched the heat rise in her face and her pupils dilate. Ready to do battle.

“The way I hear it, you’re turning Double Trouble into a housing development.”