Marin Thomas - Twins For The Texas Rancher

“The bank is ready to foreclose on your property.”

“Walter’s got no right sharing my personal business with you.”

“He’s concerned, Emmett. He knows Sara and I were close and the three of us go way back.”

“Logan handles the ranch accounts. He hasn’t said a word to me.”

“The bank sent late-payment statements in April, May and June.”

“Logan would have said something to me if he’d gotten them.”

“Maybe he did and you forgot,” Amelia said.

Emmett glared. “You think I’m addled now?”

Sadie held her breath when her aunt leaned forward, fingers curling as if she wanted to choke him. “If I thought your brain was stuck in some mental mud, I’d suggest building a sanatorium on your property instead of a tourist attraction.”

“Why didn’t Walter come out here and tell me?”

“Don’t you remember? Walter was traveling through Europe all summer. The manager who took his place drove down from Dallas once a week and stayed only long enough to make sure the bank hadn’t burned down before leaving again.”

Emmett shook his head. “Doesn’t make sense.”

“Walter made calls on your behalf, but the bank refuses to give any concessions. You have thirty days to come up with the cash or you’ll lose the ranch,” Amelia said.

The sip of coffee Emmett gulped must have slid down the wrong pipe, because he fell into a coughing fit.

Amelia leaped from her chair and pounded his back. “Quit hacking or you’ll break your ribs.” Her aunt’s hand went from whacking to rubbing in slow circles. Emmett’s eyes drifted closed, then a moment later popped open.

“Quit slappin’ me, Mimi.”

Mimi? Where had that nickname come from? When Sadie’s grandmother was alive, she’d never called her older sister Mimi.

“This is some cockamamy plot you and Walter conjured up so you could get your hands on my land.”

Amelia sucked in a quick breath. “Don’t be an ass. I would never conspire to steal Paradise Ranch out from under you.” She sat down and lowered her voice. “I’m willing to pay off your debt.”

“There is no debt until Logan says so,” Emmett said.

“I knew you’d be stubborn—” Amelia nodded to Sadie. “That’s why my niece is here.”

“What’s she got to do with you and Walter scheming against me?”

“Sadie has an accounting degree. Let her examine the ranch books. If the bank made a mistake, she’ll find it.”

Emmett drummed his knobby fingers against the tabletop. “You aren’t offering her services out of the goodness of your heart. What’s the catch?”

“If Walter’s correct, I’ll take care of the delinquent payments.”

Emmett squinted. “In exchange for what?”

“For you agreeing to give up twenty-five acres of your property.”

His lips parted and his breath escaped his mouth in a loud whoosh. “What are you going to do with twenty-five acres?”

“I plan to build a tourist attraction that you, Logan and Gunner will manage.”

Amelia sipped her coffee and winced.

Emmett’s mouth twitched. “Too strong for you?”

Sadie’s aunt glared.

“What kind of tourist attraction?” Emmett asked.

“I want to use the acreage for trail rides and a petting zoo.”

The coffee mug halted halfway to his lips, then returned to the table in slow motion.

“Before you tell me to jump in a lake, let me explain.” Amelia held up one finger. “First, you don’t have to invest a dime of your own money. I’ll pick up the entire tab. Second—” another finger popped up “—everyone knows the land bordering the Los Lobos Ranch is useless rocky terrain, which makes it perfect for trail riding.” A third finger appeared. “A petting zoo will interest families with children.” Four fingers wiggled in front of his face. “And the attractions will bring in extra income for you and your grandsons.”

Emmett didn’t say a word and Amelia pushed harder. “Gunner and Lydia have a child on the way. Wouldn’t you like to start a college fund for them?”

Her aunt had left off the fifth reason, but Sadie could guess what it was—Amelia hoped having to cater to tourists would breathe life back into her old flame.

“What do you think?” Amelia asked.

“You know what I think. It stinks,” he said.

Her aunt crossed her arms over her chest. “Stampede would be the first town in the area to offer trail rides and a petting zoo. Rocky Point and Mesquite don’t have anything similar.”

“If you’re bored, find a new hobby and stop messing with Stampede,” he said.

“You can’t afford to be your stubborn self—not when the ranch is at stake.” Amelia drew in a deep breath. “This is a win-win situation. Paradise Ranch stays in your possession and brings in added income, and the town has a new tourist attraction.”

“What man in his right mind would agree to turn his ranch into a three-ring circus?”

Amelia’s face softened. “A man on the verge of losing what he’d hoped to keep in his family for generations to come.”

Emmett’s cheeks drooped as the reality of his situation sank in. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let your niece have a look at the books.”

“Aunt Amelia.” Sadie jumped into the conversation. “Reviewing the finances of a large ranch will take hours or even days, and I have the boys to think about.” The twins were too much for her aunt to handle for more than a couple of hours at a time.

“We’ll figure out what to do with Tyler and Tommy later,” Amelia said.

Emmett nodded to Sadie. “Logan will have to show you where everything is. I don’t go into the office much anymore.”

It was one thing to have a grumpy old man breathing down her neck while she pored over bank statements and ledgers, and another to have a handsome man close to her age watching her every move.

Emmett got up from the table and walked outside. As soon as the door closed behind him, Amelia clapped her hands together. “That went well, don’t you think?”

“I’m not comfortable prying into Emmett’s finances.” Besides, her trip to Stampede was supposed to be a chance for her and the boys to catch their breath and spend time together while she figured out her next steps.

“Nonsense.” Amelia walked to the door. “With your experience it won’t take long to uncover the truth, and then Emmett will have no choice but to go along with my plan.”

“I apologize if I’m stepping out of line,” Sadie said. “But it’s not like you to bully someone, and Emmett doesn’t want you digging around in his private affairs.”

“I may have come on a little strong, but it’s for his own good.”

“You still have feelings for him, don’t you?”

Amelia pressed her hand over her heart. “I’ve never stopped caring for Emmett, not even when I was married to Robert.”

Back in the day, Emmett and their aunt had broken up after an argument. A few days later Uncle Robert, an oil executive, had passed through Stampede on business and had swept Amelia off her feet.

“Let’s find out what time Logan will be available to help you in the office tomorrow.”

Sadie followed her aunt out the door and they cut across the yard. The sound of laughter met their ears as they approached the barn and they paused in the doorway to take in the scene.

Emmett sat on a hay bale in a corner next to Tyler, grinning as he watched Logan trot down the center of the barn pushing a wheelbarrow with Tommy seated inside. At the end of the aisle Logan applied the brakes and her son catapulted through the air and disappeared into a gigantic pile of hay. A moment later his head popped into view and he gasped for air between giggles.

“I want a turn!” Tyler shouted.