Colter Gamblers: Gambling On A Heart Part 5

Or was the fluttery feeling from the prospect of seeing Tracy?

Tracy pushed her gla.s.ses up her nose and stared at the list of cla.s.ses she'd have to take to complete her bachelor's degree. If she could go full-time, she'd be done in three semesters. But since she couldn't quit her life and devote every second to studying, it would take her at least five.

She sighed and clicked the exit icon at the corner of the University of Texas at Austin website. It was foolish to entertain the idea of going to medical school. She'd be forty before she'd graduate.

With a sniff, she opened her email, deleting junk mail and spam until she landed on a subject line that read, In response to your ad.

Tracy leaned back in her chair. Was it possible someone had already replied to her advertis.e.m.e.nt she'd placed that morning on the local paper's website after Henrietta had left? She clicked it open and read the note.

Hi, not sure if you remember me. I'm Melissa Blackwell. I'm back in Colton to take care of Buck, my dad, who recently was diagnosed with lung cancer. Anyway, I saw your ad this morning and would love to meet with you to talk about the job. I worked for six years in LA at LaSalle's. I've attached a copy of my resume.

I'll be waiting to hear from you.

Melissa Blackwell Tracy didn't remember Melissa, but she knew who she was. Melissa and her identical twin sister had lived in Los Angeles with their mother since they were little. Their father, Buck Blackwell, owned the Broken B Ranch across the road from b.u.t.terfly and Oak Springs.

As she opened the resume, the bell above the front door twinkled its cheery warning that someone entered the shop. No other customers were scheduled. She glanced at the clock on her computer and frowned.

"Tracy?" Zack's voice sounded from the front reception area. "Are you here?"

She gasped, pulled the gla.s.ses from her face and reached up to touch her hair. Messy strands stuck out of the b.u.t.terfly clip. She hurriedly took it out, twisted her hair, and put the clip back in, calling, "I'm here. I'll be out in a minute."

After she jumped from her chair, she rushed into the small bathroom and peered into the mirror above the pedestal sink. Her makeup had long ago disappeared and the mascara had smudged under her eyes. She rubbed at the marks and sighed.

Figures, he'd show up when I look my absolutely worst after a day of making others look beautiful.

Giving up, she headed out to the front of the converted Victorian to the front room. Zack bracketed his waist above his service belt and stood next an older man she recognized as Herb Milroy.

Zack turned as she entered the room, and removed his hat. He stared at her with those new-denim blue eyes for a moment as if he wondered why he was there. "Tracy, I think you know Agent Milroy."

Tracy rounded the antique desk she used as a reception counter. Holding out her hand, she smiled. "Herb, it's been a long time."

Herb shook her hand. "Ma'am, I'm hoping you can answer some questions regarding the cattle your brother and his wife lost the other night."

She glanced at Zack, who was busy looking everywhere but at her. "Sure. What do you want to know?"

One side of Herb's lips twitched up, and he took out a notepad. "What can you tell us about the cattle that were stolen?"

Tracy folded her hands and shrugged. "According to Tom Miller there were forty-five taken. Ah...I'm not sure what you want me to tell you."

Zack stopped avoiding her and met her gaze. "How long were they in that pasture?"

Sweat gathered at the back of her neck and she rubbed it. "They were moved over into the pasture about two weeks ago. I think they were going to be rounded up after Dylan and Charli come back from their honeymoon, and put into the feedlot."

"What can you tell us about their brands?" Herb looked up from his pad.

"They are the last of the cattle that were owned by Leon. Their brands are the old oak leaf with an F inside. The Oak Springs brand, rather than the B bar OS brand."

"Thanks, Miz." Herb put his notebook away and bobbed his head. "That gives us something to work on. Have a good day."

"You, too. Tell Ellie h.e.l.lo from me," she said, referring to his wife.

"Will do." Herb smiled as he settled his hat onto his head. "See you tomorrow, Sheriff."

Tracy expected Zack to follow Herb out the door, but he hung back. After the door closed, Zack looked down and turned his hat in his hands. "Have you talked to Dylan and Charli?"

"I got a text from Charli letting me know they arrived in Hawaii okay. But if you're asking if they know about the cattle, the answer is no."

He nodded and met her gaze. "Are you okay?" Quickly, he added, "I mean sometimes when a theft happens so close to home, it can shake you up some. Especially with everything else that's gone on with your family."

She shrugged and rubbed her arms. "I'm okay. It isn't like my house was broken into. But I can see how something like this could bother a person."

When he put his hat on, getting ready to leave, Tracy was both glad and disappointed. Without meaning to say anything at all, she said, "I got an interesting email this morning."

Zack puckered his brow in askance.

"It was from Melissa Blackwell. She's back in town."

He rubbed the side of his face in thought. His beard was coming in as a dark shadow on his angular jaw. She could imagine the sinful sensations it could cause on her skin in certain forbidden places.

She s.h.i.+vered as a blush heated her neck. Don't even go there.

"You heard about Buck?" he asked.

"Yeah, apparently she's here to take care of him. She answered the ad I placed this morning for help."

He swung his sharp blue eyes to hers. "You're looking to hire someone?"

She moved behind the desk and pretended to rearrange her pens and pencils in the lace-covered jar in which she kept them. "I'm thinking about it."

"So, you're expanding. That's good."

Tracy shook her head. "Not really." A short snort of a laugh escaped her lips. She had to be crazy for even thinking this, let alone telling Zack, but something deep down needed his approval, or maybe it was his acceptance. "I'm going back to school to finish my degree."

He raised a brow, and his lips turned up at the corners. It wasn't much of a smile, but it made Tracy's heart soar. "Good for you. Well, I gotta go and pick up Mandy from daycare."

Still recovering from the thrill he'd given her, Tracy swallowed hard and nodded. "Have a good night."

At the door, he looked over his shoulder at her and tipped his hat. "You, too. See you around."

For a long time after he left, Tracy stood there in the reception area. What the h.e.l.l had just happened? When had she actually decided to go back to school?

She laughed aloud and shook her head. "I guess I decided two minutes ago."

d.a.m.n. She rushed to her office and clicked on the website for the university. She'd better get registered.

Chapter 5.

Zack held onto Amanda's hand and looked over the crowd gathered for the first game of the Colton Junior Cowboys and the Hamilton Broncos Wednesday evening. Football always drew a large crowd in this part of Texas. And the Pee Wee Flag Football League wasn't an exception. The limited seating offered by rickety bleachers was filled to capacity and blankets and lawn chairs lined the sidelines. Every available s.p.a.ce seemed to be filled.

If he hadn't promised Mandy they would come to the game, he wouldn't be here. That morning, Zack got the news that another rustling happened in a neighboring county. Herb Milroy was convinced the same thieves. .h.i.tting up ranches in Forest County were involved.

Later in the day, Zack had been stuck at the office longer than his s.h.i.+ft for a meeting with the Texas Rangers and FBI investigators involved in Leon Ferguson's multiple murder case. When he'd gotten back to the ranch, one of the foremen cornered him with information that a strip of fencing between his share of the CW Ranch and a neighbor was down. His neighbor's stud ended up on Zack's side of the fence with his recently purchased thoroughbred mares. Lord only knew what damage to his mares that big paint stallion ended up doing.

As he tried to shake off the bad day, he looked over the spectators. The game had already started and the Junior Cowboys had scored the first touchdown.

Mandy tugged on his hand. "Hey, there's Miz Tracy. She has plenty of room on her blanket. Let's go sit with her."

Before he could protest, Mandy let go of his hand and weaved her way around the other cheering spectators. She stopped beside the worn blanket on which Tracy lounged with her arms braced behind her and her long, bare legs crossed at the ankles. She'd kicked off her sandals and they lay beside her slender feet. The early evening sun played in the long hair flowing over her shoulders, picking out golden highlights from the brown. Tracy had no idea just how s.e.xy she was with her lean body dressed in denim shorts and a t-s.h.i.+rt.

When Tracy looked over her shoulder at Amanda, he watched a winning smile light up her sculpted face. She said something to Mandy, but Zack was too far away to hear. However, as Amanda sat next to her, he a.s.sumed it must have been an invitation. A knot formed in his throat as Tracy put her arm around his daughter's shoulders, hugging her close. Mandy smiled at Tracy and said something that made her laugh. Even from the distance, he heard the husky whisper of her laughter.

Tracy looked over the heads of those sitting behind her and greeted him with a tentative smile of invitation. Every brain cell still holding an ounce of reasoning screamed at him to grab his daughter and sit somewhere else. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to have enough of those brain cells left.

Zack sat on the blanket beside Mandy and looked out over the field as a kid from the opposing team ran the football until a Cowboy deflagged him, downing the ball.

He looked at Tracy and smiled. "Hi. Thanks for the seat."

"You're welcome." Tracy pulled her legs up to sit in an identical pose to his six-year-old. Something Mandy called crisscross applesauce. He knew it as Indian style, but he supposed these days everything had to be politically correct. "You making an official appearance? Or are you here to watch someone in particular?"

"I guess it's an official appearance, and I promised to bring Mandy. She wanted to see Bobby play." Zack suddenly found himself tongue-tied. Looking for something else to say, he asked, "Your parents aren't here?"

"Nope, they decided to take a drive down to Fort Hood for a few days to visit the general in charge. Dad's friends with him." She shrugged and a clump of her dark hair fell over her face. She pushed it back and held it there for a few beats as if that would make it stay in place. "I'll be glad when they get home. Those two furb.a.l.l.s they call dogs are driving me nuts. I'm so not looking forward to watching them when they go back to Was.h.i.+ngton in a couple of weeks."

Zack laughed and followed the movement of the lock of hair as it fell over the side of her face again. "Dog sitting?"

She nodded and pulled one of those big fabric ponytail things out of her pocket. As she pulled her hair back and secured it with the thing, she said, "Now that I have more room, I'd love to get a dog, but I want a real dog, not a yapper."

"We have an Austrian herder." Mandy looked up at Tracy. "Daddy says they are the best dogs alive."

Tracy smiled and squeezed Mandy's shoulders in another embrace. "I like them, too. I'd really like to have a Labrador, but convincing my mom might be hard, and she lives at my house, too. She doesn't like bigger dogs."

"Really? Why not?" Mandy asked.

Shrugging, Tracy let go of Mandy to fold her arms into her lap. "I'm not really sure. I think she was bitten as a kid and is afraid of them. She wouldn't have Cinnamon and Ginger if my dad hadn't gotten them for her before he went away to the war the last time."

"We should bring Bailey over for your momma to meet. She's a great dog."

Tracy glanced at Zack and then returned her attention to Mandy. "Maybe that would work."

Zack had sensed the tension between Tracy and her parents at the wedding. "That's going to be a big change for you. Living with your parents, I mean."

"Yep."

"I can't imagine living with mine again either."

She pulled her knees up and hugged them. When she sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth, he knew she was unsure about something. At last, she said, "You always had your house to come home to. Even when your grandparents were alive, the old house was always earmarked as yours."

And it could have been yours, if you hadn't cheated on me.

Mandy's voice broke through the painful thought. "Which player is Bobby?"

Tracy looked at Mandy, her pride in her son obvious in her smile. "He's number ten. The quarterback."

"Wow. He throws the ball, right?" Mandy looked at Zack.

He gently yanked on one of Mandy's pigtails. "He sure does."

Just like his father did.

But Tracy's not with Jake anymore.

"Bobby has to be really good, I guess." Mandy came up on her knees and fidgeted a few moments as she watched the next play on the field. "He said his daddy is the coach."

"Yes, he is." Tracy's voice had an edge to it.

Everyone in the county knew Jake Parker had been a rising high school football star. He'd earned a football scholars.h.i.+p to Texas A & M his junior year of high school by leading the Mavericks for two straight years to the state champions.h.i.+ps. He'd been touted as the best quarterback the school had ever seen before and since. But Jake lost the scholars.h.i.+p and the chance to make something out of himself when a riding accident took it all away.

Many people in the county would have loved having Jake coach the high school team if he'd been qualified, meaning if he had a college education. However, there were just as many who didn't think Jake was fit to coach anyone, especially a group of impressionable young boys who would do anything to please Coach Parker.

Zack looked back at Tracy, but she had her attention on the plays on the field. He wasn't even sure who had the ball. "I get the impression you aren't thrilled about the choice of coach?"

When Tracy took a deep breath, the blue and white Junior Cowboy Logo of her t-s.h.i.+rt stretched over her chest. Did she ever go without a bra as she had when they'd dated?

Dear G.o.d! He had to get a grip. He forced his eyes to the nine- through twelve-year-olds on the football field and off speculating about Tracy's underwear. h.e.l.l, he was acting like a hormone happy fourteen-year-old!

"Not particularly." She raised a brow, and he realized she'd probably caught him ogling her chest. "So, Mandy, do you play any sports?"

"Not really." Mandy shrugged and shook her head. "Daddy's teaching me to barrel race my pony. He won't let me try on Holly, my horseyet. He's being a big stick in the mud. Says I'll get hurt." She punctuated the statement with a dramatically exasperated huff.

A corner of Tracy's lips twitched upward as she looked at Zack. "Really."

"I want to ride in the rodeo at the fair next summer."

"Imagine that. I'm sure you'll do well."

Zack had to put a stop to where this was going, and fast. "I told you we'll see about the rodeo."

Mandy's eyes turned to his, and she lost some of the cheerfulness. "Just because Momma didn't like you doing rodeo doesn't mean she won't like me to."

If Tracy noticed his tensing at the mention of his reason for quitting the rodeo, she ignored it. "Your daddy was a really good rodeo cowboy. I still remember the thrill he'd give when I watched him."