âI wouldnât go that far.â
âI would. Youâre a cowboy. You sing. Case closed. Oh, and hereâs your bill of sale, complete with Thornwoodâs signature. Heâs had enough to drink that he doesnât care about much of anything, so he was more than happy to sign.â
âThank you.â Cade took the paper, opened it to check the signature and refolded it. âYou have my cell number. If he gives you any grief about this after he sobers up, let me know.â
âI doubt he will. Iâll wager that by tomorrow heâll have rewritten history. Heâll tell everyone he gave you the deal of a lifetime because heâs such a great guy and he felt sorry for you.â
âHe can make up any story he wants as long as he leaves me and this horse alone.â
âI think he will, but if I get any hint that heâs on the warpath, Iâll give you a holler.â
âThanks, Douglas.â He shook the foremanâs hand. âDonât forget. Weâre going to have that beer someday soon.â
âIâm counting on it.â
Climbing into the truck, Cade glanced around at the place heâd called home for eighteen months. It hadnât really been home, of course. Thunder Mountain was the only place that fit that description. Thornwood had been a lousy boss, but Douglas had made up for that. So it was with mixed feelings that Cade put the truck in gear and pulled away from the Circle T.
Heâd made it to the main road by the time Ringo decided to show himself. The gray tabby crawled from the space behind the passenger seat and settled himself on the worn upholstery. Immediately he began to purr.
Cade sighed. He should probably turn around and take Ringo back to the Circle T. âLook, Iâm heading over to a ranch that may have a territorial barn cat for all I know. You might not be welcome there. Then what?â
Ringo blinked at him and purred louder.
Cadeâs chest tightened. Heâd never had a pet of his own. Dogs and cats had been a constant presence at Thunder Mountain Ranch, but theyâd been loved and cared for by all the boys. Cade remembered each one fondly, but heâd never felt the deep connection that heâd formed with Ringo. Apparently Ringo returned the sentiment, because here he was ready to follow Cade wherever the road led.
âOkay, cat. Weâll figure it out.â
As if he understood that the matter was settled, Ringo curled up on the seat and closed his eyes.
That kind of trust was rare in this world. Cade hadnât experienced it often. He could count on one hand the people who trusted him like thatâHerb, Rosie, Damon, Finn, Douglas. Not Lexi.
If Ringo was offering him that level of trust, heâd be a fool not to take it and be grateful. Heâd also be very careful not to betray it. He knew what abandonment felt like, and he wouldnât wish that on any creature.
Lexi might think heâd abandoned her, but heâd been very careful not to make promises he couldnât keep. Thatâs what he told himself whenever guilty memories of her anger and her tears plagued him. Sheâd had expectations he couldnât meet. According to Lexi, some things were just understood. Not in his world. He was a guy who spelled everything out, and heâd never, ever said heâd marry her.
The Bar Z was only a forty-five-minute drive from the Circle T. About halfway there, Cadeâs cell phone rang. He pulled it off its holder on the dash, expecting a call from his buddy or maybe from Douglas.
Instead he stared in disbelief at the name on the screen. Lexi Simmons. Damned spooky, as if sheâd tuned in to his thoughts and picked up the phone.
But he didnât believe in mental telepathy, and he knew she wouldnât call because sheâd magically tapped into his brain waves. He had a bad feeling that he wouldnât like what he was about to hear. Heart racing, he