Western Romance Collection: Rugged Cowboys Part 14

He slips out of the truck and closes the door behind him. It's not supposed to rain tomorrow. He can afford to leave the rails in the bed of the truck and get started on them first thing.

Right now, he's got to go see Randy, got to see how the other boys are doing. Make sure they're eating right, make sure that everything's still on-track. That he's still making a full recovery as best as he can.

A nurse recognizes him. She must have, because she pulls him aside as he walks in. "Mr. Callahan?"

"Yes, miss?"

She blushes and looks down. Chews her lip a second. Callahan always thought of himself as a decent-looking man, but he doesn't generally have this kind of response from women.

Which means that in spite of his good looks and charm, there's something else that's not going well, because she's embarra.s.sed to say what it is.

"There's a, uh, problem with your insurance?"

"I called them, there shouldn't be an issue. You're saying they're still holding up payment?"

"Yes, sir. I know that it's not an ideal time for you, but-"

"No, I understand. You need to get paid. Same as anybody."

Callahan runs his fingers through his hair. "So what's the damage?"

"Don't worry about that, Mr. Callahan. We're going to keep trying with your insurance, and if that doesn't work, then we'll set up a payment plan with Mr. Reed."

The idea of Randy being saddled with upwards of a hundred grand in debt turns his stomach over. Injured on the ranch, and the insurance company won't pay. Refuses, even after he called and talked to his rep and they a.s.sured him that they were going to send payment through.

His teeth grit together, his jaw tightening nearly to the breaking point. "Thank you, miss."

Her face still shows every ounce of nervousness that she's no doubt feeling, but she nods and walks off.

Twenty thousand would do it for taxes. It'd do it easy. Fifteen would be cutting it a little close.

But G.o.d d.a.m.n if it would cover a week-long hospital stay, plus the cost of x-rays, plus all that. If insurance wasn't going to pay, then there was no way he could help cover it.

And there was no way that Randy Reed was going to pay for it, neither. He didn't have that kind of money, and he didn't really have that kind of money coming in, neither.

Philip's jaw tightens. There's only one way he could possibly get that kind of money. A possibility that, up until now, he's barely even entertained. He's only got one thing worth that much.

Something he's never thought of selling before in his life.

But if it's going to make the world of difference to the only thing close to family that Callahan's got left...

His chest hurts, and he can feel the weight of the world crashing down on his shoulders. But there's no question what the right thing to do is.

He'll wait until tonight, but he has to call. He'll do it as soon as he leaves the hospital, but first, he's got to go see the boys. He's got to make sure they're doing alright.

Chapter Thirty-Four.

Morgan noticed Brad's absence in the way that one notices that a chronic pain has gone away. It's not immediately obvious, because even though it has been a constant for years, it feels as if it's the natural state of things.

But once she noticed, sure enough, she couldn't remember seeing him in days. Almost four days had gone by since he'd decided to last come in for work, as far as she'd been able to tell.

Maybe he was at the other location. There was work to be done there, no doubt. But if he was, the man hadn't called her. She stands up and walks over to the punch-in cards. Sure enough, it shows that he's been punching himself in. And he's been punching himself out, too, at the end of every day.

So it's hard to believe, to say the least, that he's not coming in. And yet, she hasn't seen him. What that means, she's going to have to find time later to unpack. Right now isn't the time for it.

She takes a deep breath. There's a number on her desk with a circle around it. The circle goes around and around, three times, before crossing back across itself. Like if she circles it enough times, it'll be a number she's happy with.

There's a phone right by the pad of paper. She could call any time. But she won't, not today. Maybe not tomorrow, either. She hasn't decided yet. But she's going to have to decide at some point.

She's going to have to figure out what she's going to do with him. It wasn't supposed to have been a concern at all. She was there to buy his property. Nothing more. Then things had gotten a little more complicated. Then they'd gotten a lot more complicated.

Now it seemed like he was practically all she had time to think about. It was one thing to say that it wasn't effecting her work. She was a professional. Of course she wasn't letting it affect her work.

But that didn't mean that she could lie to herself about the situation. Her head hadn't been in her business for two weeks now. For two weeks, she hadn't been doing her job because she was too unsure about this G.o.d d.a.m.n ranch, and about the guy who owns it.

Her father was fond of a saying-s.h.i.t, or get off the pot.

Well, she'd been waffling for two weeks, and it was time to make the decision, before it up and walked away. There weren't going to be infinite chances to make this deal without hurting one or both of them.

In fact, she might already be past that point. It wasn't hard to imagine that he saw their relationship as more than just friendly. Morgan couldn't deny that she saw it in about the same way.

If she could make the deal, and she could do it without s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g him over, without spitting in his face, maybe that could continue. Maybe they'd have something together.

Which is why she's not calling.

Five-fifty is a screwjob. It's practically an outright attack. But she's looked at the numbers. She's looked hard. It's the only starting point she can offer. If the conversation pushes the number higher, she can offer more. Not much more.

Beyond that, she's hurting herself. She's hurting her company. But that's business.

Six wasn't what she wanted to offer. It was low of what she wanted.

Seven was low, and it would have hurt bad enough that she can't afford to have them come to that number. Not unless she really can't make the deal without it.

She takes a breath. Nothing to debate or decide any more. She's got to make the call, and she's got to do it before she gets in any deeper with Phil Callahan.

The ringer goes off right as she's trying to get her breathing slowed down, as she's trying to wrangle her twisting stomach into something resembling confidence.

She picks the phone up. It's Philip calling. A picture of him, his face surly and somehow looking just terribly like him, shows on her screen.

She wants just five more minutes. But she can't have five minutes. Her thumb flicks the b.u.t.ton and she puts the phone to her ear.

"h.e.l.lo?"

Chapter Thirty-Five.

"I'm ready to talk about a potential offer on the ranch."

The words don't feel right coming out of his mouth. He should've found another way, or he shouldn't have let the boys get hurt, or... something. Anything. But instead, he's already decided that with this little bit of trouble that he's having, it's time to sell the ranch.

His stomach turns, but it's what he has to do. The boy's future is more important than the ranch, no matter how much she offers. As long as he can skim the extra off the top, it doesn't matter.

"Are you sure about this?"

Her response almost makes him feel worse.

"Don't ask me that, G.o.d d.a.m.n it all. Just. Can we meet somewhere?"

"Okay." She offers to meet him at the ranch. It's as good a place as any, he supposes. And it's getting late, so he ought to be heading home in the first place. It'll be time for bed in only a couple of hours.

But first, he's got to finish business of the day, and today's been a busy day already. Callahan slides into the truck and starts it up. His body moves automatically, taking him home even as his brain is too tired for even one more thought.

He pulls up beside the red car that's already in his yard and clambers out of the truck. His head feels like someone drove a wedge right through it, but he keeps his head on straight as best as he can.

She's waiting for him by the door.

"Are you feeling alright?"

No, he's not. "I'm fine."

"You don't look so good. We can do this any time. It doesn't have to be tonight."

"Sure it does."

She stops arguing. It's the right decision to make, he thinks. Don't argue, just accept that he's going to do what he wants to. What he has to. And if she gets what she wants out of it, then that's good for her. Good for him, too, because he needs the payout.

"I need a number, Morgan." He's too tired for this negotiating stuff. The mood he's in, he could use something to get him cheered up. That, and a cup of coffee.

He undresses her with his eyes as he sits. And yet, his mood is sufficiently sour that it's almost hard to enjoy.

Almost.

"I was talking with some of my a.s.sociates, and-"

"A number."

"We're prepared to offer you five-hundred and fifty thousand dollars."

"You have another plot, you could sell me? Right? You mentioned something about a plot a bit north of here."

"Um, let me just-"

"What's that change the total to?"

She closes her eyes a minute like she's doing math, and then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a piece of paper.

"The land was valued by our surveyors at around five hundred thousand, but-" She takes a breath and closes her eyes again. Then she's straightened out again. "I could give it to you, plus a hundred fifty thousand, if you agree to let us have this property. We could move your wife's-"

His jaw gets tight. "What about my wife?"

She looks surprised, like she hadn't realized that she might be stepping on toes, and in all likelihood she hadn't realized it.

"I'm sorry, I just-your wife's marker-I saw it, on the hill-"

His eyes slide over, as if they're seeing through the walls. He hadn't forgotten about it, but d.a.m.ned if he wanted to discuss it right now. Least of all with her-either as a woman that he's seeing on the side, or as the owner of the business that's buying his property.

"Don't talk about my wife right now, Morgan. We'll sort out the details in the morning."

She nods. "But the number is fine?"

"Why, are you prepared to offer more?" He should have waited for the morning. He knew it, knew it before he'd even made the call. But he couldn't afford it.

"Not at this time."

"So I should wait a while?"

A smile worms its way onto his face, his amus.e.m.e.nt overcoming the pain of his splitting headache and his exhaustion.

She blinks, her eyes wide. "I should stop talking, shouldn't I?"

"Maybe, just this once."

"I'm serious, Philip. Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," he says. And he will be. In the morning. "Especially once you've got that suit off."

Chapter Thirty-Six.