Page 69 of A Rancher's Love
Yvette dipped her chin. “Glad I could help.”
Alex moved forward as well, hand outstretched. “That was wonderful to see.”
She eyed his hand as if expecting a joy buzzer, then shook it firmly as well. “Thanks.”
It looked as if Alex would say something else, but Tucker stepped in. Exhaustion was written all over Yvette. “Come on. I’ll get you home,” he offered. “Alex will drive your truck for you.”
Yvette blinked. “Oh, no. That’s fine.”
But when an enormous yawn escaped her, Tucker held out a hand and tugged her forward. “Don’t fight it. I’d offer Josiah the same deal. Honest.”
Which meant instead of finding Ginny, Tucker finished the evening by acting grateful chauffeur to one very tired but thrilled veterinarian.
She laid her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes, sighing softly, the sound happy and content. “That makes it all worth it, you know? The moments when you’re not sure things will work out, the mental questions if you’re doing the right thing, and even the fear.” She glanced at him quickly. “Don’t tell Josiah I said that. About being afraid.”
Tucker snorted. “He’d understand completely. No way any of us on the ranch get through a day without being afraid of something. Not when we’re really trying to live to the fullest.”
She nodded and yawned again. “Pretty little fillies. I’m glad they’re going to make it.”
On the trip home, Tucker and Alex sat in silence until they were nearly in sight of Silver Stone.
“I’m an idiot,” Alex offered.
Tucker wasn’t even sure what the big picture problem was between Yvette and Alex, but he didn’t need to know, not to share one bit of advice.
“Maybe,” Tucker replied. “But knowing you’re the problem is more than half the battle.”
Alex snickered, then nodded. “Yeah, pretty much.”
A peaceful quiet resumed, and Tucker breathed deep.
It was a solid ending to a good day.
14
Saturday was warm enough that when Ginny crawled out of bed and looked outside, she decided it was time to take a page out of her sister Dare’s book.
She made herself a cup of tea, bundled up, and went to sit on the porch as sunrise slowly stretched golden fingers over Silver Stone.
Last night had been amazing, and she’d only been on the periphery of the magic. Watching Yvette at work reminded Ginny what the woman had said about finding what she wanted to do for the rest of her life that made her happy.
It was clear Yvette had not only chosen well, but she was also making others happy because of her choice.
Two beautiful animals that might not have survived, three possibly, considering their mama had been in danger as well, were all safe and sound in the warmth of the barn.
Ginny held onto her mug a little tighter. She had no skills like that. Nothing that could truly make a difference, and that lack tugged places inside.
But as her nieces poured out of the homestead and headed for the nearby hill, toboggans in hand, Ginny pushed aside her momentary blahs. Enough moping. She was blessed beyond belief and able to enjoy some pretty sweet choices.
Somewhere along the line she’d find a way to make a difference.
Meanwhile, she needed to spend a little time dealing with the puzzle. If she didn’t, Dare would be poking at her with another reminder like the one she’d gotten the previous night.
Dare:I love you, Truth. Solve any puzzles lately?
Ginny:I love you, Dare. Go away, you’re annoying.
Dare:This is your subconscious speaking. Send me a copy, girl. Don’t make me come over there.
