splotches all across the shoulders. He put in another radio call, then snapped off the light. Turning, he said, âIâm Deputy Cade Garner. Iâm sorry I didnât introduce myself earlier.â
âItâs nice to meet you,â Rachel said. Even in the muted light, she was drawn to his square face, strong jaw and large gray eyes. His pupils were large and black, giving him an intense and intelligent look. A few strands of his military-short black hair had fallen across his broad brow and Rachel felt it made him seem less formidable and a little more like the rest of the human race. With his khaki trousers, shirt and a gun strapped to his waist, he exuded a kind of cowboy appeal. It had to be her overactive imagination, Rachel decided.
As he took a quick side glance, Cade noticed how happy Jenny was in her arms. âAre you a skier on vacation?â
Carefully, Rachel gave him the rehearsed version of her story. Even to law enforcement she could neverconfide that she was in the FBI witness protection program. âIâm moving to Jackson Hole. I have a cabin rented on the Moose Head Ranch, just outside of town.â
Surprised, Cade sat back. Heâd definitely had this woman pegged wrong. Not that it mattered right now who she was. He felt grief-stricken over Lily dying, but now he had this new responsibility to Jenny. And then there was this woman with shoulder-length brown hair with such a tender look in her blue eyes. Rachel Carson had something soft and vulnerable in her manner. And Jenny obviously responded to that sweetness within her. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, and Cade didnât see a wedding ring on her left hand. âMoose Head Ranch?â
âYes. Why?â She noticed how his eyes widened with surprise. There was a rugged quality about Cade Garner, no question. And Rachel sensed him to be a man of quiet authority, though her judgment of men was faulty. She could never forget that. After all, she had picked Dirk Payson. Still, Cade invited her trust even if she couldnât figure out why just yet.
âThatâs my parentsâ ranch. They have a group of cabins they rent out by the day, week or month.â Cade usually didnât know about the visitors because he was busy with his own life. His father ran that part of the business while his mother ran the quilting store in town. Between these different income streams, theywere able to stay afloat financially and keep their one-hundred-acre cattle ranch in the valley.
âReally? Do you live there?â Rachel asked. It was too personal a question, but the words flew out of her mouth.
âYes,â he said with a partial smile. âWhat do you do for a living?â
âWell,â Rachel said, smiling down at Jenny, âIâm a nanny.â
âA nanny?â Cadeâs mind raced. Either it was a coincidence or a godsendâprobably both. He wouldnât have time to sit home with Jenny even though she was his legal responsibility. The captain could give him time off, but the winter was so demanding, Cade would have to locate a babysitter quickly for Jenny while he was on duty. Or there was this angel whoâd come out of nowhere.
âIâm Jennyâs legal godfather. And now, Iâll be taking care of her until sheâs eighteen.â Cade stared deeply into Rachelâs widening eyes. âSince youâre already at the ranch, would you consider being her nanny? Or do you already have a job lined up here in town? I know this is awkward, and possibly prematureâ¦â
Rachel felt as though Providence had just delivered this gift. âI donât have a job right now. I was going to come here and then start looking around. Yes, Iâd love to take your offer. I can give you my references and contact information for the family I worked for.â
Cade felt instant relief. Yes, he would check out her references. âThank youâ¦â
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