âI find it hard to believe youâre that forgiving, but okay. I applaud your mature, if slightly puzzling, response to her being back in town.â He brightened. âHey, make her fall in love with you again, then dump her.â
âWhen did you get vindictive?â
A muscle tightened in Nickâs jaw. âShit happens.â
Del thought about asking what, but figured Nick would tell him when he was ready. âThanks for the suggestion of revenge, but no thanks. Wanting to punish her means Iâm not over her, and I am. Completely.â
He was a one-woman man, still looking for the right woman. Heâd thought heâd found her twice. First with Maya and then with Hyacinth. One of the things both women had taught him was the importance of being honest. With the other person and with yourself. Hyacinth and Maya had lied to him. In different ways, but theyâd still withheld the truth. If a woman couldnât be direct and open, he wasnât interested.
Nick raised his glass. âTo getting over her.â
Del raised his bottle. He knew who his âherâ was, but wondered about Nickâs. Not that he would find out. Theirs was a family that flourished on secrets.
* * *
T HE N ICHOLSON R ANCH had been in the Nicholson family for something impossible like five generations. Maya wasnât sure of the exact number. What she knew for sure was how impressed sheâd been when sheâd first seen it twelve years ago. Sheâd been a scared sixteen-year-old whoâd only ever lived in Las Vegas. Going from barren desert that grew neon rather than actual trees to the ranch had been like something out of a PBS miniseries.
The two-story house had seemed impossibly huge. There had been acres of grass and trees, horses and cattle, along with cashmere goats.
Her mother had hit the jackpot when sheâd met Rick Nicholson. Theyâd dated for two weeks, then had married in a drive-through church. Less than a month later, Maya and her mother were leaving everything behind and moving to California. Maya hadnât known what to expect, but every hope and dream had been fulfilled when sheâd first seen the ranch.
It didnât matter that Rick wasnât especially friendly. Being ignored by her motherâs new husband was far preferable to the attention from some of the womanâs previous boyfriends. Sheâd had her own room, with a bathroom! Three meals a day and two stepbrothers. While the older brother, Zane, had glared at her with contempt, little Chase had been adorable.
Even more incredible, had been the town. Foolâs Gold had been clean, friendly and welcoming. Sheâd made friends, sheâd had teachers who not only knew her name but cared about how she was doing. For the first time in her life, Maya had allowed herself to hope she could have a future. Sheâd dared to whisper the possibility of going to college.
Now she drove onto the ranch property and headed for the main house. After her mother and Rick had divorced, Maya had stayed in touch with both Zane and Chase. While her relationship with Zane had been more adversarial than familial, she hadnât given up on him. The previous month, theyâd reconciled, helped by Zane falling totally and completely in love with Mayaâs best friend, Phoebe.
Maya parked and grabbed her oversize bag before heading toward the house. She knocked once on the front door, then stepped inside.
âItâs me,â she called.
Phoebe, a petite, curvy brunette, stepped out of the kitchen and smiled. âYay. I love it being you.â
They hugged, then walked into the kitchen, where Phoebe poured them glasses of iced tea.
Maya sat at the old, battered table and watched her friend collect a salad from the refrigerator, along with tiny sandwiches.
âYou didnât have to feed me,â Maya said, knowing Phoebe couldnât help herself. She was born to take care of the