wasnât so perfect and there were dark circles under her eyes.
Liz hesitated, then let out a shaky sigh. âItâs Zach.â She sank down into one of the tiny chairs next to the kindergarten table as if no longer able to support herself. âHe rolled in at four oâclock this morning. I was worried sick about him, so now that heâs home safely, Iâm furious.â
âOf course you are.â
âAnd I blame Derek as much as I blame Zach.â
Allie sat in the small chair on the other side of the table. She reached out and touched Lizâs hand. Liz and her husband had broken up less than a year ago and their high-school-age son, Zach, had been coping fairly well until his dad moved his new girlfriend onto the family ranch a few weeks ago and told Liz that he didnât think that Zach should work for him as planned that spring.
âNow I wish I hadnât encouraged him to graduate early so that he could work for his dad...and now I know why Derek kept putting off having Zach move to the ranch.â
It was not a good situation and there wasnât one thing Allie, the problem solver, could do about it, except listen.
âAt least I have the day to cool off before I deal with him.â Liz looked up at the ceiling briefly as if blinking back tears.
âIâm so sorry,â Allie said. âIf I can do anything to help...let me know.â Although she couldnât think of anything she could do, except to listen, and she was happy to do that.
âWill do.â Liz got to her feet and headed for the lower elementary science section while Allie booted up her computer. A few minutes later, her friend left the library with the butterfly books and Allie let out a sigh before focusing back on her keyboard.
She knew how rough it was to get divorced, but she could only imagine what it felt like to have a failed marriage affect your child.
* * *
B Y THE TIME Allie returned from work, Jason was feeling more in controlâalmost to the point of being ready to go home and take a few hits. Kate had texted him earlier to say that she was leaving Max in Uncle Jimmyâs capable hands and all Jason could think was that it served Jimmy right for being in cahoots with his father. Let him get a taste of the wrath of Max.
Allie went straight into the house after parking, but he figured sheâd be out to inspect soon. It took her longer than heâd expected, but eventually she came out of the house dressed in jeans and a V-neck T-shirt that looked pretty damned good on her. Her long blond hair was caught in a messy knot that gave her a disheveled, just-tumbled-out-of-bed look that could spark a fantasy or two if he allowed himself. And then she spoke.
âThis is taking longer than I thought it would.â
âItâd go faster if I didnât take those naps in the afternoon.â
Her head snapped around and then color rose from the neckline of her shirt as she realized he was playing her.
âIf you mess with the boss, sheâll dock your pay,â she said. She propped a hand on her hip, looking him up and down. âBut youâre here more for the workout than the paycheck, right?â
âAllie?â
âYes?â
âWhy are you being so snarky toward me?â
She frowned as her lips parted. But she didnât say anything. He held her gaze, refusing to let her off the hook. She moistened her lips. âI, uh, am perhaps taking my day out on you?â
A question. As in âWould you accept this as an explanation?â No, he would not.
âI know you explained it all in detail in Culver Ranch and Feed, but I admit, I still donât get where all the animosity is coming from. Do you hate all football players?â
âI...â
âOr all people with money?â
âJust those that try to buy my ranch when it isnât for sale.â Sheâd gotten an unexpected toehold.
âI donât want your