Edward (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 1) (138 page)

The afternoon wore on and eventually it began to get dark. By then Jamie had added a lemon meringue and a few mouthfuls of Jesse’s cherry pie, to her list of pies consumed, and she was feeling like she really needed to undo the top button of her jeans and find somewhere to lie down.
 

They stood up and began to walk to the door. As they got there it jangled and a girl came in. She was wearing a dark blue hoodie pulled up over her head to keep the rain off. She was thin and lithe looking, with long black hair that hung in damp threads down to her waist. For a moment Jamie and this girl were face to face. Jamie looked into the hood and saw eyes that flashed at her, a mouth that scowled and a shiver ran down her spine. The girl looked very familiar, but in that moment Jamie couldn’t place her. She turned and watched the girl walk through the Lemon Drop and out the side door into the dripping garden.
 

Suddenly Jesse was at her side. “Everything okay?”

“I think so,” Jamie said. “I thought I recognized someone. That’s all.”
 

She looked back over her shoulder. So did Jesse. The girl was standing in the rain watching them. She looked from Jamie to Jesse and then the girl pulled back her lips in a snarl. Jamie couldn’t believe it. She blinked and the girl was gone.

“Did you see that?” she asked but Jesse was already steering her out of the door.
 

Outside Jamie stopped walking and turned to look back over her shoulder, letting the rain begin to soak into her clothes.
 

“Come on, you’ll drown in this,” Jesse said trying to steer her into his truck.
 

“You did see that girl right?” Jamie asked not moving. “I mean I’m not having hallucinations brought on by too much pie?”

“No such thing,” Tyler said. Jamie hadn’t noticed him come up behind her.
 
“You can never have too much pie.”
 

 
“She’s just a girl,” Jesse said holding the door of his truck open for her. “We see her around every now and then. She doesn’t like us much is all.”
 

“Oh,” Jamie said and she climbed into the passenger seat.
 

 
“You need a ride Tyler?” Jesse asked hugging his brother.
 

Tyler shook his head. “Nah, I’m just down the street.”
 

Jesse nodded and went round to the driver’s side and climbed in. Tyler waited in the rain and waved to them as they pulled out into the road. Then as they drove off he walked casually down the sidewalk, as though it was a clear and warm summer’s evening.
 

Jesse shook his head and then shrugged. “Never could get that boy to come in out of the rain.”
 

Back at the ranch Jesse let Jamie out of the truck. They hadn’t really spoken much on the way and in a way she was glad of that. It was really nice to spend time with Jesse. He was no effort at all and silence with him felt, not uncomfortable, like something to be eradicated, but more like something they could happily share.
 

He had wished her a good night and then driven off, his taillights disappearing in the rain.
 

Jamie had gone inside to find her father sitting with a glass of whiskey in front of the fire in the living room. It had been ages since he’d made a fire.
 

“Where were you?” Ander asked, sipping the golden liquid. “I came down and Oliver said you’d left.”

“Sorry dad,” Jamie said sitting on the arm of his chair and taking the glass from him. She sipped it letting the fire slide down her throat. “I just had to get out for a bit.”
 

Her father nodded and put his hand on her knee. “I miss them so much.”
 

“I know. Me too.”
 

They sat in silence watching the flames dance in the grate.
 

“Did Joe come?” Jamie asked.
 

Her father nodded. “Yeah, but he’s taken everything with him. Says it’ll take some time to go through it all. You know, accountant for ‘its gonna cost you.’”
 

Then he took the glass back from Jamie. “Get your own,” he said not unkindly.
 

“I’m going to bed,” she said and kissed his cheek. “I love you, dad.”
 

“I love you too Juniper-berry,” he said calling her the name he had used when she was a child.
 

On the way up the stairs Jamie met Oliver coming down. He was dressed in good jeans, a nice shirt and smelled like a perfume factory.
 

 
“You going out?” Jamie asked.
 

Oliver bristled.
 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yeah. I am. I have a date,” Oliver said and swept passed her.
 

“That’s nice,” Jamie said and walked up the stairs to the landing.
 

Oliver was a little more than she could deal with right now. Feeling down about her situation, Jamie brushed her teeth and her long brown hair that hung down her back, straight as a ruler. Her mother had always praised her for her hair, how it shone and fell in a curtain around her. She’d always thought it dull, but her mother had loved it.
 

Jamie pulled her pajamas on and got into bed. She stared up at her ceiling. The house had been built over a hundred years ago, and had passed from generation to generation, down to her father. It was old and she could feel the weight of all those Campbells looking down on her. It was oppressive.
 

Even though her father didn’t want to talk to her about it, Jamie knew the farm was in trouble. The months since her brother and mother had died had been tough. The rains had come late, making feed hard to come by. The market had taken a dive, and things just always seemed to cost more and more, and yet you could never seem to make enough.
 

It was like the farm was a giant hole that they just kept shoveling their hopes, dreams and blood into and nothing went right.
 

Jamie let her eyes trace her ceiling to her light fitting above her bed. She knew her father thought she was insane to want this big heavy thing hanging above her bed. But tracing its lines with her eyes had been something she had done since a child, and it had always calmed her down. So when he had proposed to replace it in the living room, Jamie had insisted it go to her room, and he had obliged.
 

Now her eyes roamed over it, tracing each wrought iron spiral and curve. Each spike and dish that used to hold a candle before electricity took all the beauty out of the world. Jamie felt the panic subside. They would be fine. It would all work out. She just needed some sleep.
Trace the lines, watch them flow and drift off
, it was a ritual and Jamie let it engulf her and carry her off to sleep.
 

The howl was far away but startling in its clarity. Jamie sat up in bed, noting that the room was dark now. Her father must have turned the light off for her.
 

It came again and this time it was closer. Jamie got up and went to her window.
 

The cattle.

The howl sounded through the darkness again and Jamie marveled at the animals’ persistence. It was still raining and the wolf, or the pack, she couldn’t be certain, were out in it messing with her cattle.
 

Well she’d see about that. She moved to her closet and began to pull her jeans and boots on. Suddenly something cracked above her. Jamie hit the switch for her light. The room burst into brightness. She looked up. The light was swaying slightly. Jamie stared. A screw was missing. There were huge screws that held the light in place and one, no two—there was only one screw holding the heavy metal fitting in place. With a shudder and a groan the light pitched to the right and then came crashing down plunging her room into darkness.
 

Jamie pushed herself back against the wall, her eyes still adjusting to the sudden darkness. Then as her vision returned she could see the dim shape of the wire that had supplied the light with its electricity dangling free as though cut. It was still live and swaying to and fro. On its upward arc it came to within a hair’s breadth from her and Jaime held her breath, frozen with fear as her heart beat like a drum in her chest.
 

In a moment her father was in her room. He took in the situation, then moved faster than Jamie thought a man of sixty should, he grabbed her and pulled her out into the hall. Then he reached into her room and flipped the switch for her light.
 

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Jamie nodded.
 

“I knew that thing was dangerous,” her father said shaking his head. “It goes!”
 

Jamie was too shocked to argue now. She just stood in the hallway taking deep breaths. Her father, also clearly in shock drew her to him.
 

“I can’t lose you too Jamie,” he said into her hair and she closed her eyes, letting the security of her father’s arms wash over her. He had always been her safe place, always. But now as an adult she knew that this safe place couldn’t protect her from everything. There were things she would have to face herself and some things she would have to protect herself from.
 

Suddenly she remembered what had woken her and gotten her out of her bed. “Dad, the cattle! I heard a howl. I’m sure there’s a pack after them.” Ander released his daughter reluctantly.
 

“Go get Oliver. We’ll need the help,” he said.
 

Jamie ran to Oliver’s door which was across from hers. She knocked but there was no answer. She pushed the door open, flipped the light switch and found the room empty.
 

“I’ll call Jesse,” her father said looking over her shoulder into the room. “We’ll need numbers on our side if it’s what I suspect it is.”
 

Then he strode off to get his cellphone.
 

Jamie went back to her room, grabbed her clothes and finished getting dressed in the bathroom, listening to her father speaking to Jesse. It was 4:30am according to her wrist watch and she wondered where her stupid cousin was. That was the thing about Oliver, he was never there when you needed him and always around when he wasn’t welcome. It sounded as though Jesse had been up anyway from her father’s side of the conversation.
 

Jamie was only mildly surprise to see Jesse less than twenty minutes later coming in through the back door. He looked fresh and ready for the day, his smile as bright as ever.
 

“Morning,” he said.
 

“Hi,” Jamie said frowning. “How did you get here so quickly? You live in Sun Valley, that’s what forty minutes away?”

Jesse nodded and smiled. “You are correct. But I was over visiting my cousin Wyatt. He stays two farms over.”
 

“That was lucky for us,” Jamie said.
 

“Yes, now while you’re blabbing my cattle are being picked off,” her father said. “Let’s go.”

He pushed them out into the early morning. Ander drove them in his truck. It was the same old workhorse that Jamie had ridden in as a kid and still going strong. The red paint was scratched and it was still dented a little over the front left light, where Jamie had driven into a post when learning to drive.
 

Squashed into the front seat of the truck, since it was that or on the back in the still-falling rain, Jamie was terribly aware of Jesse. He smelled so nice, not artificial like Oliver, but natural. And his leg touching hers was warm. Jamie tried to keep her mind on the cattle, but the treacherous thing would have none of it. As they bumped along, knocking into each other when the going got really interesting and her father said, “Hold on now.” Jamie noticed each time her hand hit his, or her leg bumped up against his. It was like being in school and having a crush on someone you were supposed to be just friends with. Each touch was electrifying and secret.
 

Jesse sat passively watching the rain in the headlights as around them the darkness and rain pressed in.
 

They reached the field and Jesse hopped out making his way to the fence. Then Jamie followed him with her father staying in the truck. He turned on the truck’s floodlights angling them into the field. Now they could see the cattle. They were scared, huddled up in one corner of the paddock.
 

“There’s something here alright,” Jesse said. He had his face tilted up as though he was smelling something. “It’s down there,” pointed into the area where the light didn’t reach. Ander was watching them from the truck and he quickly turned the lights, sending them streaming to the other end of the field.
 

The rain had become a fine mist, settling on their clothes and hair. It made Jesse sparkle in the floodlights like he was surrounded in diamonds.
 

Jamie’s gaze left him as a shape began to resolve itself in the light. She gasped.
 

Not far from where they were a cow lay on its side in the mud. It was obviously dead. She could see great rends in the poor beast’s flesh and its limbs were at strange angles. Its head was turned right around so the mouth faced them, the tongue lolling out of the corner as though the cow was making a joke.