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Aaron silently fumed.

His former brother-in-law had been in an all-fired rush to start the meeting only until he arrived. From the moment he stepped over the threshold, Jake had kept everyone waiting while he made one phone call after the other.

To kill time, and avoid the rest of the family seated at the conference table, Aaron wandered the room. He paused in front of a tall bookcase crammed with leather-bound photo albums and removed one at random. Black-and-white snapshots filled every page. Beneath each snapshot someone had written dates, names, and brief descriptions in neat, square lettering. Aaron got his first look at Walter and Ida Tucker, the couple who started the ranch. They were sitting around the outdoor fireplace in front of the dining hall, surrounded by guests.

“My mother and father,” a voice from behind him said.

Aaron turned to find a handsome woman with lively eyes and an engaging smile peering over his shoulder. She was the only Tucker in the room to get within ten feet of him, much less talk to him.

“You’re Jake’s mother?” he asked, looking for a resemblance and finding only a hint of one.

“Heavens, no.” The woman’s laughter was rich and robust. “If that boy were my son, he’d have a sense of humor and good manners. Being as he’s my brother’s son, he lacks both.” She held out her hand. “I’m Millie Sweetwater.”

Aaron thought he just might learn to like Jake’s aunt. “I’m Aaron Reyes.” He balanced the photo album in the crook of his left arm so that he could shake her hand.

“I know who you are.” Her grip was firm, rivaling any man’s. Any young man’s. “Heard you finally decided to grace us with your presence about an hour after you drove onto the property. Got here right under the wire. Another few days and you’d’ve missed out on all this fun.”

“Being a member of the Tucker Family Trust is fun?”

She winked. “From where I sit, it’s a hoot.”

No doubt about it. He definitely liked Millie.

Liked her even more when he caught Jake glowering at them from the head of a large oak conference table, his cell phone glued to his ear. To his left sat two women who conversed in whispers, probably about him. Jake’s cousins, Aaron presumed, which would make them Millie’s daughters. On the other side of Jake sat his personal assistant, Alice. She didn’t converse with anyone.

“There’s Hailey.” Millie tapped a finger on one of the snapshots. “That girl always did love horses. It must have been very hard on you when she died.”

There was a sadness in Millie’s voice that affected Aaron more than her words. It was quickly overshadowed by an anger he’d had no outlet for until now.

“Why the sudden sympathy? You Tuckers barely acknowledged me when Hailey had her accident, much less offered your support.”

Millie didn’t so much as blink. If anything, she appeared more sorrowful. “Our behavior was appalling. Inexcusable. I, for one, am sorry. But your behavior wasn’t all that commendable either,” she gently reprimanded. “You should have come to the memorial service.”

“Your family didn’t want me here.”

“We’d have tolerated you.”

As they were now? “Is that why you’re being nice to me today? To clear your conscience?” Guilt gave Aaron’s voice an edge. He should have stood up to Jake and come to Hailey’s memorial service instead of hiding behind a wall of grief.

“I deserved that, which is why I won’t let your anger ruin our friendship.” The twinkle in Millie’s eyes reappeared.

Aaron found it hard to stay mad. “You think we’re going to be friends?”

“Good ones.” She glanced at Jake before patting Aaron’s arm. “Would you like to see more pictures of Hailey growing up? There are lots of them. We have albums for every year the resort’s been in operation. Ma insisted on it.”

“Sure.” He grinned. Whatever reason Millie had for being nice to him—and she had one, she was too wily not to—Aaron didn’t care as long as it irritated Jake.

She flipped to a new page in the album and said, “There’s all the cousins.” The six Tucker grandchildren sat grouped together on the floor in front of a huge, elaborately decorated Christmas tree. “Jake’s not only the oldest grandchild, he’s the only boy.” Millie chuckled. “And then the poor man goes and has three daughters. It’s not entirely his fault he turned out to be such a stick-in-the-mud. Natalie’s no relation but they’ve known each other their whole lives, and he’s as overprotective with her as the rest of the women in his life.”

Aaron changed the subject. For some reason he wasn’t inclined to talk about Natalie with any of the Tuckers, even the one being nice to him.

“You have four daughters?” He studied Hailey’s young face. She’d had the same exuberance about her as a child as she’d had as an adult.

“Oh, yes. Carolina and Rachel over there are my two middle ones. Don’t be put off. They’re not nearly as mean as they appear,” Millie teased. “My oldest is married and lives in Colorado.”

“You must miss her.” Aaron’s own mother complained frequently of his long absences.

“Yes, but the benefit of the family trust is that she’s required to spend eight weeks a year here. She splits her weeks up, taking them two at a time. This last time she brought my brand-new granddaughter with her.”

“Another girl?” He turned pages as Millie talked.

“It’s a family curse.”

Aaron’s mind went to Hailey. What might the sex of their children have been had she lived?

“My youngest is in the service.” Millie glowed with pride. “She’s a warrant officer for the army. I have a shop in Payson with Natalie’s mother, and I’m also the wedding coordinator for the ranch.”

“Is your brother still at the college?”

Because he and Hailey had eloped, Aaron didn’t meet his father-in-law until later, though she’d talked a lot about him. When Jake took over the ranch eight years ago, their father followed his lifelong dream of teaching and became an instructor at nearby Gila Community College.

“Are you kidding?” Millie said. “He loves it. Swore running a resort wasn’t his thing. Well, guess what he teaches?”

“Business?”

She harrumphed. “Hospitality and tourism management.”

Aaron wasn’t sorry his former father-in-law had to miss the meeting. Not that he’d expected the red-carpet treatment from him, either. Only after he and Hailey were married did he understand his wife’s reluctance to invite her family to the ceremony. The Tuckers weren’t thrilled with her chosen groom, especially her father and brother, and let her know it.

Aaron closed the photo album and returned it to its slot. He was enjoying talking to Millie but growing impatient with Jake’s stall tactics. “Why exactly are we here?”

“A family meeting. Jake’s authority to act on behalf of the trust has limitations. Whatever he has on the agenda must require a majority vote. If not, we wouldn’t have been summoned. Didn’t our attorney explain everything to you?”

“I wasn’t paying much attention.” Aaron had existed in a fog for months after Hailey’s death.

“Well, if you have any questions, call him. I can give you his number.”

“Jake doesn’t need me for a majority vote. He’s gotten along so far without me.”

“Ah, but he does. The trust stipulates that any members residing on the ranch are required to attend meetings. If he weren’t bound by the trust, you’d still be riding the trails with Gary.”

“Is everyone ready?” Jake snapped shut his cell phone and dropped it into his shirt pocket.

“Waiting on you,” Millie chirped.

She and Aaron wandered to the table and chose seats. Aaron selected his because it was next to Millie and directly across from Jake. They immediately locked gazes.

Aaron wasn’t the type to fold under pressure. It was a quality he’d honed, one that had enabled him to rise from a nobody at age nineteen to a national champion at age twenty-four.

Jake broke eye contact in order to distribute papers to everyone present. He explained to the group how the company they leased their fleet of ATVs from had waited until the last minute to announce a rate hike, one that far exceeded the ranch’s budget.

Options were discussed, everything from locating another leasing company to paying the higher rate. Aaron listened far more than he contributed. There wasn’t much he could add. And though he hated to admit it, Jake clearly was no dummy when it came to running the ranch. After a final round of discussion, a vote was taken.

The meeting was at an end when Aaron finally spoke up. “I have something I want to talk about.”

“You do?” One corner of Jake’s mouth curved up, either in amusement or disdain. It was hard to tell. His smile didn’t differ much from his frown. “Does it involve spending money?”

“Could.”

Jake made a show of checking his watch. “Can it wait until our regular monthly meeting on the twentieth? Alice will put it on the agenda.”

“This won’t take long.” Aaron’s insistence increased in proportion to Jake’s attempts to blow him off.

“I have a three o’clock appointment in town,” Jake said with a finality that implied his patience was at an end.

“Play nice, Jake,” Millie warned, all trace of her earlier congeniality gone. “Aaron has the right to initiate a discussion. Same as any of us.”

Aaron understood then what she’d meant about shaking things up.

If Jake was annoyed with his aunt, he covered it well. “Since when have the conditions of the trust interested you?”

“Since yesterday.” She broke into the wide, sassy smile of a person truly enjoying herself. “You’re an excellent manager of the family business, Jake. Better even than your father. But let’s be honest. You can also be a pain in the rear.”

One cousin looked away, the other one giggled.

Jake’s scowl lasted a mere two seconds. “If I am a pain in the rear, I inherited it from you.”

“One of my finer traits.” Millie laughed.

Aaron had to hand it to them. The Tuckers may not be an easy family to belong to, but their bond was strong.

Not unlike his own family.

He made a silent vow to visit home more often. The majority of his siblings and their families still lived in and around the Phoenix area and those who didn’t would make the drive—hopefully. In escaping his grief over Hailey, he’s pushed away the people who loved him the most. Maybe it wasn’t too late to change…

“Fine, Reyes. What is it you want to talk to us about?”

Jake’s abrupt question roused Aaron. “Riding helmets.”

“Really,” Jake said with practiced neutrality.

“I found three children’s helmets in the tack room this morning. There were no adult helmets.”

“Don’t recall we’ve ever had a need for them.”

“I asked Gary Forrester, and he told me a couple guests have requested them.”

“What exactly are you proposing?” Jake sat back in his chair, but there was nothing relaxed about him. Beneath the table, one knee bounced, and he held his pen in a death grip.

“That we buy three more children’s helmets and six adult helmets. I also think we should posts signs in the main lodge and at the stables, informing guests that helmets are available should they want one.”

“We?”

Aaron paused. Was the slip unconscious or had he finally begun to accept his position in the family?

“How much do helmets cost?” Carolina asked.

“For good ones, a hundred to a hundred and fifty each.”

“The yearly budget’s already been approved,” Jake said firmly. “We don’t have any extra funds.”

“It’s a thousand dollars, Jake,” Millie answered with equal firmness. “I think we can find a place in the budget for that without throwing the entire ranch finances into turmoil. Alice, do you have the new budget on your laptop?”

“Yes, ma’am.” She grabbed the wireless mouse and began clicking.

“You might save that much in liability insurance,” Aaron suggested. “Talk to your agent.”

Jake leaned forward and propped his elbows on the table. “Are you an insurance expert now?”

“No, but I’ve carried plenty of it over the years.”

“On Hailey?”

“On me,” Aaron answered steadily and fought to remain calm.

Jake was baiting him, Aaron recognized the ploy. He’d had it used on him by his four brothers and two sisters—and used it on them in return—all the years they were growing up.

“Hey,” Carolina interjected. “No reason to go all testosterone on us.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” Rachel appealed to Jake. “Seriously.”

“Guests may get the idea riding isn’t safe.”

“Sometimes riding isn’t safe. We all know that.” Carolina glanced at Aaron.

He wondered if he’d gained another ally or at least some ground.

“Guests may also feel reassured by the availability of helmets,” she said with noticeably growing confidence. “That their safety is our top concern.”

Jake’s jaw visibly clenched. “This isn’t anything we should jump into without careful consideration.”

“I agree.” Millie smiled approvingly. “I make a motion that we table the discussion of purchasing helmets until the next regular meeting. In the meantime, Alice can contact our insurance agent, see if we qualify for a rate break. And Aaron can obtain prices so we know exactly what the cost will be.”

She was no dummy when it came to running the ranch either.

Aaron figured now was a good time to drop his final bombshell. “What if the helmets were free of charge?”

That got everyone’s attention.

“You have some?” Carolina asked.

“No. But I know where we might be able to get them.”

“Where?”

Jake snorted.

Carolina bristled. “Honestly, Jake. If we can get the helmets at no cost, what’s the harm in providing them?”

“Nothing’s for free. There’s always a catch.”

“No catch,” Aaron said. “I know of an organization that promotes equestrian safety. We can apply to them for a grant and if they approve our request, the helmets are ours. No charge.”

“What organization is that?” Jake’s gaze narrowed with suspicion.

Aaron met it head-on. “The Hailey Reyes Foundation for Equestrian Safety. I’m the chairman.”