Chapter 35

This isn’t going to be good.

I wait by the door, ready for the tongue-lashing I know will be forthcoming. I brace myself for it. She knows about the ticket or she wouldn’t be here. I had hoped to leave before she found out.

When she speaks, though, her voice is soft and disarming. “Close the door, Nat, would you, please?”

I think about arguing, but what would be the use? Carefully I shut the door, my fingers automatically engaging the lock without me even realizing it. “Lucy, I can explain.”

“I should hope so.” An edge creeps into her voice, but she draws in a breath, tamps it down, and tries again. “Well? I’m waiting.”

But now that I have her alone, I don’t know where to begin. I start simply, “I can’t marry you.”

Miss Lucille sighs. “So you keep saying. I know this is all a bit sudden, but I know you feel the same way I do. I see it in your eyes when you look at me. I feel it in your touch. If this has anything to do with the ranch or Boss Daddy—”