Gone Country.
by Lorelei James.
Dedication
To all the women like me, who have great daddies for their daughters...
Chapter One
August...
"Sierra Daniels. Please stand."
She stood. So did Gavin.
"Would you like to say anything before we discuss your case?"
Gavin glanced at the members of teen court and then at the magistrate. "Permission to speak on Sierra"s behalf, Your Honor?"
The magistrate"s hard gaze zoomed to him. "And you are?"
"Gavin Daniels, Your Honor. Sierra"s father."
"Permission granted. What"s on your mind, Mr. Daniels?"
"I understand that a community service sentence is often handed down in a case like this. I agree that it would be a good lesson for my daughter. But I respectfully request you consider an alternative."
"And why is that, Mr. Daniels?"
"Because we will be moving out of state next week." Gavin shot Sierra a harsh look when she opened her mouth.
"Next week?" the magistrate asked skeptically.
"Yes, Your Honor. The day of my daughter"s arrest last month I was meeting with Judge O"Connor and he granted me sole custody of Sierra at her mother"s request. Since I"m no longer legally bound to live in Arizona, we"ll be moving closer to family."
A pause. "Where will that be?"
"Sundance, Wyoming."
From the corner of his eye he saw Sierra gaping at him, but Gavin kept his attention on the magistrate.
"In light of this being your first offense, your guilty plea and the security guard recovering the stolen item, I will dismiss the charge-provided you have no contact with the store and you have no subsequent incidents in the next six months. Then this infraction will be expunged from your juvenile record."
The magistrate looked at Sierra. "And to be honest...your father forcing you to move to Wyoming is punishment enough."
"I hate you and I"m never ever ever ever going to forgive you for this! Why are you ruining my life?" going to forgive you for this! Why are you ruining my life?"
Choking silence filled the air.
"You done?" he asked coolly.
"Will you change your mind about making me move to b.u.mf.u.c.k, Wyoming?"
"Not on your life, sweetheart."
"Don"t call me that!" She stomped off.
He listened to her footsteps fading on the tiled floor, counting out the seconds.
Wait for it... Wait for it...
Slam.
Yep. There it was. G.o.d knows her tantrum wouldn"t be complete without a house-shaking door slam.
Gavin loaded his lowball gla.s.s with ice, then filled it with Crown XR. He knocked back half the whiskey in one swallow.
d.a.m.n kid was driving him to drink-something even her psychotic mother hadn"t been able to do. Wasn"t the first time Sierra had professed her hatred for him-nor would it be the last.
His announcement in teen court today had come as quite a shock to her. But her arrest had been the last straw, especially after his ex-wife had called shoplifting "a teenage rite of pa.s.sage" and excused Sierra"s bad behavior.
Problem was, bad behavior had been the norm for Sierra since the beginning of her freshman year. She broke curfew without explanation or apology. She lied about her plans. Her grades had slipped. She"d become surly and defiant with an air of ent.i.tlement-much like her mother.
Sharing joint custody with his ex-wife meant his attempts at keeping their daughter on the right path were largely ignored whenever Sierra stayed at Mommy Dearest"s house. So Gavin considered it a sign, an omen, h.e.l.l, a blessing, when Ellen suddenly announced she was moving to Paris with her boyfriend du jour du jour.
After years of custody battles, she signed over full custody of her only child for one year. Evidently Ellen didn"t want parental responsibilities spoiling a good time in gay Paree Paree.
His self-centered ex hadn"t considered how her actions would affect Sierra. Once again he"d been left holding the bag, standing helplessly outside her bedroom door, listening to his daughter cry.
That"s when he"d known they both needed a drastic change.
He"d called Rielle, he"d called Charlie and Vi, and he"d called a moving van.
By this time next week they"d be living in Sundance.
If they didn"t kill each other on the eighteen-hour drive to Wyoming first.
Chapter Two
"I can"t believe the man is kicking you out of your own bedroom. What an a.s.shole."
Rielle ignored Rory"s comment and lugged the box of yarn downstairs into the last bedroom on the main level.
Rory followed her. "Mom. Seriously, you don"t have to stay here. My cabin will be empty next week when I"m back at college in Laramie."
"I appreciate the offer, but this is fine. And it"s not like Gavin is throwing me out-" her eyes narrowed on her daughter, "-which he has every right to do because he owns this house."
Rory plopped on the bed. "I know that. But you have to admit you never thought he"d move here permanently and take over ownership."
Rielle moved a stack of bedding off the dresser. "It"s my own fault since I"ve been dragging my feet on getting West Construction to start on my building plans."
"I still say it"s lucky that you"ve stayed on as caretaker and he shouldn"t expect you to just move everything at a moment"s notice."
"He"s lucky? I"ll remind you that I"m I"m lucky and I wouldn"t even be living here if it wasn"t for Gavin saving me from financial ruin." lucky and I wouldn"t even be living here if it wasn"t for Gavin saving me from financial ruin."
"Financial ruin," Rory scoffed. "He only bought the land and buildings to one-up the McKays-which is ironic since he is is a McKay." a McKay."
"Gavin"s last name is Daniels."
Rory waved off her comment. "Semantics. If it looks like a McKay, acts like a McKay...then it is a McKay."
Pointless to argue with her headstrong daughter when it came to her opinions on the McKay family-opinions that she herself often shared.
"When do they get here?" Rory asked.
"They left Scottsdale today, but Gavin said they"re taking a couple extra days to play tourist. Sierra starts school in a week, so I"m a.s.suming they"ll be somewhat settled in by then."
"Have you ever met the precocious and precious only child Sierra?"
Rielle used a decorative pillow to whap Rory"s arm. "Watch it, Aurora Rose Wetzler. Lots of folks around here said the same thing about you when you were sixteen."
"Huh-uh, mamacita, that argument ain"t gonna fly. You rode herd on me from the time I was a little tyke. I never had the chance to get into trouble."
"And look where me cracking the whip got you-a graduate a.s.sistantship at UWYO as you"re working on your Master"s." Rielle stood in front of Rory and tucked a strand of her wild blonde hair behind her ear, like she"d done a hundred times. She still experienced that same overwhelming burst of love as she had the first time she"d cradled the squalling baby in her arms twenty-four years ago. "I"m so d.a.m.n proud of you, Rory."
"I know you are, Mom." Rory hugged her. "But stop this mushy stuff or we"ll both start crying. There"ll be plenty of tears when I leave."
"Don"t remind me." She clutched her a little tighter. At six foot one, Rory towered over her by eight inches-making her daughter a supersized version of her instead of a mini-me. Rory"s green eyes-identical to her own-contained a devilish twinkle. "What?"
"Let"s get this s.h.i.t done because I have a surprise for you later. And no groaning "cause it"s gonna be awesomely fun."
"I"m almost afraid to ask."
They cleared out both the bigger bedrooms upstairs. Rielle opted to leave the existing furniture in the great room downstairs. If Gavin wanted to replace it with his furniture, fine, but somehow she doubted his home furnishings from Arizona would mesh with the western decor.
She propped her shoulder against the doorjamb, letting her gaze wander. She"d spent months decorating this main room, scouring auctions, secondhand stores and yard sales for funky western pieces. Using a little imagination and a lot of elbow grease, she"d repurposed everything-from rusty tractor parts and old wooden household implements to rodeo memorabilia.
The room reflected her personality and life philosophy: quirky, bohemian, old items interspersed with new. Some pieces were high-end, some were low-rent. Vibrant colors and random fabric patterns and textures. Organic mixed with luxurious. Her heart told her to clear this s.p.a.ce because everything in it was personal, but her practical side warned that Gavin might see an empty room as a hostile move.
But dammit, she did feel like her house was being invaded.
Rory poked her head out the swinging door separating the kitchen from the great room. "Your martini is ready."
Entering the kitchen reinforced Rielle"s melancholy mood; the house teemed with life with Rory in residence. Music drifted from her iPod speakers and she danced around the island, singing to country tunes.
Plates of appetizers were arranged across the eat-in service bar. Rory shook the c.o.c.ktail shaker vigorously and filled martini gla.s.ses with pale yellow liquid.
Rielle squinted at the three gla.s.ses. "You expecting someone else?"
"Yep. And there she is, right on time."
"Who?"
The door swung open and Ainsley Hamilton meandered in. She ditched her high heels first thing. "I hope you made those drinks strong, Rory, because I"ve had a b.i.t.c.h of a day." Ainsley grinned at Rielle. "Heya, neighbor. You ready for this?"
"Ready for what?"
Rory mimed zipping her lips. Then she said brightly, "Belly up to the bar, ladies, and sample my latest concoction. A lemon-drop martini with an Asian twist."
"Sounds heavenly," Ainsley said. "What"s the twist?"
"Candied ginger and lemongra.s.s."
Rielle slid onto the barstool. Even if the c.o.c.ktail tasted like c.r.a.p, she"d get an A for presentation. Sugar-rimmed gla.s.ses, a slice of lemon, pieces of lemongra.s.s twined around a c.o.c.ktail pick weighted at the bottom with a chunk of amber-colored candied ginger.
Ainsley raised her gla.s.s. "To the support of good friends."
They clinked gla.s.ses and knocked back a swallow.
"Wow, Rory, this has got to be your best drink ever," Rielle said, sucking down another taste.
"Thank you, but I can"t take full credit. I tweaked the recipe from a guy who bartends at the hipster joint in Laramie."