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The driver snorts and Alice gives a low chuckle. “No, we’re on a first name basis here. We’re one big family. Although if you want to be treated differently, tell me now.”
“No. Mars is good.”
She directs the driver past the huge barn and I glance at the horses standing at the fence watching us. “I haven’t been on a horse in years,” I say and wince inwardly at how wistful that sounded.
“We’ll make sure to set you up for some saddle time. I’ll have Brody introduce you to some of the horses and let you get acquainted.” She reaches over the seat to point. “Stop on this side of the second unit.”
Once we’ve stopped she asks the driver to start unloading my luggage and once he’s out of the vehicle she turns a serious expression to me. “We’ve set up as much security as possible, but this is a big ranch with miles of access. So we’re keeping the bulk of our cowboys close to the main ranch buildings while you’re here. We’re a working ranch and usually there’s not so many hanging around. I know a lot of them, and some of their kids, would love to meet you. But only when and if you’re willing.”
“That’s fine. As long as it’s not everyone at once. Need a break from the crowds. That’s why Mars’ team chose the ranch.”
“This guest house has two units. Since we’re not really open for business yet, the other side—and the rest of the units—will stay empty while you’re here. This side is less visible from the road. Of course you have free range of the ranch property. Visit the winery.” She gives me a quick glance. “Or not. As you choose. We’re working on developing our own wines but have some available from other Nebraska wineries. Use the pool anytime.”
“Wait, wasn’t your pool the focus of a television show?”
She grins. “It was. And the couple who starred in the show liked it here so much, they became part of our ranch family.”
“I must have seen an episode or two. I don’t remember much though.”
“There’s a…” She clears her throat. “A DVD of the shows next to the television. You know, in case our guests are interested. I expect they will be since we’ve gotten a slew of reservations after the show aired. Even without being ready to welcome guests.”
I chuckle and agree to watch the shows. It will be an easy way to pass the time. The driver returns. “All set Mr. Kane.”
I’d tucked a generous tip in my pocket and hand the young man the folded bills as I exit the car. “Thank you for a comfortable ride, Greg.”
He glances at the money. “This is?—”
I hold up my hand. “Don’t say it. This was a long drive and you got me here safely and peacefully. I couldn’t ask for more. Enjoy your evening in town and have a safe return to Omaha.”
His grin grows wide. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Alice makes a soft sound of discomfort and rubs her back. I study her as she reaches for the door handle. “Wait, Alice. Don’t move.” I turn to the driver. “Please drive Alice back down to her house and make sure she gets inside okay.”
“That’s not necessary,” Alice says.
“For my peace of mind, it is.”
She relaxes back against the plush seat with a sigh. “Anything for a guest.”
I watch the limo until it stops and Greg helps Alice into the house then enter my home for the next few weeks. The space is large and open with a separate bedroom. Greg placed my suitcases in the bedroom and left my guitars and keyboard next to a large desk. The surface looks large enough for me to spread out my musical manuscript papers. I can compose electronically, but I definitely feel the music more when I compose the old fashioned way. Sunlight filters through gauzy drapes that shift and dance as a cool breeze from the air conditioner rises from the vent.
I am not my brother. I don’t expect anyone to wait on me hand and foot. When my stomach grumbles and I look around the room I discover snacks and a microwave next to a coffee maker on a counter above a small fridge in a tiny alcove. That will appease my hunger for now. I realize one important concern hasn’t been addressed yet. I need to eat.
To help keep the paparazzi at bay, I’ve agreed not to leave the ranch, and don’t have transportation anyway. Going into town is out. Maybe there’s a dining hall on the ranch for the hands. I wouldn’t mind, except that might be more public contact than I’m willing to deal with. The fewer people I have to fool the better.
A quick phone call to Alice gets me an embarrassed apology, and an invitation to have supper at the main house where she’ll explain the plan she set in motion for my stay. After taming my growling stomach with some cookies from the snack basket, I unpack. Mars’ style is uncomfortable with extremely low slung jeans that show off his specially commissioned boxers. And damned heavy work boots. What he needs with a steel toed shoe on stage is beyond me. With luck I’ll only need to wear that shit a few times—like today.
While I’m working, I need comfort. Well-worn jeans and a tee shirt. Sweats. Bare feet. If anyone asks, I’ll give them an honest answer. I—no, I mean Mars needs to be free to feel to compose another hit. I make a face in the mirror. This is going to be a long month.
Still, the vibe of this place feels good. Comfortable. Serene. Inspirational.
I hope this will be a place my muse feels at home. Because she hasn’t come to visit for a long time.
two
Bailey
“Well, shit.” I set the tasting pipette on the pristine stainless-steel counter and stare at the offending flask of mead. I’ve studied under some of the best vintners. Even took special workshops for creating other beverages like the mead that’s currently besting me. I make a face at the flask. “You’re not going to win. I will make you taste fantastic.”
