Rance sighed. “Yeah, okay. I can see how bringing that up when she’s still adjusting to the idea that you exist would be bad timing. She also needs more info about this place.”
“Oh, she wants pictures,” Kieran said. “I’ll text her some today. And she asked if Desiree could please be on the call tomorrow, so she can thank her. She’s writing her a letter right this minute, but she wants to talk to her, too.”
“Mom will love talking to her.” Lucky pushed back his empty plate. “She usually starts writing by nine but since her deadline isn’t looming, I’ll bet she’ll make the time tomorrow. I’ll advise her to bring tissues, though.”
“I also told Granny I’d take a picture of the grave.” Kieran looked at Rance and Sara. “Do either of you know what’s happening with the headstone?”
“I don’t,” Rance said.
“Desiree has more information.” Sara hesitated. Was she the one who should be telling him about it, though?
“Like what?”
“Fixing it won’t be as easy as she thought.”
“Then it might not get done before I leave?”
“Maybe not.” Definitely not, but that wasn’t her news to tell.
“Well, then.” Lucky glanced around the group. “Kieran said he’d send her a picture today, so what should we?—”
“I’ll text her and say it’ll be another day. I shouldn’t have said that I’d?—”
“We need to fake it.” Rance put down his coffee mug. “I had a feeling this could be an issue. It’s a picture. Everybody alters pictures these days. Surely someone in this family can handle that.”
“Molly,” Lucky said. “With all the PR she’s doing for Mrs. J’s B&B, she’ll have a photo editing program on her computer.” He stood. “Let’s clean up the dishes and then Kieran and I will go out to the cemetery and take the picture.”
Sara got up and grabbed her plate and mug. “You need flowers.”
“You can add those digitally, too,” Rance said.
“We’ll not be adding them digitally.” Kieran held Lucky’s gaze. “Right?”
“Absolutely. We’ll stop by the Wagon Train Market on the way.”
“I’d tag along,” Rance said, “but I’m due at the Buffalo.”
“Can I please go?” Inviting herself was cheeky, but she wanted to be there.
Kieran’s warm glance confirmed it was the right thing to do. “I was hoping you would, lass.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Walking into the kitchen and finding Sara there had been the gift Kieran had hoped for. Lucky had told him a shopping trip to Missoula was on her family’s agenda. Sara had stayed back. For him. He had no doubt of that.
“I have an idea,” Lucky said once they’d piled into his truck, Sara in the front passenger seat and Kieran in the back. “We’ll be going into town, and if you have the keys to your rental?—”
“In my pocket. I brought them today in case someone could take me in so I could drive that vehicle out to the ranch.”
“If you do that after we visit the cemetery you can take Sara back and I’ll head over to the bookshop.”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that shop today.”
Lucky grinned. “And I wouldn’t mind showing it to you.”
“It’s cozy.” Sara swiveled in her seat and glanced back at him. “You’ll like it.”
“I know I will. I’ll buy my first M.R. Morrison book today.”
