Being a smart ass or not, both brothers met her in the kitchen. She had gotten a first aid kit from the hall bathroom. Jesse had wanted a steak over his eye, but Ava had made him use a small ice pack she had made for him. “It’s a waste of food,” she had said haughtily. Jesse’s side was sore, but she couldn’t tell if he had any broken ribs or not. “Even if I do, there’s nothing that can be done about them,” Jesse said. “Ribs have to heal on their own.” Ava cleaned and attended to the cut on Jesse’s hand. Ray held a handkerchief over his nose as she bandaged Jesse’s hand. “Thank you, lovely,” Jesse said. “Would you ever be so kind to get me a beer from the fridge?” Ava got him a beer and even opened it for him with the can opener that was on a magnet on the refrigerator. She handed it to him and went to Ray. “Let me see,” she said. “It’s fine,” Ray insisted. She smacke
The New York Times Society Young Billionaire Heiress Missing! By Judy Budd I had found it suspicious that Ava Bartholomew had not been seen at any summer and this season’s events. After a lot of questioning and digging for almost a month, this reporter has learned – to her horror, Ava Bartholomew has been missing for a little over four months! Apparently, one of her father’s, billionaire publisher and investor, Lester Bartholomew, jets had mal
Lester loved Ava. He truly did. But he hated and despised the pussy she came out of, namely Whitney. “How could you not call me when my only child – our child was in a plane crash and reported missing! How!” Whitney shrieked. “I always knew you were a rude and crude bastard, a liar, a cheat but I never thought you were a complete sociopath! “Yeah, yeah, yeah, what is it the young people say now? All that talkin’ do that shit while you walkin’,” Lester said as he glared at her. “Out the door and out this house so that we’re clear.” “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on, you, you . . . demon from hell,” she sneered. She wore a dark red collarless peplum blazer with a matching pencil skirt. A mink fur was hanging over her shoulders, secured with a gold chain in the middle that hovered above her waist. She looked damn good as always, but the black widow looks good, too, until she strikes. “Detestable woman, if
Ava hadn’t told Ray about the memory she had in the bar while taking her first shot of tequila with Jesse. It was the memory of her taking a shot with a dark-haired, handsome man in a nightclub. She could tell she had some feelings for the guy, but everything else was a blur. She woke up at six a.m. as usual despite how late it was when she had gone to bed. It was Sunday morning. On Sundays, the boys liked having a big, old fashion breakfast.Ava had begun to shower when her mind flashed. Whether she had talked about the dark haired stranger or not to Ray, she was seeing him again now. He was – no. they were both naked in an oversized shower together. Steam was quickly building up around them as the man took her in his arms. Their wet and hot bodies were pressed together as they kissed passionately.Ava gasped as her hand trailed down the side of her body as the sprinkling water beat against her C-cups. She was mimicking the man’s hands. They expertly glided al
Ava and Ray led the pack, as it were, on their steeds to the big oak tree on Cross Creek Ranch. The creek split off into two creeks thirty feet away from it. Dax, Tom, Ray, and Ava slowed their horses and dismounted. Ava had packed club sandwiches and macaroni salad for lunch. After they ate, the boys wanted to race each to here and there. Ray and Ava stayed behind, sitting on a blanket next to the oak tree. The sun shined bright in the cool sixty-five degree air. They were bundled up pretty good. Ray wore black jeans, black boots, and a buckskin jacket. Ava had on a dark brown Woodbury jacket with a hood. Her shoulder length hair was down around her shoulders. The horses, Whisper and Nicklaus, were grazing by the creek. “Ava,” Ray began softly. “You still seem a little . . . out of it. It’s not fatigue, is it?” Ava lightly exhaled. “No.” “What is it?” “I . . . I had a memory this morning before breakf
Later that day . . . Ray rode Nicklaus to the east end of the ranch. The boys were only a few miles away from the barracks. Ray could see them up ahead. He still couldn’t believe he had let his libido get away from him like that. Granted, Ava didn’t seem offended but still. Jesse waved at him as he continued to approach. The boys were checking on the herd. Two of them were expecting. Ray slowed his horse as Jesse and four ranch hands greeted. “Hey, guys,” Ray said as he dismounted. He patted Nicklaus on the side a few times and approached the group. “Come to help us out?” Jesse asked with a smile. He wore a sage colored Stetson and a dark green fleece jacket. “Actually, I’ve come to talk to you. Do you boys mind giving us some space?” Ray asked. The group of four nodded and walked away. “What’s up?” “I never thought I admit this in life to my baby brother but I need
Ava had called Redd, the Getter Done Truck driver who had picked her up on the side of the road over four months ago. She had tried calling him a few times before, but he had never picked up. This time he had. Redd had given her his cell number on the back of his business card.“I’m so glad you’re all right. I’ve thought about you on and off during the past few months. So, you figured out your name is Ava, huh?”“Yes, it was engraved on a bracelet in the one bag I was able to salvage.” Ava spent the next hour telling Redd what she had been through and what she had experienced.“Damn, it sounds like you’ve been on a roller coaster ride, all right,” Redd said. “But you should be fine at The Cross Creek Ranch. The Steele family are good folks.”“You know them?” Ava said with surprise.“Not directly. I know a few of the ranch hands,” Redd said in a relaxed tone. “I used to drive delivery for cattle auctions. I’ve delivered quite a few bulls and heifers out there before I got this job. Th
Monday . . . Ray had been avoiding Ava since yesterday late afternoon. He had Dax tell her they were eating dinner out last night and he hadn’t come to breakfast this morning. Matter of fact, Ray had Jesse pick up his lunch early this afternoon. Ava couldn’t put off getting to the bottom of this. She would have asked Jesse what had happened between Ray and Lillian but she wasn’t sure if he would tell her. If she couldn’t find out on her own, then she would go to him. “Ava, dear,” Mrs. Porter preened as she let Ava in the house. “So good to see you.” “It’s good to be seen,” Ava joked. Mrs. Porter chuckled. “Have you eaten? I was about to fix myself some lunch.” “No, and thank, God, I haven’t. You make the best lunches,” Ava said with a smile. “Thank you. Well, come into the kitchen. Let’s whip something up together like we used to.” They cooked cheeseburger sliders and broccoli salad. Mrs. P
Ava stood in the ballroom at her father’s estate in a dark ivory gown greeting guests, family, and friends. The Halfpenny London dress was made out of crisp taffeta with a plunging bodice and a pleated A-line skirt.Ava was surprised so many people had shown up on such short notice. When she had mentioned this to one of her sisters, she had oozed, “Darling, you’ve been missing for half a year. People’s curiosities are killing them. Other than your personal acquaintances and friends, people changed their plans to be here to be nosy.” Catherine Van Dyke-Townsend had nearly hugged the life out of Ava when she laid eyes on her. Ava damn near thanked her when she had let go. “Oh, Ava, darling, I’ve been so worried about you. I actually began to fear I would never see you again,” Catherine said. Ava remembered her friendship with Catherine now. In the end, Catherine had said that little setup at the Hudson mansion was more for her mother than
It was almost eight o’clock, New Year’s Eve night. Tom was at a friend’s house. He was having a little New Year’s party under his parents’ supervision. Tom was going to spend the night there. Shockingly, Hank Calhoun had called Dax to come to The Sundown Ranch for a party there. Hank’s father had actually gotten on the phone with Ray to assure him that the teens would be properly supervised by himself and his brothers. So, Ray had let Dax go. Another shocker was Lana’s father had let her go with Dax but he had planned to pick her up at eleven. Ray figured Langley Anderson didn’t want Ray’s boy coming close to kissing his little girl at midnight.Ray was at the stables in the office, trying to concentrate on work but failing. He couldn’t keep his mind off of Ava. It was close to driving him crazy. He figured she was back in New York by now. Was she in Time Square waiting for the ball to drop with her old friends and a bunch of screaming loons who were trying to get a cameo
The next day . . . Two hours before their flight was to leave, Ava was finally able to pinpoint Lillian’s whereabouts thanks to the concierge. She was downstairs at the bar in the Doubletree Hilton having lunch. Ava crossed the threshold of the bar room and stopped to look around. She spotted her sitting at the bar sipping what looked like a martini. Ava began to approach her. Lillian turned just before she got to her. “Well, well,” Lillian said, mocking being impressed. “Look who has new fancy duds.” They weren’t knew. Her mother had brought them from New York for her to wear if she needed them. Ava’s hair was pulled back tight in a butterfly clip. Her makeup was sharply edged around the eyes and she wore fire engine red lipstick. She wore a black leather skirt and Louis Vuitton red bottom heels with a black silk blouse. A chinchilla jacket hung around her shoulders. “I hope you’re happy. It appears that you are.”
“Darling, are you sure you’re alright?” her mother asked as she and Ava walked into her hotel room at the Doubletree Hilton in Helena. The room’s décor was all white for the exception of the dresser, bed backboard, and table. It was pretty plain for a hotel room by Hilton but Helena wasn’t the bustling metropolis New York was. Ava had the room all to herself. Her mother and father had separate rooms. “I believe so. I’m just curious about something,” Ava said as she sat on the bed. “How did you and Daddy find me? I’ve been missing for half a year.” “Oh, your father hired multiple private investigators. This last one had gotten a lead but what really sped things along was Lillian Steele.” “What!’ Ava shouted. Her shouting startled her mother, making her jump a little. “Sorry. Lillian told you and Daddy where I was? How does she know you two?” “She doesn’t. Through some P.I. work of her own, s
Ray and Ava were silent for at least a minute before one of them spoke.“You okay?” Ray asked as kept standing close to the doorway.“Physically, yes. The other part feels a bit disoriented. Just thirty minutes ago, we were coming from the movies, having a good time and the next minute - wham. Not only does my past come rushing back to me, it’s in the driveway. Ray, I . . . it just all clicked when I laid eyes on Daddy. My therapist warned me it could happen – all my memories coming back all of sudden but . . .”“You didn’t think it would actually happen that way,” Ray finished for her.“Yes.” Ava took a deep breath. She looked up at her love. Wait. Did she still love him? Now that she was whole – mentally, she wasn’t sure. Ray Steele wasn’t her type – usually. He was rich but he was much older than her and his lifestyle wasn’t what she was accustomed to for herself or in a man she dated. Then another thought struck her. “Oh my god, I got money.”“Yeah, that’s obvious.”“N
Lillian Steele had provided more information to Lester and Whitney on the Steele family on the way to the Hilton in Helena. They were one of the richest families in Montana – billionaire status in their own right. They just lived . . . they way that they do. It was strange to Lester but nonetheless he was going to address the patriarch like an equal. He wasn’t inclined to disrespect the man on his own property an in front of his family unless it was absolutely necessary. The Steele family watched Whitney guide Ava to the back of the house. Ava looked over her shoulder at them. Lester raised his hand to her, waving, letting her know everything was going to be all right. He turned his attention back to the Steeles. “Which one of you gentlemen is Raymond Steele?” “I am,” the tallest of the bunch said. “I’m Lester Bartholomew. And as I’m sure you have figured out by now I’m Ava’s father. And that was her mother, Whitney Bartholom
Within the hour, the Bartholomews were heading to Townsend. Whitney had contacted her former doctor in New York on advice on how to handle Ava’s condition. He had said that if she was working with a therapist some things might have come back to her by now. All Ava might need is a reminder of her past – like seeing people she knew from before in person. “Are you sure you’re alright, Lester? You haven’t used your wheelchair since we’ve landed,” Whitney said. He snorted. “I have to say I don’t think I’ve heard such concern for my welfare from you in years.” “I know it’s quite disturbing,” she said flatly. They both looked at each other. Then they smiled. “I’m fine. I guess it’s the adrenaline running through me. The only thing I regret in this moment is us not having some time alone together,” Lester said as he continued to look over at Whitney in the seat next to him. “The last time we had private time alone – I hav
The next day . . . December 30th “My god, what a ghastly place,” Whitney Bartholomew said as she looked out the limousine window. “It’s not that bad. The streets are clean and it seems like a good economy here,” Lester said as he looked out the other window. “Yes, but what is going on with the fashions here? At least ninety percent of the men are wearing cowboy hats. Even some of the women are wearing them.” she said with her nose turned up. Lester chuckled. “I guess that’s the fashion here. Despite Helena being a city, it’s rather rural.” Whitney grunted.The photo the woman had emailed his butler was legit. It was definitely Ava. She was standing in what looked like a downtown area, waiting to cross the street with what looked like a pre-teen boy wearing a cowboy hat.The Montana P.I. was still making progress but it was slow. When Lester had gotten the call it was the break he had been hoping for.
The next day, Lillian went to Helena and deposited the check Jesse had given her last night and to check in to another hotel there. It was another Super 8. She didn’t want to over spend while she was in Montana. She needed the money Jesse had given her to keep her condo in L.A and keep up her lifestyle there. In truth, Luke and Lillian had broken up three months ago. Without his money, she had to spend wisely. She had gone to L.A. to try to make it in the entertainment industry there. She had been an extra in a few movies and TV shows but nothing that led her to getting a real break. In Nashville, she had been featured in a few country western bars and clubs but she couldn’t get an agent. Luke had paid for her to record a single but it barely sold a hundred downloads. So, when she and Luke split up, she had thought she could make it in Hollywood. It was harder than she had expected it would be – and way more expensive. Lillian wasn’t lea