This could work for Daniel. But he would need someone to drive him to Cottonwood Springs for the series of evening classes, the test, and the hands-on driving instruction. Her mother couldn’t do it, and even if he’d agree to help, it might involve more time than her father could spare. That left her, and no one else.

When she clicked on the link to the cost, her heart sank. The instruction was expensive—several thousand dollars for the program, depending on how much help was needed. Even if her parents agreed to let Daniel take the classes, given her mother’s medical needs, they couldn’t afford to pay.

But she could. She’d been saving for the down payment on a Nashville condo. If she moved back home, she could dip into that money to pay for Daniel’s driver-training classes.

But should she do it—take Daniel’s side against her parents, cancel any plans for her singing career by moving home, and spend the money for something that might not be the best idea? What if her parents were right? What if, after all that work, Daniel couldn’t pass the test? Or worse, what if he were to get his license and then have an accident?

“Megan?” Her father rapped on the closed bedroom door. “Sorry to disturb you.”

“No, it’s fine.” She hastily closed the computer screen. “Come on in.”

He opened the door. “Hate to ask, but I just got a call from Daniel at work. He’s getting off early because of the snow. I’m tied up in the kitchen. Would you mind picking him up? You can take the van. It’ll be safer on slick roads.”

“Sure. I’ll be happy to.” Megan took the van keys from him and zipped on her warm coat.

* * *

Outside, the snow was only a couple of inches deep, but the storm front had arrived in full fury. Snow blasted the windshield of the van as she backed out of the carport. At least the Christmas Tree Ranch should get enough snow for more sleigh rides. Not that it mattered to her anymore. She’d enjoyed the ranch and the friendships with the partners and their women. But those days were behind her now. If she stayed in Branding Iron, she would have to make new friends—not an easy thing for a single woman in a small town. And as for dating, she could write that off.