Maverick Wild. Stacey Kayne

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      Seemingly out of things to say, he gazed across the windswept grasses. She took the opportunity to secure her hat before the wind snatched it away completely. After a few minutes of listening to the jingle of horse harnesses and watching the wind chase leaves and grass, she couldn’t stand it. Unfriendly as he may be, it was still Chance Morgan who sat beside her. The closest friend she’d ever had.

      “Did you never wonder about me?”

      His jaw flexed as though the question annoyed him. “Sure we did.”

      “Are your memories of me so terrible?”

      He eased back against the seat and released a long sigh before he finally met her gaze. His expression softened, revealing a sadness Cora felt to the bottom of her soul.

      “You know I didn’t want to leave you behind.”

      She’d clung to that hope for two decades.

      “Tuck and I, we spent countless nights plotting all kinds of scenarios for going back for you.”

      “You did?” Warmth blossomed inside her.

      “But we were kids, Cora Mae. And you were Winifred’s daughter.”

      And just that quickly the spark died, stamped out by the hatred buried in those last two words. Winifred’s daughter. “Has it been so long that you’ve confused me with my mother?”

      “No. But apparently you believe enough time has passed between us that you can lie to me and get away with it.”

      Cora froze, stunned by his candid accusation.

      Her mother’s manipulation may have driven her here, but Cora wouldn’t allow Winifred’s influence to ruin her chance to know her stepbrothers again.

      “I’ve not lied,” she insisted.

      “Cora Mae.” His voice was barely a rumble above the wind.

      The sudden warmth in his green eyes stole her breath. His lips tipped into a slight smile, and Cora was struck by the urge to…certainly not hug him.

      “I think you forget how well I know you,” he said.

      She hadn’t forgotten. She’d never stopped praying for the day he would come back into her life. Winifred wouldn’t steal this from her. She wouldn’t allow it.

      “You knew a child. The man sitting before me is proof that people change over time. You’re hardly the sweet boy I once knew.”

      “Sweet boy? I recall doing my best to set off a certain prissy tomboy’s spitfire temper and landing her in a mess of trouble on several occasions.”

      He’d been the best adventure of her life. “You were worth the trouble.”

      He arched a golden eyebrow and Cora averted her gaze, suddenly uncomfortable with the intimacy of sitting so close to him and speaking of such personal matters. “You were my very best friend,” she clarified. “It’s one of the few childhood memories I hold dear.”

      “All clear!”

      Cora jumped at the sound of Garret’s voice. She glanced back to see him approaching on his horse with Chance’s horse and a packhorse trailing behind him, realizing only then that she hadn’t seen him since they’d left Slippery Gulch some time ago.

      “Have you been right behind us all along?” she asked as he reined in beside them.

      “No, ma’am.” He dismounted and began changing the lineup of the three horses. “I stayed a short ways back, making sure Wyatt didn’t send any of his men after us.”

      “After us?”

      “You don’t need to fret none.” Garret met her gaze with a grin. “I didn’t spot any riders.” He mounted the other saddled horse now standing at the front of the line. “Which pass are we taking?” he said to Chance.

      “Northeast is the shortest.”

      Garret gave a sharp nod.

      “Mr. Spud mentioned a distinct trail to your ranch,” she said, certain this was not the direction he’d described. “I haven’t noted one.”

      “We’re using a stock trail,” said Chance. “Not the smoothest ride, but it shaves nearly an hour off travel. We’ll make it home in time for Skylar’s supper.”

      “Tucker’s wife?”

      “Yeah.”

      At thirty-three, she had truly expected them both to be wed by now. “You’ve not married?”

      Chance gave a short, humorless laugh. “Marriage is not for me. Not in this lifetime.”

      She found an odd sense of comfort in that response and rather agreed with his outlook.

      “Miss Cora,” Garret said, reining in beside her. He leaned over and dropped a large coat over her shoulders, enveloping her in a warm lamb’s wool lining. “No sense in you shivering all the way to the ranch.”

      “Thank you.” She pulled the thick coat tight and breathed in a musky, masculine scent.

      “Chance can’t use it. You might as well stay warm.”

      Chance noticed the sudden stiffness of her spine. She paused in the midst of securing the top button at her throat. After blindsiding him with all that sentimental talk about being her best friend, he didn’t see why she should be repulsed by wearing his coat.

      “Do you mind?” she asked, meeting his gaze with clear reluctance.

      “Why should I?” he said, unsure of how he felt about anything at the moment. He only wished he’d thought of it sooner. The heavy brown leather enveloped her from her chin to her knees. Keeping her covered up was a definite improvement.

      “I have a layer of mud to keep me warm. Your lips are practically blue.”

      “See you at the ranch,” Garret said as he set off ahead of them.

      The wagon lurched forward. Cora resumed her hold on the seat as her exhausted muscles prepared for another jarring ride.

      “Sure hope you got more sensible clothing in that trunk.”

      “I have.” Indeed, there was nothing but sensible clothing in her trunk. Not that it mattered. Chance’s reception had made it painfully obviously she would not have been well received, no matter what she’d worn. Thankfully she’d ignored her mother’s order to throw out her maid attire.

      She owed her mother nothing. Her life was her own.

      Descending the hillside at hair-raising speed, she sucked in a deep breath of crisp Wyoming air, and tasted freedom.

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