Cowboy for Keeps. Cathy McDavid

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СКАЧАТЬ your chance, buddy,” Gavin continued. “You don’t ask her out, I guarantee you someone else will, pregnant or not.”

      “I’m not asking her out,” Conner repeated.

      “She doesn’t care that you aren’t bringing home six figures a year.”

      He jerked at the reminder of his former circumstances. “I care.”

      “Money’s not important to her.”

      “Easy to say.” Conner’s ex-girlfriend used to profess a similar sentiment. Funny how people change.

      A horn beeped, causing both men to turn. Dallas waved from her Prius, then headed behind the barn, where the parking area was located.

      “You’re wrong.” Conner returned to loading the wagon. “A husband who can provide for her and her child is what’s important to her.”

      “She tell you that?” Gavin asked.

      “It’s what she deserves.” And what, at the moment, Conner couldn’t give her.

      “She’s planning on raising her child alone. If money was important to her, she’d have stayed with Richard.”

      “He’s paying child support, or will. On his salary, it ought to be plenty generous.”

      “Ah,” Gavin said knowingly.

      “What does that mean?”

      “If your ego was any bigger, it’d swallow you whole.”

      Conner glanced at Dallas, who was quickly approaching and almost within earshot. “This has nothing to do with my ego.”

      “Right.” Gavin let loose another chuckle.

      Connor cursed under his breath. Once again, his friend’s insightfulness was right on the mark.

      * * *

      THEY ENTERED the mountains at one of the trailheads behind Powell Ranch. For the first twenty minutes, Dallas could hardly sit still. Head swiveling, she took in the view from her elevated vantage point on the wagon seat.

      “Nice.”

      “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

      They reached the first hill and began their ascent. Conner clucked to the horses, which leaned into the harness as they pulled their heavy load.

      Dallas swallowed. “This is steeper than I thought it would be.”

      “You want to turn back?”

      She dug her fingers into the seat. “Absolutely not!”

      The trail, barely wide enough to accommodate the wagon, curved sharply. Conner guided the team of horses, talking to them in a calming tone.

      Dallas told herself he’d promised they’d take the easy routes, and she trusted him.

      That was until she looked down.

      No one had warned her how different riding in a wagon was from sitting astride a horse. How much higher it was.

      Large boulders flanked the trail, close enough to clip a wheel. If that happened, they’d careen over the edge. And what an edge it was. On the other side of the boulders, the ground gave way, ending far below in an overgrown gully.

      Perhaps she should have given more consideration to this day trip.

      “Pretty, huh?” Conner asked.

      “Very.” When she didn’t look down.

      “You’ll appreciate the view even more when we get to the top.”

      “How, um, reliable is this brake?” She ran her hand over the smooth handle, finding comfort in its nearness.

      Conner’s hardy chuckle allayed some of Dallas’s worries

      “You don’t have anything to worry about. Once we crest the top, it’s all downhill from there.”

      “Until the next one.”

      “True. But the second half of the trip is mostly flat,” he added.

      She let out a sigh of relief.

      “And here I always figured you for having nerves of steel.”

      “I do have nerves of steel.” She lifted her chin. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. I’m just more comfortable when I’m in the driver’s seat.”

      “You want to take over for a while?” He started to pass her the reins.

      She shook her head. “You’re doing great.”

      “Seriously, if you want to try driving awhile, you can. When we reach flat ground and the girls are tired out. Less chance of a runaway then.”

      Her fingers clenched the wagon seat tighter. “What exactly are our chances of a runaway?”

      “Almost none.” He turned to face her. “Do you think Gavin and Ethan would have given all those people rides around the park during the Holly Daze Festival last Christmas if they thought for one second they’d have a runaway?”

      “I guess not.”

      Conner stared at her. At her mouth. Then his gaze traveled to her eyes, where it stayed...and stayed. “I wouldn’t do anything to put you in danger.”

      She melted, inside and out, and let go of the wagon seat.

      “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked.

      “No.” She could, she thought, go anywhere with him. “What was it like?” she asked after a moment. “Capturing Prince.”

      “Not easy, I can tell you that. He’s a wily one and gave us a run for our money. Took six of us to herd him into a corner and get a rope around his neck.”

      “What did you think when you first saw him?”

      “That I’d met my match. I’d never worked with a wild horse before, much less rounded one up and brought him in.”

      “And now you work with wild horses every day.” Too late, Dallas realized her slip. He hadn’t worked with horses every day, wild or otherwise, until he’d lost his job. Before then, it had been restricted to weekends.

      If her remark bothered him, he hid it well. “Only until they’re trained. Which doesn’t usually take long.”

      “You are good at it. You could train horses for a living if you wanted.” Shoot, another stupid slip. Would she ever learn? “Not that you aren’t a great systems analyst.”

      Ugh! That sounded worse.

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