Cowboy Country. Linda Lael Miller

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СКАЧАТЬ Tricia appeared in the office doorway, a merciful if temporary distraction from her troubling thoughts. True to Carolyn’s prediction, they hadn’t had a customer all morning, or since lunch, and the apron orders from the website were wrapped and ready for shipping. “I’m going now. Do you want me to drop the packages off at the post office before I head for home?”

      Not wanting Tricia to see that she’d been checking Friendly Faces, Carolyn turned to face her friend with a wide smile, blocking the computer monitor from view.

      She hoped.

      “That would be great,” she said brightly. Too brightly, probably. “Thanks, Tricia.”

      Tricia eyed her curiously, maybe even a little suspiciously. “You’ll be okay working alone for the rest of the day?” she persisted.

      I’ve been working alone my whole life. Why would today be any different?

      “I’ll be fine,” Carolyn promised cheerfully. “I’m just tying up a few loose ends online, then I’ll go upstairs and start sewing. We’re going to need more aprons soon, and I’d like to finish the gypsy skirt before I die of old age.”

      Tricia hesitated a moment, then smiled and left the doorway. “See you tomorrow,” she called, in parting.

      “’Bye!” Carolyn sang out, all merry innocence.

      Then she turned back to the computer, and Brody’s brief message.

      If she agreed to go anywhere with this man, even for a horseback ride, she needed her head examined.

      In the first note, he’d asked for a second chance.

      A second chance to hurt her, to rip her heart out and stomp on it? Was that what he’d meant? Or was she being too cynical? Suppose the man simply wanted to be friends?

      That would make sense, wouldn’t it, given the way they were always running into each other at social functions, both in town and on the Creed ranch? Maybe Brody was as tired of those awkward encounters as she was.

      He’d said as much, just the other day, but then he’d gone and kissed her and confused the issue all over again.

      And then there was the fact that Carolyn never felt freer, or more alive—or lonelier—than when she was on a horse’s back, riding through wide-open spaces.

      To have someone riding alongside her out there on her favorite trails, someone who knew horses and was comfortable around them, well, that would make the experience close to perfect.

      Adrenaline jolted through Carolyn’s system when she made the reckless decision: she would accept Brody’s invitation. It was, after all, a horseback ride, not an elopement, or a wild weekend in Vegas, whooping it up in the buff.

      Heck, it wasn’t even a date, really.

      Still, the idea made her nerves leap around under her skin like tiny Cirque du Soleil performers determined to outdo themselves.

      What she needed, as she’d already concluded, was some sort of emotional insurance, protection against Acts of Brody, and there was only one way to get that—by going out with other guys. As many other guys as she reasonably could.

      Not only would they insulate her, create and maintain a safe distance between her and Brody, but she also might actually fall for one of them and forget him entirely.

      What began as a defense mechanism could turn out to be the kind of true and lasting love she’d always dreamed of finding.

      And wouldn’t that be something?

      Yes, she would make a definite and honest effort.

      She finally entered a reply to Brody’s note, a lackluster okay and flashed it off to his mailbox.

      She checked her new messages then.

      It was sort of gratifying to know she was popular on Friendly Faces—five different men wanted to get acquainted with her, three from Denver and its close environs and two from right there in Lonesome Bend.

      Forehead creased with the effort to place the pair of locals, Carolyn studied their photos, one after the other, and came up with no clear recollection of either of them.

      Both were moderately attractive, in their thirties.

      Richard was tall, if his bio could be believed—wasn’t she living proof that people stretched the truth, calling herself Carol?—with dark hair and brown eyes. He was a technical writer, divorced, with no children, and he’d moved to Lonesome Bend only a month before. Since he worked at home, he hadn’t made many friends.

      He liked to cook, loved dogs, but was violently allergic to cats.

      Carolyn, mindful of Winston, gently dispatched Richard to the recycle bin.

      The other candidate was named Ben, and he, like Richard, was a fairly recent transplant to the community. He was a widower, with an appealing smile, a nine-year-old daughter and a job that took him all over the western states, fighting forest fires.

      He looked like a nice guy, which didn’t mean for one second that he couldn’t have made the whole story up, invented the daughter, the adventurous career, the dead wife. Stranger things had happened, especially when it came to online dating.

      Still, if she was going to have any chance at all against Brody Creed and his many questionable charms, assuming he even meant to turn that effortless dazzle on her anyway, she had to do something, get the proverbial ball rolling, here.

      After drawing and releasing a very deep breath, Carolyn responded to Ben’s friendly inquiry with a short, chatty missive of her own. Not wanting to give away too much information—Lonesome Bend was, after all, a small town—she chose her answers carefully.

      Ben’s response was immediate. Did the man have nothing better to do than hover over his computer, waiting for his trial membership in Friendly Faces to pay off big?

      Hi, Carol, he’d written. Nice to hear from you. So to speak.

      Carolyn reminded herself that what she was doing could conceivably be described as hovering, and she certainly had better things to do, so she’d better get off her high horse, and answered, I like your picture.

      I like that you didn’t bail out on your daughter after your wife died.

      If you even have a daughter.

      If there isn’t a current wife, very much alive, innocently cooking your favorite meal or ironing one of your shirts at this very moment, unaware that you’re flirting with other women online.

      Carolyn reined in her imagination then, but it wasn’t easy, and she didn’t know how long she could keep it from running wild again.

      I like yours, too, Ben responded. I’m new at this computer-dating thing. How about you?

      Brand-new, Carolyn confirmed. It’s awkward.

      Tell me about it, Ben answered.

      Carolyn drew another deep breath, rubbed the palms of her hands together. What brought you to Lonesome СКАЧАТЬ