The Cowboy's Little Surprise. Barbara White Daille

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      Too bad she hadn’t remembered all that when he had finally turned his attention her way.

      He shoved his hands into his back pockets, which pulled his shirt taut against his chest. Now, she felt herself flushing as she recalled the one and only time—

      No, she wasn’t going there. And he wasn’t staying here. “You must have made a wrong turn somewhere. I suggest you find your vehicle, wherever you might have left it—”

      “I parked near the barn—”

      “—and be on your way.”

      “—and to answer your question, I came to see Jed.”

      “What for?”

      “He invited me.”

      “Then I assume you’ve seen him already and, as I said, you can be on your way.”

      “You and I need to have something out first.”

      Please, no. Had he caught a glimpse of Robbie, after all?

      He shifted his stance and crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t expect to run into you this soon, but since we’ve met up, it’s as good a time as any to talk.”

      “I don’t really have anything to say to you.”

      “But I’ve got something to say to you.”

      He ducked his head, looking suddenly like the kindergartner made to give back the lollipop he’d just sweet-talked out of her hand. Even in those days, she’d have given him anything.

      One night in high school, she’d proven that.

      She turned to the truck and grabbed another sack. “I’m busy, sorry.”

      “I’ll give you a hand, and then we can talk.”

      “No.” He had stepped up beside her and stood only a few inches away. His nearness unsettled her. The thought of him going back into the hotel upset her even more.

      While she and Abuela had been in town, her son had stayed over at the ranch manager’s house on the property. But Pete’s housekeeper might be bringing Robbie back home any minute.

      “All right,” she conceded. “Say whatever you want to say right here.”

      “I’m sorry.”

      She blinked. “What?”

      He ducked his head again, then tugged the brim of his hat down, shading his eyes. “Look, I know I acted like a real jerk to you back in high school.”

      “High school? You mean that lunchtime you turned me down when I asked you to the dance?” The time you humiliated me in front of everyone in the school cafeteria? “I’m over that.”

      “You are?”

      “Of course.”

      “Well. That’s good. But I still feel I owe you an apology.”

      “Oh, please. Don’t even think twice about it.”

      “You’re sure?”

      “Yes, I’m sure.” She forced a smile and hoped he couldn’t see her grinding her teeth in frustration. She just wanted him gone. Off the ranch. Anywhere but right here, right now.

      “Well, that’s good,” he said again. “I’m glad you’re not holding any bad feelings against me, since we’ll probably be seeing a lot of each other.”

      “I doubt it. The hotel keeps me busy and close to home. I don’t go into town much.”

      “You won’t have to.” His smile didn’t look the least bit forced. “You’ll see me here. I’m back to working for Jed.”

Chapter Two

      “Men are more trouble than they’re worth.”

      Tina’s best friend couldn’t possibly know how much Tina agreed with the familiar refrain right at that moment.

      She looked down the length of Canyon Road, Cowboy Creek’s business section, then back at Ally. They had just met in the parking lot of the hardware store, where Ally worked as a clerk. As often as Tina could manage, they would get together at the end of Ally’s workday to walk, pacing the length of the business section of Canyon Road and back again, for as long as their time allowed.

      Right now, just a few hours after her meeting with Cole, she needed a good, long walk to work off her sky-high stress. And listening to Ally’s complaints about the latest man in her life would be a good distraction. “What now, Al?”

      “Oh, that new wrangler in town, the one I told you about—you know, the cute one.”

      “They’re all cute to you. Can you be more specific?”

      “Details. Always, you want details.” Ally rolled her eyes. “The tall blond one who just showed up in town a week ago. He’s been coming into the store a lot. But I can’t get him to look my way. And you know I can be pretty hard to miss.”

      That was an understatement. Ally was nothing if not flamboyant. Today after work she had changed into a magenta exercise leotard paired with electric-blue biker shorts and her favorite purple running shoes.

      Tina wore her navy sweatpants and her faded New Mexico State University T-shirt.

      Ally looked her up and down and shook her head. “When are you going to listen to me, chica?” she demanded.

      “Don’t start.”

      “Too late for that. I started on you years ago. I don’t know why I love you when you’re so darned stubborn.”

      “For my abuela’s Sopapilla cheesecake.”

      Ally laughed. “You’ve got a point.”

      “And as usual, my point right now would be that—as sorry as I am about your cute wrangler—you can’t throw yourself at every good-looking cowhand who walks in. Please tell me you didn’t do that with this one.”

      “I can’t help my impetuous nature.” Ally grinned. “You could learn something from me, chica. How to have your heart broken on a weekly basis. It would sure make your life more exciting.”

      “Once was enough for that, thanks,” she said grimly.

      Ally frowned. “You’re not looking too happy yourself. What’s wrong?”

      She hesitated. But Ally was the only friend who could understand what Cole’s return meant to her. “Your blond isn’t the only man who’s shown up in town. Cole’s back.”

      “You’re kidding me!”

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