Wrangling Cupid's Cowboy. Amanda Renee

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СКАЧАТЬ There was a slight edge to Lydia’s voice. “It’s not that uncommon. We treated one of your sister-in-law’s rescues before Christmas. I want Lightning Bug to continue with daily light exercise to keep him moving. This is not something you want to baby, because stall rest will do more harm than good. I’ll be back to check on him midweek. Since Delta’s modifying the shoe, we like to make sure everything is doing what it should.”

      Delta wasn’t upset but she appreciated Lydia’s support. If Garrett picked up on the women’s tension, he didn’t show it. The man had a lot on his shoulders now that he was the ranch’s co-owner. It had to be difficult being a single parent and starting over.

      Delta checked her watch. It wasn’t even nine o’clock and she had already emptied her thermos of coffee. She left Lydia and Garrett to discuss the other horses in the stables and headed toward the new lounge area he’d told her about last night over dinner, praying there was a freshly brewed pot.

      Delta yawned, cursing herself for staying awake half the night. It hadn’t exactly been her choice. She couldn’t get her conversation with Garrett out of her head. Every time she had closed her eyes, there he was. The man was good-looking, she’d give him that. But that didn’t mean she wanted him invading her every waking thought.

      Jake trotted along next to her as she entered the lounge. She had expected one table and a handful of chairs, not several tables and a mini cafeteria setup. The mismatched furniture gave it a cozy feel. There were even Crock-Pots plugged in along the back wall, most likely courtesy of some of the ranch hands’ wives that worked up at the lodge.

      “Great.” Delta looked down at Jake. “Now he’s given me a reason to like him. I don’t want to like him.” The dog nudged her hand with his wet nose. “Don’t you get too attached to him either.”

      She’d met many widows and widowers over the last three years. She’d visited with children too young to understand what was happening to their bodies. Those were the hardest. But out of everyone she’d met, Garrett was different. The people she sat with were going through cancer or had gone through it repeatedly. Garrett had suffered through the ordeal long-term, and three years later the loss of his wife still haunted him. Maybe that was why she couldn’t get him out of her head.

      “Delta, do you have a minute?” A shiver ran up and down her spine at the sound of his voice.

      “Sure.” Delta reached for a tall paper cup and filled it to the top. “Coffee?”

      “Yes, please.”

      She watched him shift uncomfortably from the corner of her eye. “Tell me when. I always take mine black so I never know how much creamer people use.”

      Garrett waved his hand. “That’s good.” Delta handed him the cup. “About before... I don’t want you to think I’m questioning your abilities.”

      “Aren’t you?” Delta faced him. “I’ll admit, I was a little miffed, but I realize you’re concerned about Lightning Bug. I don’t know how much Dylan told you about my experience, so I’ll fill you in because you should know who’s working for you.”

      “Delta, you don’t have to do that.” Garrett set his cup on the table behind him.

      “Yes, I do. It’s the only way you’ll begin to trust me.”

      “If Dylan trusts you then I trust you.” He sighed and jammed both hands in his pockets. “But if it makes you feel better, tell me.”

      “I’m a Certified Journeyman Farrier by the American Farrier’s Association. I have both my forging and therapeutic endorsements. I also make a point to continue my education on a regular basis and I consistently work closely with equine veterinarians and hospitals throughout the state. I’m a fourth-generation farrier and this is more than just a job to me. It’s my life. It’s been ingrained in me since I could walk. And if there’s anything I’m uncertain about, I have an extensive network to confer with.”

      “Wow, no wonder my brother was afraid I’d run you off.” There was a nervous lilt to Garrett’s voice. For a man who had greeted her so cocksure yesterday, she rather enjoyed the softer side of him. Maybe too much so. He stiffened as if reading her thoughts. “I appreciate your understanding. And I wanted to thank you for last night. It was nice having a friend to talk to.”

      There was that word again. She didn’t want to be in the friend zone. Friends did things together. Friends relied on one another. The only thing she wanted to rely on Garrett for was a paycheck.

      “If you need to talk, I’m available to listen, but—”

      “That’s what I had started to say before Dr. Presley joined us. I enjoy talking to you. I felt human for the first time in a long time last night. So, yeah, I’d like to take you to dinner sometime soon.”

      “Garrett.” One of the ranch hands poked his head in the door. “We have a grain delivery coming in.”

      “Okay, be right there.”

      “Thanks for understanding about earlier.” Garrett slapped a plastic top on his coffee. “I’ll call you and we’ll make plans.”

      And then he was gone.

      “What the heck just happened?” She slumped in one of the chairs and began scratching Jake’s scruff. “Did he just ask me out on a date?” Jake lifted his paw and rested it on her thigh. Delta groaned and closed her eyes. This was not how she planned to start the morning.

      * * *

      BY THE TIME Kacey stepped off the school bus, Garrett was ready to call it a day. He still had a few hours of work to do, but it would have to wait until tomorrow morning. He wanted to spend a few hours with Kacey before they went to his brother Harlan’s house for dinner. Over Christmas, he had promised Kacey and his seven-year-old niece Ivy that once they moved to town they could have regular weekend sleepovers. This was supposed to be his turn to host, but the girls were staying at Harlan’s since Garrett wasn’t finished unpacking. That was next on his agenda.

      Emma had offered to babysit Bryce on Saturday while Dylan helped him finish setting up the house. By the time Kacey got home on Sunday night, he wanted their place looking like a real home. They hadn’t had a home of their own since Rebecca died. He loved living close to family again. They could support him when he needed it. He’d missed that in Wyoming. Rebecca’s family was wonderful, but it wasn’t the same as having his own nearby.

      Instead of embarrassing Kacey again on the snowmobile, he opted to pick her up in the SUV. Surely that had to be okay. In spring, he’d allow her to walk from the ranch’s front gate to the house, but it was just too cold in mid-January.

      Kacey slammed the passenger door and glanced in the backseat at Bryce. “Are we going to Uncle Harlan’s now?”

      “Not until later.” Garrett stared at his daughter. “You could try saying hello first.” Once again he was met with radio silence. “Kacey, look at me.” When she refused, he cut the truck’s ignition.

      “What are you doing?” she screeched and looked toward the school bus pulling away from the ranch. “Just drive.”

      “Listen, young lady. I realize you’re having a difficult time accepting this move. But this is home now. I suggest you find a few things you like about it and focus on those because we’re not moving back to Wyoming. And СКАЧАТЬ