Belonging to Bandera. Tina Leonard

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      Holly went to the truck and slid in the back of the double cab next to Mason, before Bandera could help Mike get the Harley loaded. Mason looked petrified, and Bandera wondered if it would be too obvious if he asked his brother to drive so he could sit in back with Holly.

      Yeah. Too obvious.

      Sighing, he got in the truck. “Off we go,” he said. “Fun, fun, fun.”

      HOLLY TRIED HARD not to watch as Bandera drove. Her gaze kept going to the rearview mirror, where she could see his eyes shaded by his hat. They were dark and mysterious, which she found appealing.

      Her ex of a few hours had been blond and much thinner than Bandera Jefferson. Bandera was a very big, broad-shouldered man. Strength radiated from him, even from the sun lines around his eyes. She liked his squarish jaw and the way he looked at her like she was some curvy siren.

      She could see her garter peeking out of the pocket of his denim western shirt. Why she had thrown it, she really couldn’t say. Until today, impulsive gestures weren’t her thing.

      The garter had been stuck in her purse hastily as she’d grabbed things and left the church.

      She’d only had time to scribble a short note for her mother and father, telling them that she was sorry and that she loved them. After guilt had hit her—she was leaving them to clean up the mess—she’d known in the next instant her mother would applaud her, her sister would be proud, and Daddy, well, Dad might just decide to put some sense into her ex.

      She’d not written the real reason she was leaving. Her ex really wasn’t up to Henshaw family wrath.

      Some wedding planner I turned out to be, she thought.

      But no, the wedding would have been beautiful. Everything had been just right.

      It was groom-picking she obviously needed help with.

      Silence descended over the truck as the four occupants wondered what to say to each other. Bandera’s gaze met hers, and they both gazed quickly in opposite directions.

      She glanced at Mason. His eyes were closed, but his jaw was tense. Then she looked at Bandera and found him watching her in the mirror again.

      “Guess we interrupted your plans,” she said.

      “Somewhat. We didn’t have a set schedule.”

      “I did.” She looked at her French manicured nails. “But I’m changing course.”

      “Sounds like the best thing to do right now. How come you weren’t at the wedding?” he asked Mike.

      “I was headed there when I got the call that it was called off. Actually, I got about ten calls.”

      “How?” Holly asked, surprised. “I didn’t tell anyone but you that I was leaving.”

      “Your mother called my mother, who called me. Then your mother called me. Then your father. Then your ex-fiancé called me.”

      “He did? They did? Why didn’t you tell me all this?” She noticed Bandera was listening with rapt attention, though trying to appear that he wasn’t.

      “Because you surprised me when I picked you up and you were with these guys. I thought you might have gotten yourself into trouble.”

      “I never get myself into trouble,” she said sternly. “And if I did, I’d know how to get myself out just fine. All I needed was a ride.”

      “Anyway,” Mike said, “they called me after I was already on my way here to get you. Do you want to use my cell phone to call them?”

      “I’ll call Mom and Dad later.” Chuck she was never going to call again.

      “And Johnny?” Mike asked.

      “His name was Chuck. What’s to talk about?” she demanded. “I think some things don’t require words.”

      “I agree,” Bandera said, his tone way too cheerful. “Red bras in fruit bowls generally illuminate a situation better than linguistic artifice.”

      “Ah,” Holly said.

      “As does a ring left on top of a condom box.”

      Cousin Mike cleared his throat.

      Holly looked at Bandera.

      “I’m sorry,” he said, as if only she could hear. “A lady like you deserves more considerate treatment.”

      Her heart seemed to curl up and die with mortification, yet she appreciated Bandera’s efforts to comfort her. “It’s all right,” she said.

      “No, it’s not. Did you know that the cognitive area of the brain, the part that helps make appropriate decisions, is the last to develop? It may not happen in some brains until twenty-four to twenty-six years of age.”

      She blinked. “Are you making excuses for my ex? Are you saying his cognitive functioning was impaired?”

      She thought she saw color rise up Bandera’s neck.

      “No,” he said, “I’m saying you’ll be older the next time you choose a man, and you’ll know exactly what you want. This was obviously not the right man. And yes, he must have been cognitively impaired, not to mention character-stunted, to make a bad decision like that. I’m sure you couldn’t see any of that, however. I bet he sold himself to you as a regular prince.”

      “He did,” she said sadly. “But he was no prince at all.”

      “Precisely,” Bandera agreed cheerfully. “Now, the difference between you and me is that you agreed to be married. I wouldn’t dream of such a thing. My cognitive functioning will always be too impaired for me to select a wife.”

      “Peachy,” Holly said. “And you’re not too proud to admit it.”

      “No, I’m not. Did you know Confucius said that a gentleman has neither anxiety nor fear? I have both,” he boasted. “When it comes to the idea of matrimony, I am both anxious and fearful. I admire that you were even willing to consider it.”

      “Do you study Confucius often?” Holly asked.

      “I like quotes. They give me a point of reference in my life.”

      She looked at him thoughtfully. “Are you super-intelligent, or just full of hot air?”

      “Hot air,” Cousin Mike and Mason said in unison.

      She leaned back and stared out the window. He probably was full of hot air. More than Chuck, even.

      But Bandera did make her feel better, she admitted. It was the way he kept watching her—until she’d catch him, then he’d look away quickly—that told her he found her attractive. For a woman who’d found a bra thrown atop the bananas in her kitchen, it was some comfort that the cowboy seemed interested.

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