Give Me A Cowboy. Jodi Thomas

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      “I would have,” she answered, then hurried on when he glared back at her as if he was about to call her a liar. “I know it couldn’t have been as bad as prison, but the school my father sent me to was dark and hard. Most of the girls were two or three years older than me and offered no friendship. I had no one to talk to and my family never wrote. On Sundays, we had to go to chapel and pray.” She straightened. “I prayed you were safe.”

      All the anger melted away from Rowdy. He walked back to her and knelt down beside her. “Why?”

      She shook her head. “Maybe because you were the only person I knew who had also been sent away to hell.”

      She stood, embarrassed by her own honesty, and straightened her skirts as if they’d been having tea in her parlor. “I’d better get back.”

      He held the reins of her horse. “Let me help you up,” he said from behind her as she reached for the saddle horn.

      She almost said that she’d been climbing on a horse by herself since she was six. Instead, she nodded. She felt the warmth of his body only an inch away from hers.

      Hesitantly, his hands went around her waist. He lifted her up. Laurel closed her eyes and imagined that he was really touching her out of caring and not politeness.

      His hands remained at her waist for a moment. “I haven’t been around a woman in a long time,” he said. “I’ve forgotten how they feel. I know you’re strong, but I’m afraid I’ll break you if I hold too tight.”

      She almost said that she’d never been touched with such care. He’d lifted her as if she were a treasure.

      He moved his hand over hers. “I like the way you feel, Laurel. I’ll be careful helping you up if you allow me to when we’re alone.”

      When he started to move his hand away, she caught his fingers in hers and held on tightly. She might not be able to tell him how she felt, but she had to show him.

      He finally pulled his hand away and whispered, “It’s all right, Laurel. I think I understand.”

      When she took the reins, he stepped back and watched her leave. Neither said a word.

      She rode back through the passage and straight home, her thoughts full of the way he’d touched her.

      When she walked down the hall, she wasn’t surprised to see her father’s study light still on. The man never went to bed if he could walk straight.

      “There you are, girl,” he yelled in a slurred voice watered down by a dozen drinks. “I’m glad to see you stayed awhile at the dance. Filmore mentioned that he worried about you being so shy. A banker needs a wife who can be part of society, not a mouse running to the corner every time someone talks to her.”

      “Jeffery Filmore never talks to me, only at me.” Laurel voiced her thoughts for once.

      Her father laughed. “That doesn’t matter, girl. I never did have a conversation longer than a minute with my Rosy and we got along just fine.”

      Rosy had been his second wife. She’d died ten years ago, but he still mourned her, especially around bedtime.

      Laurel tried again. “What if I don’t want to marry Jeffery?”

      The Captain gave most of his attention to refilling his drink. “You won’t get a better offer. Best take this one. His being twenty years older is a great advantage. He’ll die and leave you comfortable.” He looked up at her through bloodshot eyes. “In the meantime, he’ll make a woman out of you. You’re stiffening up, drying on the vine, girl. You need a man to fill your belly with his seed so you’ll ripen.” He looked down at her blouse. “You look more like a boy than a woman. Most men aren’t interested in a woman like that.”

      She stood silent and took his abuse. All her life she’d never been right, she’d never passed muster. She’d been too thin, too tall, too flat, too shy, too ordinary. But tonight, his cutting ways didn’t hurt so badly because Rowdy had touched her if only for a moment and he didn’t seem to find her lacking.

      She went up to her room, changed into her cotton gown and stood in front of the mirror for a long while. For the first time she saw herself through another man’s eyes besides her father’s and she liked what she saw.

      Chapter 5

      Rowdy was up and shaving when he heard Laurel drive a wagon into the front yard. He wiped the last of the soap off and went to meet her. She’d been on his mind so thick all night he didn’t feel like they’d been apart.

      “I have news,” she said as if she thought she needed a reason to visit him. “And breakfast.”

      “For me or Cinnamon?” He smiled when he noticed she’d left her bonnet at home.

      “Both.”

      She handed him a basket and a campfire coffeepot, still steaming. “I hope it’s still hot.”

      “Looks grand,” he said, but he was staring at her, not the breakfast. Something was different about her. She seemed more confident, happier.

      They ate on the porch steps laughing about how she’d managed to fix breakfast, even coffee, without waking anyone up. “In my father’s younger days he would be in the saddle by dawn, but after twenty years of drinking late, he’s decided the sun could come up without him. Since my sisters never rise before nine, the cook doesn’t bother to ride over until full daylight.”

      “And you?”

      She looked surprised that he asked. “Me? I like to get up early and ride. Before I hear anyone else out of bed I’ve usually finished half a pot of coffee and worked on the books for an hour or more.”

      “With the size of your father’s spread, it must be a job to keep up with the paperwork. You like managing the books?” Rowdy shifted to face her. His knee was almost touching her shoulder. He wondered if she was half as aware of him as he was of her.

      She shook her head. “It’s what I was trained in school to do.” She stared down at her hands and added, “My father thought I’d never marry so, ‘a girl like me needs a skill,’ he said.”

      Rowdy watched her closely. He’d heard the rumors about her and the banker yesterday and wanted to know if they were true. “Do you plan to marry, Laurel?”

      She shrugged. “My father told the banker I’d marry him by fall.”

      “But you don’t want to?” he guessed.

      Her eyes were filled with a thousand unshed tears when she looked up. “But I don’t want to,” she repeated.

      Rowdy saw it all then. He knew without asking why she needed the money. Her father thought he could control her. “You plan to leave as soon as I win.”

      She nodded. “My father СКАЧАТЬ