The Twins' Rodeo Rider. Tina Leonard

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      Suz was hopeful—determined—that Cosette’s wand wouldn’t clog up now that Suz actually had a cowboy she wanted in her sights. Cisco, Sam and Squint had drifted to the rodeo circuit after they’d departed the navy, staying together in a tight-knit brotherhood, none of them anxious to return to their own hometowns. Handsome, bad-boy drifters, Ty Spurlock claimed when he brought them to Bridesmaids Creek. Drifters who just needed an anchor—and there were plenty of cute-as-a-button anchors in BC.

      Trust Ty to see it that way, drop the load of testosterone on BC and take off for the navy himself after he married spirited redhead Jade Harper.

      “I can beat Daisy on any field of battle but water.”

      “When you were in the Peace Corps all those years,” Jane asked, “you didn’t have to swim?”

      Suz shook her head. “I taught English, I taught math, I helped in the infirmary. I didn’t swim. I did, however, assist when there were bites from slithery things.” She shivered. “I’m actually not too fond of waterways, if I have to be immersed in them.”

      “Why didn’t you mention this when straws were being drawn?” Cosette demanded. “There were other women who would have gladly gotten the short straw.”

      “You know very well why.” Suz wondered if maybe she should order the cake now. It seemed Cisco wasn’t going to show up to join her, which was too bad, because he’d stunned her with that bit about wanting to kiss her. Of course she wasn’t going to kiss him!

      When he saw her swimming like a demented turtle, he was going to know she wasn’t the woman who was destined to be his.

      “Why?” Jane demanded, and Suz took a deep breath.

      “Both you and Madame Matchmaker know that the Bridesmaids Creek swim has never failed. Neither has the Best Man’s Fork run. Except for Mackenzie,” she said hurriedly, “and really, I blame that more on my sister’s hammerheaded ex than the charms of BC.” Or Cosette’s matchmaking. Although according to Ty, the whole bad match was his fault.

      There were always a few twists and turns in their small town that prided itself on its haunted house, good food and friendly, busybody ways.

      “Oh, you’re worried about the charm.” Cosette nodded wisely, her pink-tinted gray hair shining under the lights of the diner. “You took the straw because you don’t want anyone else to have Cisco.”

      “Maybe it’s just a superstition,” Suz said. “Maybe we bring this legend on ourselves because we want it so much. When there’s a ratio of, what, ten women to every man here? Someone made up a cute gag that claimed that whoever won those swims and races got the man of their dreams at the end. The thing is,” Suz said, worried, “we’ve never had a woman doing the actual competing. It’s all wrong. Maybe the legend doesn’t work in reverse.”

      The two women stared at her.

      “We don’t know,” Jane said. “It’s never been done.”

      “Well,” Cosette said brightly, “never mind. That’s why we have a matchmaker in town.”

      Suz wished she felt better with Cosette on the case, but there was that teeny matter of the misfire on Mackenzie’s first marriage. “Thank you. The thing is, with Daisy determined to win Cisco’s heart, I would have done better in a bake-off. Daisy can’t cook. And I can’t swim.”

      “Yes, perhaps this didn’t get set up properly. But Cisco won Daisy fair and square last month,” Cosette reminded them. “He swam the race, he came in first place. The competition was fierce that day, and Squid—”

      “Squint,” Jane and Suz said, trying to be helpful because on occasion Cosette’s native French hit a bump or two.

      “Squint had his shot. But he came in dead last.” Cosette shook her head. “There’ll be no wedding for him in Bridesmaids Creek.”

      And Squint was the only bachelor who saw Daisy as something she wasn’t. The handsome SEAL thought Daisy was a misunderstood bad girl, with a hidden heart of gold.

      Although there was as much of a chance that Squint just had the hots for Daisy. Either way, he’d pulled up with a leg cramp, beaten even by Daisy’s gang of five bad boys. “Someone needs to save Squint from the legend.”

      “Could be,” Madame Cosette said cheerfully. “But magic isn’t really tweakable. What we have here in BC is magic.”

      “Ty says we’re just a town of carneys selling our small-town shtick.”

      “Is that the word he uses?” Jane wondered.

      “When he’s being polite. Other times, he goes for a little more flavor in his comments. However, since his marriage to Jade—after the legend worked on his behalf—he’s more inclined to lay off the flavoring.” Suz breathed a sigh of relief when Cisco appeared in the doorway, backed up by the sheriff, Squint and Sam. She perked up so he’d see her.

      It was like he had radar—Suz was sure of it. He came right to their table, doffing his tan Stetson respectfully.

      “Ladies,” Cisco said.

      Cosette squished over next to Jane, both their ample forms filling the booth, so that Cisco would have no choice but to slide in with Suz. Which he did, not appearing to notice their friends’ obvious ploy to get them together.

      His mind seemed elsewhere, which wasn’t good, as far as Suz was concerned.

      “What about us?” Sheriff McAdams asked, clearly hoping for an invite to scoot himself and his buddies into the booth, too.

      The booth would have accommodated them, but Cosette absently flopped a hand toward an empty one. “That spot’s open.”

      The three men went off, looking comically disappointed. Suz slid a glance at Cisco, checking out his big, handsome, very sexy self.

      “Have you had your chocolate cake?” Cisco asked.

      She shook her head. Cosette and Jane pushed out of the booth. “I’ll get it,” Jane said.

      “I’ll help. Tea or water?” Cosette asked Cisco.

      “Milk and coffee, please.” He turned to Suz, and Suz’s heart seemed to melt inside her.

      “Can we talk about the race next weekend?”

      She nodded. “Talk away.”

      “You don’t seem all that enthusiastic.”

      “I’m not.” Suz concentrated on the scent of man and woodsy cologne, and the realization that he seemed to have no intention of taking up the space across the tabletop where Cosette and Jane had left a vacant seat. “I told you, I don’t really swim.”

      He grinned at her, slow and easy, lighting СКАЧАТЬ