The Cowboy Who Got Away. Nancy Thompson Robards

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СКАЧАТЬ it had been a while since he’d eaten. He’d been so eager to get back to Celebration, he hadn’t bothered to stop and eat.

      The sameness of it all warmed him in a way he hadn’t expected. It must have been at least nine years since he’d been here. There’d been no time to stop in at the diner when he’d come back for Ethan and Chelsea’s wedding.

      The last time he’d been home before that had been for his mom’s funeral.

      His dad had died from injuries in a drunk driving accident ten months before his mom had passed. His dad had been the careless drunk. The wreck had left his mom in a wheelchair and she’d never fully recovered.

      Jude had been there to bury his mother, but he hadn’t bothered to come for his old man’s funeral.

      He had no idea why he was letting the old drunk haunt him now. They hadn’t gotten along. During their last bad blowup, he’d punched Jude in the face and had sent him packing. Jude hadn’t pressed charges because his mother had begged him not to. It was the first time the old man had ever turned violent. That was the only reason Jude hadn’t taken it to the sheriff. But even though he hadn’t involved the law, he had left town, not giving them a chance to talk it out or make amends.

      Jude hadn’t kidded himself. He’d deserved his father’s anger. He just hadn’t expected the black eye.

      There was nothing he could do about it now. So, he blinked away the thought and put his hand on the small of Juliette’s back as they walked to the booth in the back corner and seated themselves in the very same place they had spent many hours when they were in high school. Being here with her felt like stepping back in time. The diner was virtually unchanged and Juliette looked almost exactly the same as she had all those years ago—only better, if that was possible. His gaze swept over her face, taking her in. Her olive skin had the same healthy tanned glow. Her long dark silky hair hung loose around her shoulders, tempting him to reach out and touch it. And he could still get lost in those sky blue eyes that were intently watching him watch her. Yeah, definitely better. She was even more beautiful now than she used to be back then. It was a more seasoned beauty—a confidence that suggested she was comfortable in her own skin.

      Time had definitely been good to her.

      He smiled at the thought.

      “What?” she asked, picking up the menu but not opening it.

      He shook his head, dismissing her question.

      “From my vantage point,” she said, “that looked like a whole lot more than nothing.”

      This was definitely the same Juliette—the one who never let him get away with anything.

      “I was just thinking,” he said, “it’s good to see you.”

      “It’s good to see you, too.” She sounded a little shy.

      He rubbed his nail over a piece of worn duct tape that appeared to be covering a rip in the booth’s red vinyl seat. The sensation grounded him, bringing him back to something that was hard and real and a little rough around the edges after standing the test of time. He identified with that. There was something both comforting and disquieting about finding himself in this diorama of the past.

      How had they let so much time go by without speaking? The quick answer was that they were both stubborn. They’d both had their fragile teenage pride hurt. They’d gone off on different life paths and blinked and here they were again—all these years later. Jude was tempted to ask her to tell him everything—everything he’d missed, everything she’d grown to be. He had no idea if she was even dating anyone. For all he knew, she might be head over heels for someone else—she might not have even given him a second thought during the time that they’d been apart.

      When they’d reconnected at Ethan and Chelsea’s wedding, he’d stayed in Celebration less than twenty-four hours. It was all he could spare from the circuit—but even with the limited interaction, it was enough time to realize that he and Juliette still had chemistry. Even after all these years.

      That revelation was one of the driving forces behind his decision to come home after the concussion and back injury that had knocked him out of the running for the professional bull riding finals. He was doing better, but sometimes he woke up with blinding headaches and his body hurt like he was one hundred years old. Still, he wasn’t going to tell her that. He was too young to complain about his aches and pains that no one wanted to hear about, anyway.

      “So, tell me everything,” Juliette said. Those blue eyes of hers sparkled and made his mind go temporarily blank.

      “Everything?” he asked. “That’s a tall order.”

      “Everything. Just start from the beginning.”

      The beginning? As in when he’d proposed and she’d turned him down? Or did she want him to skip ahead to the part where he’d gotten engaged to somebody else and Juliette had vowed to never speak to him again. She’d done a pretty good job of keeping that promise, until he’d seen her at the wedding.

      And now here they were. At least they were talking. He toyed with the corner of the plastic laminated menu. “Everything is a lot of ground to cover. We could be here for a while.”

      He hadn’t realized what a loaded statement that was until he saw her brow arch ever so slightly and the faint smile that turned up the outer corners of that gorgeous mouth. What he would give to know what was going on in her mind at that moment.

      He mustered his best smile. “Judging by the look on your face, you don’t have plans this afternoon?”

      “That remains to be seen,” Juliette quipped. “Start talking and we’ll see.”

      Her sassy mouth was one of the things he’d loved best about her. Well, that and about a million other things that were coming back to him one by one.

      Funny, over the past ten years he’d attracted a certain type of woman who had been happy to let him call the shots and set the pace. Juliette had always held her own with him and he’d forgotten how damn attractive that was. He was just about to ask her if she was seeing anyone when she spoke first.

      “How about starting with why you’re home, and at the beginning of October. The season isn’t over. Shouldn’t you be off at some competition showing a bull who is boss?”

      Oh, that.

      “One of the reasons I’m home is because someone’s interested in buying my land,” he said. “I’ve had an offer on it.”

      She leaned forward. “You’re thinking about selling your part of the Campbell ranch?”

      He nodded, but before he could say anything else, Dottie Wilde, who had worked at the Redbird Diner for as far back as Jude could remember, walked up with her order pad and a broad smile plastered across her face.

      “Well, if it isn’t Jude Campbell, as I live and breathe. Honey, is that really you?”

      He flashed his best smile and winked. “Yes, ma’am, Mrs. Wilde. It’s me.”

      She leaned in and gave him a hug.

      “When did you get home, honey?”

      “About an hour ago.”

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