A Cowboy's Temptation. Barbara Dunlop

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      Two

      The Valley Fall Festival attracted the who’s who of Lyndon Valley. Set in the city’s main park next to the river, it was everything from a craft fair and a farmers’ market to a family picnic, complete with amateur athletics and fun-filled competitions.

      This was Darby’s third year attending the event, but today it was about more than just fun. She was chatting with the people, passing out flyers, directing them to the “stop the noise pollution” website and, most important, gathering as many signatures as possible on the petition. Midnight tomorrow was the deadline to file, and they needed nearly a hundred more signatures to guarantee the referendum.

      Marta was making her way through the stalls of the farmers’ market, while Darby was in the tiny midway, hoping to meet a few concerned mothers putting their children on the merry-go-round and the Ferris wheel.

      “A little harder. A little higher,” came a deep, familiar, male voice.

      Darby twisted her head and spotted Seth Jacobs, perched on a makeshift platform above a water tank, coaxing the teenage boy who was throwing a baseball at a target to dunk him. The mayor was bone dry so far, and the short lineup of women and preteens looking to take their turn didn’t seem to pose much of a threat.

      Too bad. She would have loved to see him go under.

      She couldn’t help musing that it was unfortunate the City Council Chambers didn’t have their own dunk tank. The mayor got out of hand at a meeting: boom, down he went.

      She smiled at the visual, temptation rising within her.

      She knew it would be wrong to give in to her fantasy. This wasn’t the time and place to take out her frustration. She had far more important things to do.

      Then again, she could afford to blow ten minutes. And if Seth had to head home and change his clothes, she’d have the festival and the citizens all to herself.

      It made perfect, strategic sense. Get the adversary out of the way, even if it was only temporarily.

      While she talked herself into it, her feet were already taking her toward the dunk tank. She fished into the pocket of her blue jeans and produced a five-dollar bill. For that, the woman at the kiosk handed over three softballs.

      Darby was confident she’d only need one.

      She took her place in the lineup, fifth back, behind a short, teenage boy who was obviously a friend of the one who’d just failed to hit the target. Behind him were three women, all in heels and dresses, each of them obviously here to flirt with Seth, not to embarrass him.

      It didn’t take him long to spot her. He glanced to the balls in her hand, and his expression faltered.

      She flashed him a confident smile, tossing one of the balls a couple of feet in the air and catching it again with one hand. She knew she shouldn’t enjoy this. But there was really no point in fighting her feelings. She felt a buzz of adrenaline come up in anticipation.

      He gritted his teeth.

      The teenage boy came close but didn’t hit the bull’s-eye.

      The three women all giggled their way through pathetic attempts.

      Then it was Darby’s turn.

      “Mr. Mayor,” she greeted.

      “Ms. Carroll.”

      “Ready to get wet?”

      “Give it your best shot.”

      “Oh, I will.”

      It was far from the first projectile Darby had thrown. She’d played a lot of softball while stationed on bases and overseas. More significant, in basic training, she’d been a great shot with a rifle.

      He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, sneakers instead of his usual leather boots—probably a good idea—and a blue plaid shirt, with the sleeves rolled up over his tanned forearms.

      “You might want to take off your hat,” she advised.

      “I’ll take my chances.”

      He settled the Stetson more firmly on his head, and their gazes locked.

      Adios, Seth Jacobs.

      She switched her attention to the target.

      “Don’t get nervous,” he taunted, voice loud and staccato, as if he was trying to psych out СКАЧАТЬ