No Ordinary Cowboy. Marin Thomas

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СКАЧАТЬ they’d fallen more and more in love, and the strain of keeping their affair a secret had worn them down. Finally they’d decided to tell their parents during Lucy’s spring break in April, after Tony and Michael returned from the rodeo in Prescott. But Michael had died that night, and Tony had refused to see Lucy or take her calls. He’d broken her heart when she’d needed him most.

      Shoving the memories aside, Lucy blamed her sudden queasiness on the fact that tomorrow was the anniversary of her brother’s death, and although she’d tried to avoid thinking about it, the pain was a constant presence in her heart. If she knew what was good for her, she’d also keep her feelings for Tony locked away and focus on her fundraiser.

      After the taillights of Tony’s truck disappeared, she said, “Dad, don’t make it difficult for the border patrol to do their job.”

      Her father stared unseeingly into space.

      “If illegals are cutting across the ranch, what’s going to stop them from coming up to the house and robbing us, or worse?” Lucy said.

      “Bravo’s making a big deal out of nothing, because he’s looking out for himself.”

      “I don’t understand.”

      “He requested a transfer to the border patrol office in San Diego.”

      “How do you—” Never mind. Her father had eyes and ears all over the state.

      “He needs credit for cracking a big case in order to get his transfer.”

      “You don’t believe Tony deserves the promotion, do you?”

      Her father retreated inside the house, the smack of the screen door answering Lucy’s question.

      When would he stop blaming Tony for Michael’s death?

      When you tell him the truth.

      Lucy’s eyes burned with tears. She’d hoped the Pony Express would make up for her grave blunder the night Michael had died, but maybe she was fooling herself—there were some things in life one couldn’t make amends for.

      “Back to the kennel for you, girl.” Lucy put Maddie in the outdoor cage and secured the lock. On the way to the office in the barn, she silently cursed. She’d forgotten to ask Tony if he still had her brother’s bucking machine. Now that she thought about it, she’d wait to ask him until she heard back from Shannon about the rodeos. No sense stirring up trouble until she knew for sure that she’d be riding a real-life bull.

      * * *

      “HEY, MOM , IT ’ S ME,” Tony called out as he entered his mother’s trailer.

      “In the kitchen!”

      He found her sliding a cake pan into the oven.

      “You’re late.” She closed the oven door.

      “Sorry.” Tony hugged her. “I should have called.” But he’d been too agitated, his mind a jumble of tangled thoughts after running into Lucy along the highway then dealing with a stubborn dog and a mulish Cal Durango.

      “Problems at work?”

      In his line of duty there were always problems. “No.” He watched his mother dish out the chicken pot pie she’d made for their once-a-week supper together. “I ran into Lucy Durango today.”

      “Oh?”

      “Maddie took off and Lucy was out searching for her.”

      “Did you find the dog?” His mother set their plates on the table and sat down.

      “Yeah.” He omitted the part where Maddie had waited for Lucy to leave before approaching Tony. His mother would insist the dog missed Tony and that he should visit Maddie once in a while—as if Lucy’s father would allow him near the dog, never mind his daughter.

      “Mr. Bonner lost his cat last week—flattened by a semitruck.”

      “Nice visual before we eat,” Tony said.

      “Sorry. No more animal talk at the table.”

      Tony would be lying if he didn’t admit that he missed Maddie and all the dog represented—a friendship with Michael that had begun with an I-dare-you game on a school playground and had evolved into a brotherly bond. Tony had lost a part of himself when his best friend died, and Maddie brought to the surface all the pain buried inside him.

      “How did you do at the rodeo last weekend?” His mother’s brown eyes twinkled as they roamed over Tony. “You’re not sporting a cast or bandages.”

      “I got thrown.” Tony was twenty-seven, but some days he felt like an old man. He used to be a decent bull rider before he’d begun working for the border patrol. Now he was lucky if he lasted eight seconds on the back of a bull in one out of ten rodeos. He should retire his spurs, but he was reluctant to give up those few hours a month when he could keep his memory of Michael alive.

      “Any news on the transfer?” his mother asked.

      “Not yet.” Six months ago, after two years of pretending he’d moved on from Michael’s death and his affair with Lucy, he’d finally admitted that he wouldn’t be able to put the past behind him until he left Stagecoach.

      “The cost of living is much higher in California.”

      His mother was not in favor of her only child leaving town. Tony would miss his mom, but San Diego wasn’t so far away that he couldn’t make a monthly trip to Stagecoach. “You could relocate to America’s Finest City with me.”

      “I’m comfortable at my job, honey. I don’t want to start at the bottom of the waitress ladder.”

      “I bet Juan would move with you.” His mother and the grill cook at the truck stop had been dating for several years but his mother wasn’t interested in tying the knot—her heart still belonged to Tony’s father.

      “You haven’t said how Lucy’s doing.” His mother quirked an eyebrow.

      “She’s fine.”

      “Just fine?”

      Actually, Lucy was more than fine. After two years of catching only glimpses of her from a distance, seeing her up close at the rodeo had stolen his breath. Her smile had reminded him that he’d lost more than his best friend because of a stupid lapse in judgment. He’d also lost the girl who’d captured his heart. Tony shoveled a forkful of food into his mouth, chewed and swallowed. “Lucy was at the rodeo last weekend.”

      “Really?”

      He had been more than a little surprised he’d bumped into her in the cowboy ready area. After Michael died, the Durangos quit attending rodeos, while Tony continued to ride, wanting to hold on to the one thing that had been a huge part of his friend’s life.

      “I noticed the Pony Express van parked in front of Gilley’s Tap House the other night.”

      Never in a million years had Tony believed Lucy would start up her own business in Stagecoach. No one talked about it—at СКАЧАТЬ