Cowboy Fantasy. Ann Major

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СКАЧАТЬ least, not directly and not within the king’s earshot. But the forbidden holds a mighty powerful appeal. Especially for comrades in a cow camp lonely for female companionship, especially when that forbidden female is willowy and sexy and full of surprises as a brand-new kitten.

      It was plain to see by the stubborn set of North’s strong, jutting jaw, he wasn’t over that night. Plain to see by his stern silences and his inability to even crack a smile at his men’s dirty banter, that the king hadn’t forgotten the young lady or that night any more than they had.

      No, sirree. The king wasn’t through with Miss Melody Woods.

      Any more than that little firecracker was through with him.

      It was just a matter of time before that pair got into a tussle again.

      What would that sexy little gal dream up for an encore?

      His men’s yelps along with that damn cow’s stomping and grunting and snorting inside the jug at the far end of the huge barn would have set a sane man’s nerves on edge. North was hardly sane.

      He hadn’t been himself since that night when Melody had danced for the world and then refused to dance with him in private. To make matters worse, Dee Dee Woods, Melody’s socially ambitious mom, had him on the phone and was unraveling the fraying ends of his frazzled psyche with her shrill demands.

      “I said supper!”

      He held the phone away from his ear. How could such a pretty woman have such a grating voice? “Tonight? Your house? I don’t think that’s a good—”

      “But Melody’s safe and sound in Austin.”

      He knew better than to argue.

      “Sam and I miss you. That’s why when your accountant said you were coming to town, I decided to call.”

      He missed them, too. “Just a second, Dee Dee. We’ve got a cow in labor, and Jeff’s yelling so loud—”

      On a shudder, North pressed the cordless telephone tighter against his ear and bolted himself inside the stall with his pet llamas. Camels, he called them when he was feeling affectionate or worried, which was all the time, ever since Little Camel had been born so puny.

      Not that it was any quieter inside their stall. Not with that distressed cow in labor, bawling and fit to be tied again.

      “What was that you said, Dee Dee?” North demanded.

      He liked Dee Dee Woods even if she’d set her sights on him as a future son-in-law for all the wrong reasons.

      “I heard you’d be in town,” Dee Dee shrieked. “So, I called to invite you to supper.”

      The cow started kicking so loud North could barely hear her.

      “It’ll just be Sam and me…I promise!”

      “All right.”

      “Seven-thirty sharp.”

      He said bye and hung up.

      “Boys,” he shouted. “I was on the phone. Y’all were hollering so loud, I couldn’t hear myself think. I just did a very stupid thing.”

      “W.T. let go, and she kicked me—two hooves, square in the chest!” Jeff yelled back at him. “Get down here, King!”

      North was so mad he stayed put.

      Damn it. It was Jeff’s fault he’d said yes to Dee Dee Woods. Gentry deserved to sweat. Hell, droplets of the stuff were trickling from North’s wet black hair, soaking his denim shirt and blue surgical overalls as he considered sitting down to dinner in the Woodses’ house again.

      He’d said yes.

      Not to worry. You have a date with Maria on Saturday. You’re through with Melody.

      Just talking to her mother had brought everything back, especially that night.

      North stood alone in a stall, occupied not by a cow or horse, but by that unlikely pair of camels and wondered if he should call Dee Dee back and send his regrets.

      He began to frown in earnest as he stroked the mama llama. Then he eyed her gangly newborn more worriedly. The mother was dark brown with black patches on her face and rump. Her milk wouldn’t come, and the baby—an impossibly skinny runt who was all ribs and neck and match-stick legs—couldn’t suckle.

      For some foolish reason, even after nights spent chasing the Midnight Bandit, North had been getting to the barn at 4:00 a.m. to play nursemaid to the shy baby llama, warming bottles, cradling him, feeding him. Even so, Little Camel wasn’t putting on weight.

      Jeff yelled, “Time to play vet, King.”

      “See you later, Little Camel,” North whispered with more affection than he wanted to feel.

      The shy, scared baby reminded him of…

      He saw a little girl on the ground, her skirts hiked, her skinny knees torn and bloody; worse, her smoky-blue eyes dark with fear. Abruptly the king stopped that memory.

      His defiant boot heels echoing all the way to the rafters, North stalked across the concrete floor of his barn toward the scuffle of his men and the cow in that distant stall.

      It was late August and 113 degrees in the shade outside if it was a degree. Inside the barn felt like a sauna. He could almost feel the beige dust that coated his wavy hair and dark skin turn to mud and ooze under his collar.

      North was exhausted, on edge, but he forced himself to concentrate on the job ahead instead of on…on Melody.

      Damn her hide…or rather her silky, golden skin. And she was soft—he’d never forget how good she’d felt the first time he’d accidentally touched her and she’d jumped as if she’d been shot. Not that every nerve in his body hadn’t popped like sparklers, too.

      Why the hell had Dee Dee called? He didn’t want Melody on his mind. For months he’d refused to think about her.

      He didn’t still want her, still dream about her. He didn’t. Not after what she’d done. Not after what she hadn’t done.

      But if some idiotic part of him still did want her, that was the part he was trying damned hard to kill by working himself so hard. His misplaced affection for the wrong woman had jeopardized not only his pride and his heart, but also his family and their ranch.

      He had a position to uphold. When he married, if he married after what she’d put him through, it would be to a mature, sensible woman who understood ranching, who could contribute something of value to El Dorado, who would lend sanity to his hard life instead of chaos, who could make commitments and stick to them. He wanted a harmonious marriage to a woman, who could show a man she loved him in a warm womanly way, to a woman like Maria Langly, who had been born and bred to ranch life, just as he had.

      North was fighting for his ranch, his legacy and his world. His back was against the wall. He had no time to waste on a woman who’d never known for sure whether she wanted him, a woman who would never be anything but trouble.

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