A Cowboy of Her Own. Marin Thomas

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      “I guess it doesn’t matter why she’s going on the trip as long as you remember she’s Dixie and Shannon’s friend. Keep—”

      “My hands to myself. I know.” Johnny acted as if Porter planned to jump Wendy’s bones as soon as she climbed into the truck cab. “Wendy isn’t my type.”

      “Good. Keep it that way.”

      The last thing Porter wanted was to become tangled up with Wendy Chin—an educated career woman with a mind of her own. Her diminutiveness might bring out a man’s protective instincts, but he suspected Wendy could handle almost anything and anyone she crossed paths with.

      “When are you leaving in the morning?” Johnny asked.

      “As soon as Wendy gets here. I told her she could leave her car at the farm.”

      “Have her park it behind the barn so the twins don’t mess with it.”

      “Good thinking.” He waited for Johnny to grab his hat and mosey along, but his brother didn’t budge. “Something else on your mind?”

      “Not really.”

      Porter laughed. “Spit it out.”

      “I guess it’s more difficult than I expected.”

      “What’s that?”

      “Accepting that all my brothers have grown up and they don’t need me anymore.”

      Porter smothered a smile behind his hand. The strongest brother, the one who’d defended his siblings against playground bullies and as a result had made multiple trips to the principal’s office, looked like a lost kid. “It doesn’t matter how old we become,” Porter said. “You’ll always be our big brother and the go-to guy for advice.”

      Johnny released a loud breath. “I’m glad, because all I’ve ever wanted is for my siblings to be happy.”

      “It was tough when Grandma and Grandpa died, but I wasn’t scared, because I knew you’d be there for me.” Porter studied his boots before looking Johnny in the eye. “Remember when Mom died? You were worried about me because I didn’t want to talk about it.”

      “I remember.”

      “The reason I didn’t say much is because I didn’t feel sad and I thought I was supposed to. Then I found you crying down by the pond and I felt guilty that I couldn’t even shed a tear for my own mother.”

      Porter had never told a soul about his eldest brother’s crying jag because he’d been so shaken at the sight. That night he’d realized that Johnny wasn’t a superhero but a human being. “You were the family rock, Johnny. Even before Mom passed on, we turned to you when we needed help.” Porter shoved a hand through his hair and paced in front of the TV. “I pretended Mom’s passing didn’t affect me because I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

      “Mom’s death did bother you.”

      “Not for the reasons you think.” Porter shrugged. “I never got to ask about my father. I know the rest of you had had conversations with her about your fathers, but she and I never had that talk.”

      “Did you find out his name?” Johnny asked.

      “Nope.” Porter laughed the sound bitter. “And I actually wanted to know who he was.”

      “I’m sorry. But maybe it was for the best.”

      “Maybe.” When his brothers had reached out to their biological fathers, they’d been rejected. “I’m slowly coming to grips with the possibility that I’ll never know who my dad is.”

      “What about the stuff Grandma left in the attic?”

      “I went through the boxes a couple of years ago. There’s no information about any of our fathers.”

      “If you decide to search for him, I’ll help in any way I can.”

      “Thanks.” Porter figured his brother would remain in the bunkhouse forever if he didn’t nudge him toward the door. “I need to finish packing.”

      Johnny put on his hat. “Don’t forget to text Dixie when you arrive in Grand Junction. She’ll send out a search party if you don’t.”

      He wouldn’t forget, because he didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of Wendy if his brothers showed up out of the blue to check on him.

      Why do you care what Wendy thinks?

      He didn’t care. “I’ll keep Dixie informed of my whereabouts.”

      Johnny opened the bunkhouse door. “Does Dixie know Wendy’s going with you?”

      “Not unless Wendy told her.” If the two had talked, Porter was sure his sister would have warned him to mind his manners with her friend. “Say hi to Shannon and give Addy a hug from Uncle Porter.”

      “Will do. Drive safe.”

      Once the door shut behind Johnny, Porter sprawled across the couch. He hated that one of his sister’s girlfriends would be monitoring his every move and groaned when he thought of spending a week with the no-nonsense woman. He closed his eyes and conjured up an image of Wendy in her suit pants and silk blouse.

      This was going to be the longest road trip of his life.

      * * *

      “YOUR TRUCK SMELLS brand-new,” Wendy said after she climbed into Porter’s Dodge Ram.

      “I bought it three months ago. It’s my new babe magnet,” he joked.

      Babe magnet aside, Wendy marveled at how a rodeo bum/livestock hauler could afford a new pickup. Maybe he’d saved for years to cover the down payment. Or maybe Buddy Davidson had paid Porter a bonus when he’d signed on to work at Del Mar Rodeo. Or...maybe Porter had been told if he asked no questions and did his job well he’d receive a kickback after Buddy collected the insurance money from the missing bulls. Wendy had a tough time believing her friend’s brother was a criminal.

      “Wave goodbye to the twins.” Porter nodded to Conway’s sons, standing on the porch in their pajamas.

      She waggled her fingers out the window. “What are they doing up at five-thirty in the morning on a school day?”

      “Their twin sisters’ crying probably woke them. The walls in the farmhouse are pretty thin.”

      Dixie had posted a cute picture of the girls to her Facebook page the day Isi gave birth to them.

      Porter started the truck, shifted gear, then honked as he drove out of the yard.

      “I bet Isi doesn’t get much sleep with infant twins and two rambunctious six-year-olds to take care of.”

      “The boys being in school full-time helps. During the day Conway focuses on СКАЧАТЬ