A Cowboy of Her Own. Marin Thomas

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      The scent of Porter’s cologne filled the cab and the earthy smell distracted Wendy. She should be asking questions about his job, not his family. “Sounds as if you like being an uncle.”

      He chuckled, the gravelly noise rolling over her skin and making her shiver. “Are you cold?” He switched off the air conditioner. The fact that he noticed made it even more difficult to focus on her job.

      “How long have you been working for an insurance company?” He turned onto the highway.

      “Four years. I hired on with American Livestock after college.”

      “I’m sure Dixie mentioned it, but where did you go to school?”

      “Arizona State University. I graduated from the W. P. Carey School of Business.” Was it her imagination or were Porter’s knuckles turning white against the steering wheel? “Did you go to college?”

      “I couldn’t decide what I wanted to study. Then I got caught up in rodeoing with my brothers—” he shrugged “—and never ended up registering for any classes at the junior college.”

      “I was surprised when I saw your name on Buddy’s roster of drivers. Last I’d heard you were working with Mack at the Black Jack Mountain Dude Ranch.”

      “About twenty hours a week,” he said. “I filled in when they needed an extra hand.”

      “Do you like cowboying?”

      “I do. And I liked socializing with the ranch guests.”

      That didn’t shock her. Of all the Cash brothers, Porter was the friendliest—former Mr. Popular in high school. She’d rarely seen him walk the halls alone and students had always gathered at his locker between classes. And he never sat by himself in the cafeteria, which made him taking a job that required driving long hours alone odd.

      “If you enjoyed the dude ranch, how did you end up going to work for Del Mar?” she asked.

      “I’d been on the lookout for a permanent job for a while.”

      “Was the position advertised in the newspaper? Online? Did you hear about it from a friend?”

      Porter’s eyebrows drew together. “Actually, it was the strangest thing. I ran into Hank Martin at a bar. He said Buddy was hiring drivers and suggested I apply.”

      Wendy knew that Hank Martin was Buddy’s right-hand man and handled the rodeo scheduling.

      Porter nodded to the iPad Wendy had opened on her lap. “Are you documenting my answers on that thing?”

      “No.”

      “Do you ask all the drivers you ride with the same questions?”

      Porter’s inquisitiveness would only get her in trouble and she didn’t want to lie any more than she had to, so she changed the subject. “How many hours of training did Del Mar provide you with?”

      “None. Hank asked if I’d ever driven a rig before and I said no but that I’d hauled my share of horse trailers. That seemed to satisfy him.”

      Had Buddy known that Hank had sent Porter out with little to no training? Rodeo bulls were expensive, especially those with winning records. It didn’t make sense for Hank to trust the bulls with an inexperienced driver.

      “How many trips have you gone on?” she asked.

      “Twelve. They were short runs. Didn’t have any trouble.”

      When Porter reached the Yuma city limits, he turned onto the county road that would take them to Buddy’s ranch. Fifteen miles later he parked the pickup next to the hay barn.

      Hoping she wouldn’t run into Buddy and have to make up a lie as to why she hadn’t informed him that she was tagging along with Porter, she said, “I’ll wait in the pickup while you get the keys to the stock trailer.”

      “The keys are in the trailer. Hank and Buddy left for Idaho yesterday. They’re checking out a new bull at a ranch up there.” Porter grabbed their overnight bags and stowed them in the cab of the trailer.

      Wendy stood aside while Porter inspected the tires and made sure the latch on the trailer was secure. “Do you check in with Buddy each day when you’re on the road?”

      “No. If I report to anyone, it’s Hank.” He pulled out his phone.

      “I’ll need to know if Hank asks you to do anything unusual on this trip.”

      “What do you mean unusual?”

      “Change your route. Make an extra stop somewhere.”

      “Hey.” Porter held up his hands. “I don’t want to get caught in the middle of anything between you and Hank or you and Buddy. I just want to do my job.” After testing the latch a second time, he opened the passenger door for her. “There’s no step up.”

      How was she supposed to get into the cab? Even if she took a running leap, she wouldn’t be able to dive onto the floor.

      “I’ll give you a boost.” Porter cupped his hands. “Put your foot in here and grab the handhold.”

      She stowed her iPad in her purse, then lifted her leg and set her boot in his hands. Before she’d prepared herself, he hoisted her into the air. She teetered off balance and made a valiant swipe at the handle inside the passenger door, but missed and pitched forward. She saw the top of the cab coming at her head and braced herself, but Porter’s hands vanished from beneath her boot and she fell backward into his arms.

      Oh, my.

      Her breath caught and it wasn’t because she’d slammed into Porter’s chest and had the wind knocked out of her—it was because his grip had tightened on her fanny. Their faces were inches apart, and if she dipped her head a tiny bit...

      He set her on the ground, then moved his hands from her bottom to her waist. “You okay?”

      She could get used to the feel of Porter’s hands on her body. She shook her head and the lusty thoughts scattered.

      “You’re not okay?” he asked. “Did you knock your head on the door?”

      “No. I’m fine.” She retreated a step.

      If you don’t get your act together you’re going to blow this assignment.

      Wendy believed her boss had put her in charge of this investigation because he trusted her and she didn’t want to let him down.

      “We have a long drive today,” he said. “You ready to try and get into the cab again?”

      “I’ll do it on my own.” She braced her foot against the front tire and pushed off—this time she snagged the handle and pulled herself into the cab.

      Porter closed the door, then hopped in behind the wheel. When he backed away from the barn, he spoke. “Can СКАЧАТЬ