Cowboy for Keeps. Cathy McDavid

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      “It’s okay, Dallas. You don’t have to walk on eggshells. I got laid off. Now I’m training horses and leading trail rides, and glad to have a job. Plenty of the people I worked with at Triad Energy still don’t.”

      “Something’s going to break for you soon. I have faith.”

      “Glad one of us does.”

      “It’s all about networking,” she said enthusiastically.

      “So I’ve heard.” His grin strived for teasing—and fell short.

      Had she overstepped?

      Dallas kept quiet rather than commit another blunder.

      Conner broke the silence first. “Do you mind if I ask a personal question? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

      “I don’t mind.”

      “Why did you break up with Richard?”

      She took a moment to collect her thoughts. “Technically, it was mutual.”

      “It still must have hurt.”

      “Not really. Which says a lot. I took it in stride. Sure, I was a little lost at first. But by the end of the following week, I was ready to move on. Which says even more.”

      “What happened? Between you.”

      “Nothing happened, which was the problem. Whatever we had, it wasn’t head-over-heels, can’t-live-without-you love.”

      “When did you find out you were pregnant?”

      “A week later.”

      Conner nodded, watched the trail ahead as it grew steeper and steeper.

      Her curiosity got the best of her. “What are you thinking?”

      “I’m surprised you didn’t change your mind and decide to get married, after all. Richard has his faults, but he’s a responsible guy.”

      “If you must know, he did ask me.”

      “Hmm.”

      “I said no. Nothing’s changed.”

      “Except you’re having his baby.”

      “Which hasn’t affected my feelings for him. I care for him, I really do. And I imagine I always will. But not enough to marry him.”

      “You could do worse.”

      Dallas stiffened. Now Conner sounded like Hank.

      “My mother spent five years married to a man she didn’t love. He wound up walking out on her and my brother and me. It sucked, and it’s the last thing I’d want for my child. Given a choice, I’d rather call off the wedding than go through with it, only to wind up divorced a few years later.”

      “Sounds like you’re justifying the breakup.”

      She scowled at him. “I am not.”

      “A father has a duty to fulfill.”

      “My father? Or are you referring to Richard? Forget it,” she said, before Conner could answer. “Richard will do his duty. We just won’t be married.”

      “I admire you. It’s a big risk you’re taking. Most women would be scared.”

      “I’m scared, all right. Petrified. But I have the support of my family and friends. And my work. Photography is something I can continue while I’m pregnant, and after the baby’s born.”

      He made a face.

      “What?” she demanded.

      “You’d bring a baby along on a wagon ride?”

      “Not all my shoots are in the mountains.”

      “Or from three thousand feet up?”

      He’d remembered the photos she took last year that now appeared in a calendar. “Guess I won’t be hot-air ballooning for a while, either.”

      He was right. Her entire life would soon be completely different.

      Was she making the right decisions for everyone concerned? Most important, her baby?

      She and Conner reached the top of the hill. He drew the horses to a stop so they could rest.

      Dallas had lived in the Scottsdale area her entire life and considered herself familiar with the landscape, having photographed it countless times. Even so, the view sent a rush of awe coursing through her.

      “Cool, huh?” Conner grinned as if he’d discovered this view himself.

      “Way cool.” Without thinking, she bent and reached for her camera bag on the floorboard beneath their feet. The strap evaded her grasp, and she had to abandon her efforts. “Is it possible for us to get out? I’d love some shots.”

      “No problem. The girls could use a rest.”

      He reached around her and set the brake. Gripping her hand, he steadied her as she climbed down the side of the wagon. Only when she was safely afoot did he wrap the reins around the handle and descend. Dolly and Molly didn’t budge, except to give each other a disinterested sniff.

      While Dallas clicked away, Conner waited beside the horses, gripping Molly’s bridle.

      “You were right. The view is amazing.” Dallas was already mentally composing the list of contacts she’d send the photos to in the hopes of making a sale.

      Conner materialized beside her. “Watch you don’t get too close to the edge.” He took her elbow, drew her back a step.

      A step that brought her up close and personal with him.

      Tall. Broad. Strong. Masculine. The words blinked in her mind like a flashing neon sign. Conner was all those things and more.

      “I’ll be careful,” she assured him. Careful to keep a watch on her heart. He could easily steal it.

      She returned to the wagon bed and reached in the ice chest for a bottle of water. What she really needed was space. No reason to put ideas in either of their heads.

      Dallas might be over Richard, but she was still vulnerable. She didn’t need a man messing with her priorities. Derailing her plans.

      She’d seen the results of that firsthand with her mother.

      Moving to a different spot, she continued snapping pictures. The mountains, harsh and primitive, erupted from the earth like an offering to the heavens. At their base, the city, with all its modern wonders, spread out in every direction, devouring the landscape.

      These were the kind of photographs Dallas sought, the ones that told a story.

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