Bad News Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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      Now sometimes he felt a bit as if he’d sold himself. Pretty damn cheap, too.

      And the Wests were part of the town—the mortar in half the brick buildings on Main Street. Jack felt somewhat obligated to slide under the radar. Oh, sure, he’d been a pro bull rider; he was a ladies’ man; he lived in the same town he was born in. The people paid him no mind, because they thought he was harmless. Thought he was laid-back. Thought he was haphazard, that he came by his successes accidentally.

      They underestimated him, and he allowed it.

      And he was pretty tired of it.

      He jerked open the fridge and pulled out another bottle of beer before slamming the door shut again. Yeah, he was pretty damn tired of it. So he was going to put an end to it.

      This charity rodeo was going to be a success. One of the biggest things Copper Ridge had ever been a part of. Maybe it would even be something that caught on. Something that was annual, at least here, if not in other counties.

      It would be work. Hard work. And people would have to acknowledge that.

      Hell, that was the entire point of his horse breeding operation. No one knew it. No one but him. But he was amassing a reputation for having some of the finer stock around, and he was most definitely gunning for Nathan West. To overthrow him. To diminish the man’s empire.

      To meet the man at the top of his own game and beat him at it.

      Maybe it was petty. To want something just so he could prove to the man who would never lower himself to call himself Jack’s father that he wasn’t just a little bastard brat who could be swept under the rug. That if he was given money, he wouldn’t just go drink himself into a stupor with it because he was poor and unworthy and didn’t know what to do with cash. Oh no, he was making himself legitimate competition.

      And the old man had provided the seed money that allowed Jack to do it.

      It was poetic justice, albeit private poetic justice, that he had been enjoying greatly for the past couple of years.

      This would be just a slightly more public showing. The middle finger to his dad, a bid for legitimacy. A way to flaunt himself without violating their agreement. His dad’s dirty secret shining in the light, and even if no one else knew it, the old man would.

      Yeah, he was all in. No question.

      He turned and walked back into the living room, offering Eli and Connor a smile they didn’t see, since they were glued to the game.

      “Since I’ve been a pretty awesome friend to you lousy pieces of flotsam and jetsam for the past twenty-some-odd years, I was thinking you could help out with the charity.”

      “How?” Connor asked. “I feel invested in helping, if for no other reason than Eli and I saw the way that husband of Alison’s treated her.”

      “Time donation, monetary donation, spreading the word. Whatever you feel like you can give.”

      “You’ve got it,” Eli said.

      “It will be good for your reputation anyway, Sheriff,” Jack said.

      “Well, now you’re acting like I need to have ulterior motives to contribute to charity.”

      “I’m just adding incentive.”

      “Your pretty face is enough incentive, Jack. It always is,” Connor said.

      “I’m flattered, Connor but you’re a married man, and I’m not a homewrecker.”

      “That’s too bad. Liss is pretty open-minded.”

      “If I took you up on what you’re pretending to offer, you would scamper into the wilderness and never return,” Jack said drily.

      “Damn straight.”

      “And I’d run in the opposite direction,” Jack added.

      “Okay, that call was balls. There is no way this game isn’t fixed,” Eli groaned.

      And after that, they didn’t talk about charity, and Jack didn’t think much about it. He didn’t think about Kate, either. Well, not much.

      Sure, there had been some tension between them recently. But ultimately, she would always be the little mud-stained girl he’d helped distract while Connor and Eli had dealt with their drunken mess of a father.

      It had given him a place to be, something to focus on besides his unhappy home.

      The simple fact was the Garretts were more than friends to him. They were family. Connor and Eli were his brothers, a dream an only child like himself had never imagined could be realized.

      Then he’d grown up and found out he had siblings. Half siblings, but other people who shared his DNA. At that point he had another realization about just how little blood mattered.

      Colton West was his brother by blood, but he doubted the man would ever cross the street to shake his hand. He doubted the other man had any idea.

      Connor and Eli had always been there for him. And they always would be.

      Nothing on earth was worth compromising that over. Nothing.

      * * *

      THE LIST OF PARTICIPANTS for each event had grown. And thanks to Jack’s hard work it included several people from the pro circuit. Kate felt downright intimidated, she couldn’t lie. She was signed up to compete against some of the best barrel racers around, and even though it was just a charity competition, she felt as if it would be some kind of moment of truth.

      About her skills. About whether or not she had an excuse to hold back from turning pro. About a whole lot of things.

      She looked down and kicked a stone, watched it skim across the top of the fine gray dust in the driveway. She’d come out to get a ride in before the meeting tonight. Before Jack was due to pick her up and take her over to the Grange again. But she sort of felt numb, sluggish, frozen. Not in the best space to do a run around the barrel she had set up in the arena.

      But she supposed she had to. She kicked another stone.

      She hadn’t seen Jack since that day at the Farm and Garden. They had only shared one phone call, where he had rattled off a list of names that had made her stomach heave with anxiety. All the while, her heart had been pounding faster because of the deep timbre of his voice. She didn’t need professional psychiatric help at all.

      She let out an exasperated breath and shoved her hands in her jacket pockets as the wind whipped across her path. She upped her pace as she headed toward the barn.

      Her fingers were still numb as she tacked Roo up. She pulled the girth tight and checked everything over once. Then she leaned in and kissed Roo right over the star on her forehead. She inhaled her horsey scent, shavings and the sweet smell of the hay. It was like slipping into a hot bath, a moment of instant relaxation.

      “Okay,” she said. “We can do this.”

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