Home on the Ranch: Colorado: Big City Cowboy / Colorado Cowboy. Julie Benson

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      Both men nodded.

      “I’ll have the agency’s contract to you later today,” Devlin told Elizabeth. He turned to Rory. “If you give me your email address, I’ll send you our contract with you. I’d like to have it signed by early next week so we can proceed with the campaign.”

      “I’ll sign it as soon as I have a lawyer look over it.”

      Ten minutes later, a slightly shell-shocked Elizabeth escorted both men to the reception area. Once Devlin left, she faced Rory. “You should have told me what you intended to do.”

      “If I had, would you have trusted me?”

      “No.”

      “That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

      “While your show was entertaining, and you came up with a good solution that benefited everyone, don’t ever pull something like that again.”

      * * *

      A WEEK LATER Rory thought he’d lost his mind. All he did was stand around and let people take pictures of him all day, and sit around the hotel watching any sports event he could find on TV all night.

      He’d talked to Griff a few times. The first time, he’d called to get an update and make sure Devlin’s check cleared. So far, his little brother was doing a fine job managing the ranch in his absence. Not being missed there had been a tough pill to get down.

      Restless and needing to see the sky above his head, Rory decided to take a walk. He missed being outside, being active. He’d tried working out in the hotel gym, and that helped some, but he needed to feel fresh air and the sun on his skin. Remembering his agreement with Devlin, he pulled off his worn Wranglers and tossed on the designer jeans before grabbing his hat and heading out.

      The list of reasons he’d be happy once this gig was over kept growing, starting with the jeans. He’d never liked the blasted things no matter how much he wore them, and they still made him feel like a sissy.

      He hadn’t walked a block when his cell phone rang.

      “Thought I’d let you know we signed the papers for Jameson to buy Star’s foal.”

      Good. That would help the ranch’s cash flow. “Don’t let him pick up the foal until you’ve got confirmation the money’s been transferred into our accounts.”

      “Got it.”

      “You’re doing a good job, little brother.”

      Had he made it too easy for his siblings, always stepping in to take care of things when the situation got the slightest bit tough? Rory had thought he was helping. Being the oldest, he’d learn everything the hard way. He hadn’t wanted his younger siblings to go the same route.

      “I don’t know how you do it. Managing this place is sure cramping my style. I was so damned tired last night I fell asleep at ten o’clock.”

      Rory laughed. “Not so easy to be the life of the party when you’ve got to get up at dawn.”

      “How are things going on your end?”

      “It’s been a long week.” Rory rubbed his stiff neck.

      “So modeling’s not all bright lights and pretty girls?”

      “It’s hard work. I’m already tired of people telling me what to do.”

      Griff chuckled. “Getting a chance to see how the other half lives, huh?”

      “Can’t say I like it a whole lot.” Rory stopped at the corner of Broadway and Forty-ninth and waited for the light to change. He’d learned early on that these New York City drivers would just as soon run someone over as stop to avoid him. “You heard from Mom? I called last night, but she was asleep. Avery says she’s holding her own, but the treatment’s tough on her.”

      “Avery said it’s worse than chemo.”

      As long as the treatment didn’t kill her, but killed the cancer.

      “Keep me posted.”

      He ended the call. People rushed past him. Everyone here lived in such a hurry. No wonder Elizabeth fit right in. The woman was a whirlwind. Would she act like that in everything she did—that is, if she ever loosened up? If she focused that energy on a man, she could burn him to cinders in the bed. Rory smiled. What a way to go.

      Someone bumped into him, mumbled a quick apology and scooted off. This walk wasn’t accomplishing what he’d hoped. Instead of releasing his pent-up energy, being out on the streets had spiked his blood pressure.

      He missed the quiet at home. When he hiked in the mountains, he could think. The solitude cleared his head. Whenever he took a walk here, he returned to the hotel with a headache.

      He’d hoped the streets might be quiet this early in the morning, but no such luck. Neon lights flashed. Horns honked constantly. People hurried by. He glanced upward, hoping a glimpse of the sky would calm his nerves. Instead, the Times Square billboard caught his gaze. He froze.

      No. It couldn’t be.

      Lizzie never mentioned anything about a billboard. He stared. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t deny the reality slapping him in the face.

       CHAPTER SEVEN

      THERE HE WAS, big as the Rocky Mountains, wearing nothing but the blasted fancy designer jeans and his cowboy hat, his arms crossed over his chest for all the world to see. The words Devlin jeans, strong enough for a real man ran along the bottom of the billboard.

      He scoffed. Leave it to Lizzie to come up with that slogan. As if any real man would wear these jeans….

      And how in the heck did she get the blasted billboard done so fast?

      He’d thought the photo shoot had been embarrassing. Seeing himself staring down from a billboard sent him skyrocketing to new heights of humiliation. How would he ever handle television commercials airing on stations in his neck of the woods? At least no one he knew would see this.

      Think about the money and Mom. That would get him through.

      “Is that you up there?”

      He turned to find a twentysomething brunette, her hair pulled into a ponytail and a Texas Rangers baseball hat perched on her head, ping-ponging between him and the billboard.

      “It is,” her friend, dressed in jeans and an I love NY T-shirt, said. “He’s wearing the same jeans, and look, he’s got the same poker hand belt buckle.”

      “Yup, it’s me.” Unfortunately.

      “Are you famous?”

      “No.” Please, Lord, let this be the extent of my fame. Don’t even give me fifteen minutes. That’s way too much.

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