The Cowboy Way: A Creed in Stone Creek / Part Time Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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      Right or wrong, for better or for worse, at some point, he and Melissa O’Ballivan would make love.

      Whoa, you big dumb cowboy, said the voice of reason, causing Steven to sigh. You just met the woman yesterday.

      Once, before Matt became a part of his day-to-day life, Steven would have countered the voice with a resounding So what? living, as he had, by the philosophy that he-who-hesitates-is-lost, especially when it came to beautiful women and the opportunity to bed them.

      Melissa certainly qualified as beautiful, and that was the least of it. He sensed a vastness within her, a fascinating inner landscape he yearned to explore.

      In time.

      “Go inside,” he told her, smiling down into her eyes, “you’re shivering.”

      “Yes, I really should,” she agreed, shivering harder.

      But she didn’t move and neither did he.

      They just stood there, looking at each other.

      Finally, Melissa rolled up onto the balls of her feet and touched her mouth to his, the contact light and brief, over almost before it began.

      The kiss electrified Steven, left him confounded.

      In the next moment, a wistful little smile playing on her lips, Melissa turned and hurried back through the gate, up the walk, across the porch, finally disappearing into the house.

      Steven, wondering what the hell had just hit him, still didn’t move.

      Then he heard one of the truck windows open, with a whirring sound, turned to see Matt looking out at him, rubbing his eyes once with the heels of his palms and then grinning sleepily. “Melissa kissed you,” he said.

      Steven chuckled and rounded the truck, climbed behind the wheel.

      “She did,” Matt insisted, as they pulled away from the curb. “I saw Melissa kiss you.”

      “Okay,” Steven said, adjusting the mirrors. “She kissed me. It was no big deal, Tex. Just ‘good-night.’”

      “Melissa likes you.”

      “I like her, too.”

      “I bet she doesn’t go around kissing everybody she likes,” Matt went on.

      “Go back to sleep,” Steven responded, with a smile in his voice.

      Matt giggled. He was wide-awake—so much for his usual tendency to sleep through anything. “Are you going to ask Melissa out for a date?”

      Steven suppressed a broad grin. They were on the main street of Stone Creek now, headed in the direction of home.

      Such as home was.

      “You’re five,” he pointed out. “What would make you ask a question like that?”

      Matt gave a huge sigh. “I know what dating is,” he said, very patiently. “I watch TV. Guys on TV give lots of women roses and take them on dates, in limos. At the end of the season, the guy has to decide which one of them is a keeper and gets down on one knee and gives her a ring.”

      “And you watched all this stuff when?” Steven asked. In their household, television was strictly monitored, especially the “reality” kind.

      “Mrs. Hooper has this big set of DVDs. We watched all of them.”

      Mrs. Hooper had been Matt’s babysitter back in Denver. Steven had worked a lot of nights, tying up loose ends at his old law firm before making the move to Stone Creek.

      “You didn’t mention that at the time,” Steven said dryly. Once they were past the city limits, he shifted gears and sped up a little.

      “You never once asked me if Mrs. Hooper and I were watching smoochy dating shows on TV,” Matt informed him.

      “You’d make a great lawyer, you know that?”

      “I don’t want to be a lawyer,” Matt said. “I want to be a cowboy.” A pause. “I just need a horse, that’s all. You can’t be a cowboy without a horse. So, when are we going to build the new barn?”

      Steven laughed and shoved his left hand through his hair, keeping his right on the steering wheel. “When I’ve had a chance to get some estimates and hire a contractor,” he answered. “Until then, you’ll just have to be patient.”

      Another sigh.

      “What?” Steven asked.

      “I was just wondering something.”

      “And that would be—?”

      “Are you going to ask Melissa out on a date?”

      Now it was Steven who sighed. “Guess what?” he said. “That just happens to be none of your darned business, buddy.”

      “How am I ever supposed to get a mom if you won’t go out with women?”

      “I do go out with women, Matt.”

      “Okay,” Matt conceded. “You went out sometimes when we lived in Denver. But this is Stone Creek.”

      “And we haven’t even been here two full days,” Steven said reasonably. “Give me a chance, will you?”

      “So you’ll do it?”

      “So I’ll do what?”

      Matt sounded exasperated. “Ask. Melissa. Out. On. A. Date.”

      Steven laughed again, harder this time. They were bumping their way over a country road now. Their turn-off was just ahead and he switched on the signal, even though there was no one behind them. “Do you ever give up?”

      “No,” Matt replied, without hesitation. “Do you?”

      Steven sighed. “No,” he admitted.

      “Because a Creed never gives up, right?”

      Steven didn’t answer.

      “Right?” Matt persisted, through a yawn.

      “Okay,” Steven said. “Yes. That’s right.”

      “And you’re going to ask Melissa to go out with you, right?”

      Steven stopped the rig near the tour bus, shut off the engine and turned in his seat to look back at Matt. “If I say yes, will you shut up about it?” he asked, not unkindly.

      Inside the bus, Zeke began to bark.

      “Yes,” Matt said, and Steven thought his expression might have been a little smug, though that could have been a trick of the light.

      “Promise?”

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