And Cowboy Makes Three. Deb Kastner

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      Eventually she’d stopped trying.

      Despite Angelica’s faults—and what she now realized was a defensively bad attitude—Granny had understood her.

      And Rowdy had loved her.

      Had being the operative word.

      Her thoughts were abruptly called back to the present when Toby, tucked reassuringly close to her shoulder, sighed in his sleep and sucked on his fist, momentarily shifting Angelica’s attention away from the platform. Toby was such a sweet, beautiful baby, a real blessing in every possible regard.

      Granted, as his mother, Angelica knew she was a little bit biased.

      “If I can have your attention, please,” Jo announced, pounding a gavel against a podium that had been brought over from the town hall. “We still have several fellows lookin’ to be bid on here and a senior center still needin’ to be built. And who knows? The best guys might be yet to come. You don’t want to miss out on your perfect match ’cause you’re too busy jawin’ with your neighbors.”

      Since Jo was serving as the auctioneer, she had ditched Angelica with not so much as a second glance, much less an explanation.

      It shouldn’t bother her to be left alone. She’d been on her own most of her adult life. But it hurt her nonetheless. Maybe because she felt she was underneath an unseen spotlight.

      Or maybe because Jo was a friend.

      Angelica had been left to the mercy of the throng as it grew tighter toward the platform, pushing her with them. Her anxiety level rose exponentially as she became farther engulfed by the crowd.

      So much for a calm, peaceful picnic.

      Angelica pulled Toby a little closer, murmuring soft nonsense words in his ear and tucking her head close to his, inhaling his sweet, soothing baby scent. She reassured herself with the thought that, very soon, this would all be over and she could hightail it out of town and back to Denver where she belonged.

      Or not belonged, really. She didn’t fit in anywhere. But at least she wasn’t under the constant judgment she felt sure she would find here in Serendipity.

      “All right, folks,” Jo announced with a boisterous bounce in her step that sent her red curls bobbing. When the crowd didn’t immediately quiet, she pounded her gavel on the podium several times until she was certain she had everyone’s attention.

      “Next up on the docket,” she called, her voice overriding the little section of the crowd that was still speaking, “is a Serendipity fan favorite, especially among the ladies. Drumroll, please. Let’s hear it for Rowdy Masterson!”

      Angelica’s breath froze in her lungs as she slowly raised her head.

       Rowdy.

      At the first sight of him, her heart jolted to life and then dropped like a boulder to the pit of her stomach, where it rumbled around disturbingly.

      The crowd roared as Rowdy stepped up onto the makeshift wooden platform, his mouth creased in a friendly grin. Much had changed over the years, but not Rowdy’s smile.

      A shiver of awareness vibrated through Angelica at her first glimpse of the man she knew so well, and paradoxically, didn’t know at all.

       Rowdy.

      Angelica cringed as he stepped forward, still slightly favoring his left leg when he walked.

      So his injury had never completely healed, then. The inside of her head reverberated, her guilt clanging like a gong, and a wave of nausea washed through her.

      Rowdy’s injury?

      That was all on her.

      It was enough to shatter her heart all over again.

      Yet another prayer left unanswered. She had so wanted Rowdy to be healed completely of his injuries. If it hadn’t been for her pressing him to participate in the saddle bronc event he hadn’t been prepared for, he wouldn’t be limping in the first place.

      Other than the way he clearly put additional effort into moving his left leg over his right, time had been good to him. He was as handsome as ever, with thick wavy blond hair and warm blue eyes. Strong planes defined his masculine face, weathered from the sun and shaded with a couple days’ growth of beard, giving him a rugged air.

      He’d filled out in the years since she’d last seen him. His shoulders were broader and his muscles more defined from ranch work.

      Not surprisingly, Rowdy didn’t have to entertain the crowd by doing tricks or flexing his muscles to get their attention, as other men before him had done. He merely flashed them his signature toothy grin and gestured with his fingers for his rapt audience to increase their applause. The resulting hoots, catcalls and laughter made Rowdy’s grin widen epically, and he tipped his hat in appreciation.

      She remembered Rowdy’s smile all too well, along with the whispered words of a happy future meant just for the two of them alone to share.

      An ugly, dark feeling churned in her gut and she swallowed hard against the bile that burned in her throat.

      She counted those days as nothing more than the naïveté of youth, when they still thought they had their whole lives before them and that they could weather any storm life threw at them as long as they were together.

      When they’d believed they were invincible.

      They hadn’t yet comprehended that life could change in a moment.

      But they’d learned. Oh, how painfully they’d learned.

      It had only taken one second for their whole world to come crashing down around them.

      One second.

      And some things a person never recovered from—physically, emotionally or spiritually.

      “Hush down, now,” Jo called, rapping her gavel to regain control of the crowd. “Quiet!”

      A group of laughing young women near the front of the crowd immediately started bidding on Rowdy, cheerfully one-upping each other before Jo could officially open the bidding.

      “Wait, wait. No bids, please,” Jo said, holding her hands up to stop the ladies from continuing.

      The noise of the crowd immediately dropped to a hushed whisper.

      “We’ve got a special case here with Rowdy, today,” Jo continued. “I’m sorry to disappoint all you single ladies out there, but Rowdy has already been bought and paid for before this auction even began.”

      People gasped in astonishment.

      “That’s not fair,” came a youngish-sounding female voice from the crowd. “No one else got to do that with any of the other men.”

      The crowd rumbled in agreement.

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