Her Cowboy Lawman. Pamela Britton

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ thing of all was the look on the sorrel horse’s face. It had such a pained expression of “help me” in its eyes that it was all Bren could do to hold it together.

      “What’s wrong?” Lauren asked.

      “Well,” he said, tipping his cowboy hat back. “It’s hard to know where to start.”

Chapter Five

      “This is why you need to hire somebody to manage the horses,” Lauren said, standing back and watching Bren fix the horse’s halter. “And to think, I was going to have you help Kyle ride the other day.”

      “Yeah, good thing I got sick,” Kyle said.

      “I already did hire somebody,” Jax said, hands on his hips. “She won’t be here until next month. I told you.”

      “Thank goodness I didn’t ride him that day,” Kyle said. He stood at Bren’s elbow, intently observing everything the man did. “I could have been killed.”

      “Judging by how this horse tolerated everything, I doubt that.” Bren stood back, and she hated the way her cheeks heated up when he turned to face her. Well, turned to face her and her brother. It was just embarrassment, she told herself, although she’d had nothing to do with getting the horse ready to ride.

      “How are you going to manage a horseback-riding program when you don’t even know how to put a saddle on?”

      The look on her brother’s face was one she recognized from her childhood. Stubbornness and determination. She remembered the look from when he tried putting together a new set of Legos. “I know how to put one on.”

      “Yeah, now,” her son said.

      Jax just shook his head in that way he had. He might be ten years her senior, but they’d had plenty of tussles in their youth. They’d usually involved the television remote or his computer games, but this was no different from the time she told him not to steal their dad’s car keys. Her brother had never been able to take criticism well, which was part of the reason why he’d been so successful in the military and then later when he’d started his own private contracting firm. He was a take-charge kind of guy, even when what he was in charge of was something completely unfamiliar.

      “I’m just glad Bren came over before something happened.”

      Jax shot her an impatient glare, but before he could say a word, Bren interjected with, “You ready to learn how to ride?”

      Her son’s enthusiastic “Yes!” startled not just her but the horse, too, the animal lifting its head, eyes wide.

      “Okay, so that’s lesson number one.” Bren tossed her son a smile, one that made her insides do something strange, and that reminded her of the way Paul used to look at him...before. “Don’t yell around horses.”

      Okay, don’t think about Paul.

      She inhaled sharply, her emotions too close to the surface. “Thank Bren for teaching you to saddle up a horse.”

      “Thank you, Bren,” her brother said in a singsong voice that made her want to elbow him in the side. Her son glanced back at his uncle and smiled.

      “Thanks,” Kyle said. “Although I really wish I was riding a steer.”

      “In time.” Bren patted her son on the head and that made her go all mushy all over again. Goodness, what was wrong with her? It’d been four years since Paul’s death. Four long years of waking up in the middle of the night, scared to death. Of waiting for him to call, only to realize he never would again. Of hearing a car pull up and going tense inside and then recognizing that it wasn’t Paul and that he wasn’t coming home and feeling such a rush of relief coupled with guilt and horror that she could feel that way. Lord, how she wished she could get over that. She’d been hoping the move would help. It hadn’t.

      She felt her brother’s gaze on her. The two of them had gotten close since her husband’s death, probably in part because Paul used to work for her brother. She had a feeling Jax knew everything about her and Paul. All of it, which explained his insistence that she move in with him.

      “Do you know how to lead a horse?” she heard Bren ask, the man so much like Paul and yet so different. Or maybe not. They all started out nice at first. History was littered with the bodies of women who’d been suckered in by a sweet smile and a bouquet of roses.

      “Sure,” her son said confidently, taking the reins from Bren’s hands and tugging the horse forward.

      “No, not like that,” he said as the horse planted its feet, neck stretched out in response to her son pulling on the reins. “You need to get back by his head. Walk alongside of him. Ask him nicely to follow you with your hands.”

      But Bren had more patience than Paul ever had. He smiled at her son, and if she were honest, she could admit she liked the smile. It seemed filled with kindness and a genuine desire to help.

      “Maybe I should be in on all this training,” she heard her brother mutter.

      “Maybe you should,” Bren echoed.

      “You should take lessons, too,” her brother said to her.

      “What?”

      Bren must have heard Jax, because he’d paused, and she could feel his gaze on her and it made her want to turn away, to face her brother and place her hands on her hips and demand, What were you thinking?

      “You need to learn how to handle horses,” he said with a smile.

      “Why would I need to learn that?”

      “You totally should, Mom,” Kyle said. “That way you could help out around here.”

      Her brother’s smile grew. “Exactly.”

      She shot her sibling a glare because her brother knew how she felt about horses. They were too big. Too...smelly. Too...scary.

      “No, thank you. I have enough to do, what with school and finding a job and raising a son. Or have you forgotten that I’ve got one more semester before I graduate as a registered nurse? I plan to work for a hospital, not a horse hotel.”

      “It’s a therapeutic ranch,” Jax corrected.

      “And it’s a beauty, but I’m not taking horse lessons.”

      “What if there’s a fire?” They all turned toward Bren. “Or a natural disaster,” he added. “What if you’re needed in the barn for some reason?”

      She let out a breath she hadn’t even known she’d been holding. He had changed. Or something in his eyes had changed. He no longer stared at her like a dog would a porcupine. Instead he stared at her in a way that made her skin flush. As if he had tried to pry open her head and see inside.

      “The odds of me ever getting near a horse are slim to nil.”

      “You don’t like them?” Bren asked.

      “I much prefer dogs.”

      His СКАЧАТЬ