Falling For The Cowgirl. Tina Radcliffe

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       Chapter Two

      Travis slammed through the bunkhouse and stood at the foot of Rusty’s bed. He jerked back slightly at the pungent odor that rose up to greet him. The place smelled like dirty socks and leftover pizza.

      The linens had been pulled and sat in a pile on the floor. There was nothing to indicate whether or not Rusty had slept there last night or why he hadn’t bothered to show up for work today.

      Dutch was gone for the weekend, so he’d get no help there. He pulled out his cell and once again punch-dialed Rusty’s number, with no results.

      “Way to make me look good in front of my new assistant foreman, pal,” Travis muttered. He pushed through the back door and got back in the Ute.

      “Do I smell funny?” he asked AJ.

      “Excuse me?”

      “That place looked and smelled worse than a locker room. Just want to make sure it didn’t follow me.”

      She leaned close and gave a wary sniff. When she did, the scent of chocolate tickled his nose.

      “You smell like chocolate.”

      AJ’s eyes widened and she scooted away from him. “I thought this was about you,” she said.

      “It is. That was just an observation.”

      “You’re fine,” AJ murmured.

      “Good.” He shoved the keys in the ignition, annoyed that his mouth had taken off before his good sense realized what he was doing.

      “Cocoa butter,” AJ murmured.

      Travis’s ears perked as he tried to catch her words. “What?”

      “It’s cocoa butter. You know. Cream.” Though she turned away, he glimpsed the pink of embarrassment that touched her face.

      “Ah, yeah. Right.” Travis put the Ute in gear while silently blaming Rusty for everything and anything, including the awkward exchange with his assistant foreman.

      “I take it he wasn’t there?” AJ asked.

      “No. Maybe we passed him. Let’s double back around and check the stables.”

      Travis did a visual sweep of the stalls as AJ followed. A light was on in the office of the equestrian center manager. Though Travis rapped his knuckles on the glass, Tripp was not fazed. He took his good old time lifting his gaze from the laptop in front of him to acknowledge Travis’s presence before waving him into the office.

      “Hey, Tripp, do you—”

      “Nope.” Tripp returned his attention back on the screen.

      “What do you mean ‘nope’? You don’t even know what the question is.”

      “Rusty.”

      Travis shook his head. “No pick-up from his cell. I’ve checked every hidey-hole on this ranch. If he’s not dead or near dead, he’s going to wish he was.”

      Tripp shook his head. “You shouldn’t have hired him.”

      “Talking to Lucy, huh?”

      “Saw that one coming all by myself.”

      “Great. By the way, this is the new assistant foreman.” He nodded in AJ’s direction. “AJ Rowe, meet Tripp Walker.”

      Tripp slowly unfolded his lanky frame and got to his feet. The man stood at least six-five and carried a scar down the left side of his face.

      “Pleased to meet you, ma’am,” Tripp said.

      “I, uh, thank you,” AJ murmured.

      “She’ll need a horse,” Travis said.

      A slight nod was the only indication that the stable manager had heard the request. He looked to AJ. “Ace okay?”

      “Yes. Absolutely.”

      He nodded again.

      “Thank you.”

      “We’re going to head over to the girls’ ranch. Can you find someone to untack our horses?” Travis asked.

      “Yep.”

      “Thanks,” Travis said. He cocked his head and AJ followed him out of the stables.

      “Quiet, isn’t he?”

      “They call him the horse whisperer.”

      “What happened to his...? The scar?”

      “Doesn’t talk about that, or much of anything.”

      As they headed back to the Ute, Lucy appeared from around the corner. He recognized the fire in his sister’s eyes and the determination in her stride.

      This couldn’t be good.

      “Good morning, AJ,” Lucy said with a smile that didn’t include him. “Great to have you with us.”

      “Thanks, Lucy.”

      “What are you doing here on a Saturday?” Travis asked.

      “My kids have riding lessons.” Again she directed her conversation to AJ. Finally she turned to him. “We need to talk.”

      “Whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of my right-hand man—er, woman.”

      “Fine. I just received a phone call from the esteemed police chief of Timber.”

      “Aw, that’s nothing. In fact, it’s СКАЧАТЬ