Falling For The Rebel Cowboy. Allison Collins B.
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Название: Falling For The Rebel Cowboy
Автор: Allison Collins B.
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Вестерны
isbn: 9781474084765
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“I was always good with mechanics. Better than learning anything in school,” he muttered almost under his breath, but she heard him. “Damn thing stalled more than it ran. But it was mine, and it got me off the ranch. I still have it, even though I don’t ride it much anymore.”
She steeled herself, dreading the next part, hating to pry, but she had to. “The old lady also said you’d been in jail.”
His whole body went still, and his eyes narrowed. “This is why I hate coming to town,” he muttered. “That part is true.”
Adrenaline flooded her body, and she wanted to jump out of the truck. What had she been thinking yesterday, letting her boy spend the day with a complete stranger—who had a record!
“I’ll bet she didn’t tell you that I took the rap to keep my friend safe, did she?” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“No, she didn’t. Is that what happened?”
“My friends and I were out one night. Todd had gotten hold of some booze, so we were passing the bottle around, feeling pretty good. He did something stupid and the cops were called. If his dad had found out, he’d have beaten Todd again, real bad. So I took the rap and had to spend the night in jail. The charges were dropped the next morning because someone saw what really happened and stepped forward.”
He glanced over at her, a vein jumping in his temple. She could tell how much it bothered him to talk about this. She set a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. I had to ask because of my son.”
“I’d never hurt a kid,” he ground out, yanking his arm from beneath her touch. “And I don’t appreciate anyone thinking I would.”
Francine held John Allen’s hand as they walked toward the barbecue dinner set up outside the main lodge. The night sky was full of stars twinkling like diamonds. A perfectly beautiful sight to end a not-so-perfect day.
Her mind immediately flashed to Wyatt, and she gave a brief shake of her head. She’d had a good time with him this morning. It was the first time in a while she’d spent time with a man she didn’t work with, one who didn’t want to use her for something else—like her ex. The weasel had only married her to gain a position at her dad’s company and, apparently, to control her finances. After the divorce, Frankie had a tough time getting Robert to call John Allen or even write a birthday card.
Maybe that was why Wyatt was such a surprise. He wasn’t who she’d thought he was originally—and she liked him. Finding out about that jail stint was a shock, but she liked him more, knowing he’d done it to protect a friend.
It made him more attractive, if that was even possible.
But the drive home had been very tense. She knew she’d upset him with her questions, and she’d tried to apologize once more, but he’d brushed her off. He’d been so quiet the rest of the way back that by the time he pulled up to the lodge, she’d worried he might not stop the truck completely. But he’d been a gentleman and opened her door for her, got her packages out of the back. Then he’d sped off with Sadie, practically leaving a trail of dust behind him.
She spotted him across the patio now, talking to a small group of men. Worn denim cupped his butt, contoured to his thigh muscles. His arms were folded across his chest, biceps bulging. She appreciated the view, just like she would any other man who filled out his clothes well—at least, that was what she told herself.
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