The Cowboy Next Door. Marin Thomas

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      She motioned for Mr. Businessman to enter the apartment, then stepped onto the landing and shut the door. “I can explain.”

      “How long have you been seeing him?”

      “This is our second date.” She sighed. “I was going to tell you the next time I saw you, but we haven’t spoken in three weeks.”

      Had it been that long? “Don’t apologize.” His pride hurt that she’d moved on before they’d officially broken up, but in the grand scheme of things, he was relieved she was making this easy for him.

      “I’m sorry, Johnny. I should have told you I wasn’t happy.”

      She’d given off plenty of clues that her feelings for him had changed, but he’d been too distracted to notice.

      After he handed her the apartment key, she said, “Wait here.” She returned a few minutes later—hair mussed. Obviously the new guy wanted him to know he’d staked his claim on Charlene.

      She held out a cardboard box filled with his toiletries and personal items. “If you’d like, I can fetch the two necklaces and pair of earrings you bought me.”

      They’d been together seven years and that’s all he’d given her? “Those were gifts. I don’t want them back.” He shifted the box in his arms. “Good luck with—” He nodded to the door.

      “Sean. We met at work.” Charlene kissed his cheek. “You’ll always be special to me, Johnny.”

      “Take care,” he said.

      The apartment door closed and the scraping sound of the dead bolt ended their seven-year relationship.

      Johnny left the complex feeling as if an enormous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He’d had good times with Charlene and she’d been the first woman he’d fallen in love with, but happy-ever-after hadn’t been in the cards for them.

      Once he reached his truck, he decided he didn’t feel like being alone. He’d stop at a bar and properly mourn the end of his relationship with Charlene. She’d stuck it out with him for longer than most women would have, and the least he could do was drink a few beers and pretend she’d broken his heart.

      * * *

      SHANNON ENTERED THE WHISKEY River Saloon—not because she wanted a beer, but because she hoped to find C.J. in the midst of all the rowdy cowboys and buckle bunnies. She needed to talk sense into her partner before his actions jeopardized everything she’d worked so hard for.

      She hated the strain between her and C.J., but if he didn’t rein in his wild ways and pretend they were a couple in public, she’d lose her shot at a national title. Both her brothers and her father had won rodeo titles and she was determined to win one, too.

      If only she hadn’t fallen victim to C.J.’s charm when they’d first hit the road together, but she’d been no match for the womanizing cowboy and had stupidly believed he’d remain faithful to her after they made love. She’d learned her lesson the hard way when the very next day C.J. flirted with a rodeo groupie right in front of her. Whatever romantic feelings she once carried for him had died a quick death, which made acting like a lovesick couple all the more difficult.

      She really didn’t care if he slept with other women, as long as he kept his liaisons private. If fans believed their romance was a big lie, ticket sales might plummet, then Dynasty Boots would pull their sponsorship—and there went her shot at the title.

      “You here alone?”

      Shannon felt the whisper of a breath near her ear. She spun and came face-to-face with Johnny Cash. “I’ll buy you a beer,” he said.

      “I could use one, thanks.”

      “Comin’ right up.”

      Shannon watched Johnny saunter over to the bar, admiring the snug fit of his jeans. When he came back with their drinks, he motioned to a table on the other side of the dance floor. Once they were seated, she had trouble keeping her eyes off his face. Why had she never noticed how sexy his chiseled jaw was before now? “How’s Dixie?”

      “She and Gavin are trying for another baby.”

      Poor Dixie. She’d suffered a miscarriage last fall and although the pregnancy hadn’t been planned, she’d been devastated. “I hope everything goes well this time.”

      A stilted silence grew between them and Shannon squirmed in her chair. Since when had she ever had trouble talking to Johnny? “I’m sorry you had to witness the spat between C.J. and me.” She picked at the label on the beer bottle and made a pile of confetti on the table. When she chanced a glance at Johnny, he was grinning. “What?”

      “Like I said before, Rodriguez is a fool.” He saluted her with his beer, then took a swig.

      Shannon fought a smile. Johnny had always made her feel better when she’d been down in the dumps. “Speaking of relationships, are you still with Sherry...Cheryl—”

      “Charlene. We broke up.”

      “I’m sorry. Dixie never said anything.”

      “She doesn’t know yet.”

      “So your breakup with Charlene is fairly recent?”

      “You could say that, but we’ve been growing apart for a while.” He nodded to the crowded floor. “Care to dance?”

      “Sure.” Shannon wasn’t in any hurry to go to the motel room and sleep, only to be jarred awake in the middle of the night from the headboard banging against the wall in the room next to hers as C.J. and his latest buckle bunny went at it.

      Johnny held out his hand and she threaded her fingers through his, finding his callused grip comforting. He pulled her close and they swayed to the music, his six-foot-one frame towering over her five feet six inches. For as long as she’d known Johnny he’d made her feel safe.

      “Where does Mack’s band play?” she asked.

      “What?” Johnny bent his head, moving his ear close to her mouth.

      She caught a whiff of cologne and breathed deeply. “I asked where Mack and his band performed.” Someone nudged Shannon from behind and her mouth bumped Johnny’s cheek. A tingling sensation spread through her lips.

      He swung her away from the exuberant dance couple. “The Cowboy Rebels play the bars in Stagecoach.”

      Before Shannon replied, a voice from behind her spoke. “Thanks for leaving me stranded at the rodeo.”

      Her feet stopped moving and Johnny’s fingers tightened against her back as he swung her to face C.J.

      “I assumed one of your bunnies would give you a ride into Yuma,” she said.

      “You’ve got a lot of nerve complaining about me being with other women when you’re chasing after your own cowboys.” C.J. glared at Johnny.

      She pulled her hand free from Johnny’s and said, “Can you give us a minute?”

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