The Cowboy Next Door. Marin Thomas

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      Chapter Three

      “Your sister’s worried about you. You’ve been MIA for over twenty-four hours.”

      The last thing Johnny wanted to do was confess his whereabouts the previous night to his brother-in-law. The memories of his rendezvous with Shannon churned his stomach after spending most of today at the Triple D with her father. Talk about uncomfortable—he hadn’t even been able to look his boss in the eye when asked if he’d watched Shannon ride at the Gila Bend rodeo.

      “’Bout time Dixie worried a little.” Johnny climbed the farmhouse steps and strolled to the opposite end of the porch where Gavin Tucker sat on the swing. Leaning a hip against the rail he said, “Now she knows what I went through all those years keeping track of her.”

      “Must be tough being the eldest,” Gavin said.

      “At least you took one of my siblings off my hands.” From an early age Johnny had felt a sense of responsibility for his siblings. He recalled a middle school psychologist once telling him that he should start acting like a brother instead of father. He’d thought the woman was nuts, but he’d never forgotten that conversation and at times wondered if his need to protect and guide others was rooted in a suppressed desire for his own father to show interest in him.

      “You look tired.” Johnny guessed nightmares were robbing the former soldier of sleep. Dixie had told him that her husband had been diagnosed with PTSD after he’d served in Afghanistan, and a few mornings when Johnny had left the bunkhouse before dawn he’d found Gavin asleep on the porch swing.

      “Did Dixie tell you Shannon Douglas’s father offered me the foreman’s job at the Triple D?”

      “She did. Congratulations. When do you start?”

      “Not until the end of the month. I was over there today helping Clive train a cutting horse.”

      “Are you quitting the rodeo circuit?”

      “I’m cutting back on events until I get a handle on running the Triple D.”

      The squeak of the screen door interrupted the men and Dixie stepped onto the porch. She smiled at Johnny. “I thought I heard your voice.” She joined her husband on the swing, curling up against his side. “Did you see Shannon yesterday?”

      He wished he could blame his serious lapse of judgment last night on Dixie’s insistence he check up on Shannon at the rodeo. But he was a big boy, and no one had forced him to follow the lady bull rider into her motel room.

      “Shannon didn’t make it to eight on her bull but she’s fine.” Uncomfortable with the conversation he pushed away from the railing. “I’ve got a few phone calls to make.”

      “Wait. The other day you never said whether or not Charlene was moving into the foreman’s cabin with you.”

      He might as well get this over with. “Charlene and I broke up.”

      Dixie gasped. “What happened? You two have been together forever.”

      Gavin kissed the top of Dixie’s head. “Think I’ll grab a bite to eat.” He disappeared inside the house.

      “You’re not leaving until you tell me what happened.” Dixie patted the empty spot next to her.

      When had his baby sister become so bossy? He sat down. “This feels weird—you listening to my problems.” In the past, he played the role of Dear Abby.

      “I’m sorry about Charlene.” Dixie hugged him.

      Through the years Johnny had been the hugger, consoling his siblings when their grandparents had been busy with the farm or their mother had been out of town chasing the next love of her life. Johnny had grown to resent his mother for putting her own wants and needs before her children’s and when Aimee Cash had passed away the day before his eighteenth birthday, he hadn’t shed a tear. How could he cry for someone he’d barely spent any time with?

      “Why did you two break up?” Dixie asked.

      He repeated his standard line—because it sounded good. “Charlene and I have been growing apart for a while.”

      “It’s my fault.”

      “How’s that?”

      “You were worried about me when I got pregnant last summer, then I miscarried and I was such a mess that you wouldn’t leave me alone for a minute.”

      “It wasn’t your fault, Dix. I ignored the writing on the wall.” And Shannon had been his wake-up call.

      “What do you mean?”

      “You put years into a relationship, then one day you look at the other person and wonder what you have in common.” And when there’s no zip, zap or zing left in the kisses, it’s time to say goodbye.

      “How’s Charlene taking it?”

      Pretty damn well. “She’ll be fine.”

      “And you?”

      Shannon’s face popped into Johnny’s mind. What would Dixie say if he told her that he had the hots for her best friend? “I’ll be too busy at the Triple D to mope.”

      “Are you sure you want to move into the foreman’s cabin? It’s not that far of a drive between the farm and the ranch.”

      “I’ll be back to visit, especially if Gavin’s cooking chili for supper.”

      “Who’s going to run herd over the rest of our brothers?”

      “It’s your turn to keep everyone in line, Dix.”

      “Gee, thanks.”

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