Cowboy's Vow To Protect. Carla Cassidy
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Название: Cowboy's Vow To Protect
Автор: Carla Cassidy
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Cowboys of Holiday Ranch
isbn: 9780008904975
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“I... I don’t know. I’ll figure something out.”
Flint took a couple of steps back from her and she walked out of her little hidey-hole with the suitcase in her hand. She was clad in a long blue, sleeveless dress that was wrinkled and damp with perspiration.
“How long have you been in here?” he asked, appalled as he thought of the hot nights and even hotter days.
“Just since last night. My car broke down and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to stay in the car so this was the closest place to walk to. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother anyone. I just need some time to get the car fixed.” She started for the barn door.
Flint watched her go, but before she could get all the way to the door he stopped her by calling her name. She turned to look at him. A simmering fear shone from her eyes.
“I have a place you can stay,” he said. “It’s a cabin in the woods about fifteen miles from here.” He couldn’t let her...he couldn’t let any woman walk out of here with no place to go on such a miserably hot day, especially since he had a place to offer her.
“A...a cabin in the woods?”
He nodded. “Nobody is staying in it right now.”
“Who knows about it?”
The question surprised him. “Just a couple of the cowboys here on the ranch. Why?”
“I don’t want anyone to find me.” Her eyes once again welled up with tears. “I don’t want anyone from town to know where I am.”
“Nobody will know you’re there,” he assured her.
“Then, yes, please. I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness, but if I could just stay there for a day or two until I can sort out my car issues, I’d really appreciate it.”
“Then let’s get you out of this hot barn. I’ll go and get my truck and I’ll pull it up to the door. I’ll see you in a couple of minutes.”
He left the barn and headed for the vehicle shed in the distance. Thoughts whirled around in his head at a dizzying speed. Why was she hiding out? What had happened to her? It was obvious she was afraid of something or somebody.
Was it possible she had embezzled money from the grocery store and was making her getaway when her car had died? Was she a criminal or a victim of something?
And more important, what was he getting himself involved in by offering her the use of his cabin?
Madison sat in the passenger seat and shot a surreptitious glance to the man who was driving. Around his brown cowboy hat, his shaggy blond hair shone in the sunshine drifting in through the window. He had a strong jawline and a slightly crooked nose and yet that didn’t detract from his rugged handsomeness.
Flint McCay. She didn’t know much about him, although her heart had certainly fluttered a bit whenever she’d check him out at the grocery store.
He was definitely something of a legend around these parts. He was a champion bull-rider who had successfully ridden some of the biggest and meanest bulls in the rodeos. She also knew he was well liked around town.
She’d never heard anything bad about him, but she knew that didn’t mean anything. A man could wear a wonderful facade that drew people to him, but that same man could turn into a horrible monster when there was nobody else around.
Right now she hoped Flint was her savior. She hoped he really was taking her to a cabin in the woods where she could cool off and take a moment to breathe...to think. And she needed to think to figure out how she was going to get out of town as quickly as possible.
“Are you going to tell me what’s really going on?” Flint’s question broke the silence of the ride.
“There’s nothing going on,” she lied. “I had just decided to move away from Bitterroot and in the process my car broke down.”
He cast her a quick glance, his green eyes filled with skepticism. “If it’s as simple as that, then why are you so worried about people knowing where you are?”
“I just don’t want anyone trying to change my mind about the move.” She knew he didn’t believe her. She’d said too much initially when he’d stumbled upon her in the hay and she’d never told so many lies in her life. But the reason she desperately needed to escape Bitterroot was something she’d never speak about aloud. Even if she did, nobody would ever believe her.
As they left the town of Bitterroot behind, a shiver raced through her. She clutched the seat belt fastener with one hand, just in case she had to bail out. Maybe she’d been foolish to trust Flint. Just because he had been pleasant when she’d seen him in the grocery store didn’t mean he was really a good guy.
“Relax,” he said as if he’d heard her thoughts. “Maddy, I’m not a threat to you. I’m trying to help you.”
“And I really, really appreciate it,” she replied. It comforted her somewhat that he was a Holiday Ranch cowboy. All the men who had been raised by big Cass Holiday had a reputation for being good, solid men.
Once again they both fell silent. After they had driven a ways, he made a right turn onto a dirt, tree-lined road. They traveled that road for about five minutes and then he made a left turn onto another narrow road where trees encroached on either side. After several more minutes he made a right turn onto a narrow road that was more of a trail than a real road.
Trees, casting dark shadows, crowded in and swallowed up the sunshine. The truck bounced over ruts in the road and a rabbit ran in front of them, successfully making it to the other side of their path.
They were definitely in the middle of nowhere now. For all she knew they could be in another state...another country. If he dropped her off by the side of the road right now she wasn’t sure she’d know how to get back to town.
Tension tightened her shoulders and knotted her stomach. What was she doing? Was he really taking her to a cabin? Or had she run away from the devil only to wind up in a different hell?
Then they broke through to a small clearing where a cabin sat nestled among the trees. It looked like something out of a fairy tale. A tiny sigh of relief fluttered through her. At least he hadn’t lied to her about there being a cabin.
It was a wooden structure with a big window in the front. A stone chimney rose up from the roof, promising warmth on a cold and wintry night. Although the last thing she needed to worry about right now was winter weather. She just hoped it was cooler inside the cabin than it had been in the barn.
He pulled up in front and they got out of the truck. He grabbed her suitcase from the back and then together they walked to the front door.
“What is this place?” she asked. Why would Flint have a cabin in the woods when he worked for and lived at the Holiday Ranch?
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