The Cowboy Meets His Match. Leann Harris

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      “I’d love to, Mr. Jensen—”

      “Sawyer is my first name.”

      “—Sawyer, but I last ate at seven this morning before visiting my dad in the hospital. After consulting with his doctors and my mother, I drove here. With the delay on the road, I never got the opportunity to eat. I’m probably not good company right now.” Although it was only 1:40 p.m., food would help her thinking and dealing with this mess.

      The man flashed a killer smile at her. “I haven’t had anything, either, since breakfast in Amarillo, and I could use some sustenance, too. A full stomach helps me think and helps my attitude. Why don’t we go and get a burger and talk?”

      “So you think my attitude is bad?” she asked.

      At the tone of her voice, groans erupted from the men at the door.

      “No,” Sawyer answered evenly. “I was talking about myself. And when I’m hungry, I don’t listen well.”

      More groans.

      She nodded. “Understandable.”

      His eyes twinkled.

      Erin didn’t know whether to grin at his cheekiness or ignore him. “What’s there to talk about? You won.”

      “Well, with your late arrival, you didn’t get to hear my complete proposal and I wanted the opportunity to discuss some of my ideas with you. Since you put in a bid, I’d like to get your reaction.”

      Was he teasing her? Did he want to rub her nose in her failure? She searched his face for any sign of duplicity, but found nothing. She needed some time to process all this, but she wouldn’t let the board members see her disappointment. “I’m going next door to Lulu’s Burgers. If you want to join me, I won’t object.”

      The man didn’t take offense at her tone. “Give me a second to unplug my computer and projector and pack them up.”

      So the equipment was his. She’d wondered where the board had found money to buy such nice equipment. “I’ll be waiting next door.”

      She walked through the crowd of gawking faces clustered at the door, Mel’s being the most outraged. Too bad.

      * * *

      Well, he’d been in more awkward places than this, Sawyer thought, but not many. There’d been that time, in Nevada, when the man who’d hired him to turn around the Western Days Rodeo had his wife and sister barge into the meeting and start screaming at each other. The women hadn’t stopped screeching long enough for him to understand what the fight was about. Things quickly went physical, and the women threw anything they could get their hands on. Sawyer ducked a cowboy statue, but the owner wasn’t as lucky and was coldcocked by a glass paperweight thrown by his wife. Of course, as a turnaround specialist, Sawyer had been in his fair share of tense situations and been able to bring the warring sides together.

      Sawyer had seen the shock and sadness flash in Erin’s eyes before the protective shield came up to cover her emotions. His heart went out to her, or maybe it was just plain attraction that struck him like a fist to the chin. After his brother’s recent marriage, Sawyer realized how alone he was now, and a restlessness settled inside him. The brothers hadn’t really had a home since that little apartment behind the church in Plainview in the Texas Panhandle, but it hadn’t mattered because they’d been a team. Together against the world. But now?

      “You’re not going to have lunch with that woman, are you?” Melvin walked back into the room.

      Sawyer grabbed his laptop and the projector. “I am.”

      “Why?”

      “Because I’m hungry.”

      Melvin sputtered. “But you won.”

      Sawyer nodded toward the outside glass door. Melvin opened it. When Sawyer had arrived this morning, he’d driven to the rodeo board’s office, then followed Melvin to the new convention facility.

      “Winning makes a poor lunch, Mel, and when Erin mentioned food, my hunger hit me like a kick from the old mule my dad worked with. And since the place is right here, why not eat?”

      Melvin opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

      “Besides, I’d think you’d want me to see if I could win the woman over, get her on my side. It will make things operate smoothly. I don’t want any disruptions.”

      “Well, yes, but—”

      “I’m glad you agree. It will make things better later on.”

      Sawyer stored his equipment in the long steel toolbox that ran the width of the bed of his truck. Turning, he faced Melvin and waited for the rest of his comment.

      “Well?”

      Mel glared. “Don’t be surprised if she bites your ear off and spits it out.”

      “I’ll consider myself warned.”

      Mel gave a curt nod and strolled to his car.

      Sawyer’s curiosity about Erin was piqued as he walked to the restaurant. His competition for this job was certainly much better looking than the one for the last job. Of course, from all the panicked looks thrown at Erin when she’d walked into the room, and from the dire warning just issued, he’d have to be on guard. The lady wasn’t just a pretty face. But, as he thought about it, Sawyer couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d met Erin somewhere before. Where, he couldn’t say, but—

      When he opened the door to Lulu’s, the smell of burgers smacked him in the face, making his mouth water. Chrome-and-Formica tables à la 1950s vintage dotted the restaurant, with several booths by the windows. A jukebox sat close to the front door. Pictures from previous rodeos hung on the walls, along with ribbons from different 4-H projects. In the center of one wall was a large picture of Erin racing around a barrel, her long hair flying from beneath her cowgirl hat, her elbows out and her body low over the neck of the horse. A ribbon hung off the corner of the picture with a plaque below announcing State Champion. The picture impressed him. The lady knew her way around a rodeo, that was for sure, and he knew she’d have some ideas.

      In a booth by the windows sat Erin. As he approached the table, she pointed to the opposite wall. “If you want to eat, you have to order at the counter behind you.”

      She wasn’t going to make this easy, but, oddly enough, that didn’t put a damper on his spirit.

      He glanced over his shoulder. A large menu covered the wall behind the order counter. He turned back to her. “Recommend anything?”

      “Try Lulu’s chili burger.”

      He nodded and ordered the burger. When he joined her, he noticed that she had opened his proposal. Sliding onto the bench across from her, he asked, “What do you think?”

      “That you know how to put together a proposal.”

      “That’s it?”

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