The Cowboy Meets His Match. Leann Harris

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СКАЧАТЬ her. “Well, it’s geared to do that.”

      “Let’s see if the sleek outside matches what’s inside.” She looked down at the presentation.

      If he didn’t miss his guess, it would take a lot to win over this woman. He didn’t mind competing with others for a job, but he would’ve liked to have known there was a hometown applicant in the running against him.

      He studied her while she read his plan. The lady’s long dark hair hung as a single thick braid down her back. If he didn’t miss his guess, she had Native American blood flowing through her veins, but with a name like Delong, he wondered. She must be five foot seven or eight, since she stood just at the right height for him to kiss her with ease. The thought startled him and he must’ve made some sound.

      “What?” she demanded.

      He waved away the question. “Nothing.”

      She went back to reading.

      Kissing her? That crazy thought had to be fallout from the wild morning he’d had, combined with his brother’s recent marriage. Caleb’s main focus now would be his wife, and the new baby they were expecting. But it left Sawyer feeling at loose ends. The brothers had depended on each other to survive their teen years. Well, they weren’t teenagers anymore, but Sawyer felt a certain part of himself missing.

      “I know you haven’t had time to completely look over my proposal,” he blurted out, “but did you have any follow-up questions to the presentation I made? Is there anything you might not have been comfortable asking in the presence of the others that I can answer now?”

      The instant the last word fell out of his mouth, he knew he’d stepped in it. The fire in her eyes blazed. “I didn’t mean—”

      “Understand, Mr. Jensen, I don’t suffer from shyness. I know my mind and will speak it. But I don’t go off half-cocked, either. I’ll know what I’m talking about when I open my mouth.” She leaned in. “There’s an old saying about keeping your powder dry until ready to fire. That’s me.”

      He wanted to smile but resisted the urge. He knew better than to throw gas on a fire, but her strong spirit attracted him like metal filings to a magnet. “Good to know.”

      He had to admire her reaction. She didn’t go ballistic, cry or stomp out of the meeting room like his last girlfriend would’ve or his mother. It looked as if she would give him a fair hearing. The thought surprised him. He sat back. Glancing over at the wall, he saw her picture again. “When did you win your ribbon?” he said, diverting his thoughts.

      She glanced up. He nodded to her picture.

      “Oh, that ribbon—high school.”

      Meaning she’d won a lot more. “Lulu helped sponsor me that year at the state fair. Since she helped, and raised money for me, I thought she should get the ribbon.”

      “I understand. My winnings helped put me through college. I competed in the summer and between semesters to earn enough money for school.”

      “Really?”

      “I do know my way around a lasso.”

      With a thawing of her coolness, she leaned forward.

      He thought he caught a hint of respect. “I’m not just some college-educated busybody who thinks he knows how to solve the world’s problems. My brother and I have been rodeoing since we were both teens.” He rested his hand on the table. “I’ve lived it. The last time I worked and competed was last June in the little town of Peaster, Texas.”

      Her eyes widened in an ‘aha’ moment. “You were at the charity rodeo?”

      “I was. I worked in tandem with my brother, riding pickup.”

      “I was there, too, competing in barrel racing. Talked with the organizer, Brenda Kaye, about how she put together the rodeo, hoping to pick up some ideas on how to save our rodeo.”

      “Brenda did a great job. When my brother confessed he wanted to marry her, I cheered.”

      “She’s your sister-in-law?”

      “She is, and getting her degree in counseling. She’s an Iraqi war veteran and wants to help fellow vets.”

      Erin’s expression softened, making him feel less like the monster who’d stomped her dreams.

      The waitress showed up with a burger. “Here you go, Erin.” The teenage girl placed the plate on the table. “Yours will be out in a minute, sir.”

      “If my burger is as good as this one smells, I can’t wait.” He grinned at her. “And my name’s Sawyer. Sir makes me feel old.”

      She nodded. “I’m Rose. Mom cooks the best burgers in this part of New Mexico. Really, she’s the best cook hands down.” A ding of “order up” sounded and the girl disappeared.

      Erin grabbed a French fry and popped it into her mouth as she continued to study his proposal.

      The waitress appeared again with his burger. “Here you go, Sawyer. Enjoy.”

      “Are you still doing the work/study program in high school?” Erin asked Rose.

      “Yup, and I have a ton of ideas I want Mom to try.” She walked back to the kitchen with a little spring in her step.

      Erin bowed her head, silently asking a blessing.

      Sawyer liked that and joined her. When he looked up, she studied him.

      He didn’t say anything, but picked up the hamburger and took a bite. The flavors of chili and meat danced on his tongue. “You weren’t kidding.”

      “Sawyer, I’m known for a lot of things, but being funny isn’t one of them.”

      “So you don’t laugh?” He took another bite of his burger. He felt some chili slide down his chin.

      “How’s the burger?” A rawboned woman stood at the end of the table. From her posture, the woman knew her way around the restaurant and wasn’t afraid of hard work. She smiled when she saw the chili on his chin. “Ah, I see you’re enjoying my special burger.”

      Wiping his chin, he nodded to Erin. “She wasn’t fooling when she said this burger is the best.”

      The woman blushed. “Thank you. Our Erin is a treasure. Anyone who has a problem talks to her for ideas and advice.”

      “You’re going to be seeing a lot of me in the next few weeks,” he said after swallowing.

      “Erin, did you acquire a new boyfriend that you didn’t tell us about?”

      Erin choked on her tea.

      “No. He’s not mine,” she shot back. “Ask Mel about him.”

      Lulu frowned. “You’re not making any sense.”

      Sawyer grabbed another napkin from the dispenser, wiped his hand and chin, then held out his hand to the woman. “I’m СКАЧАТЬ