Roping Her Christmas Cowboy. Rebecca Winters

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СКАЧАТЬ guessed he hadn’t had time yet to answer her text. Technically it was Toly Clayton’s rig. They’d lived out of it while doing the circuit this last year. He was the youngest son on the renowned Clayton Cattle Ranch located at the base of the Sapphire Mountains outside Stevensville.

      “I’m glad they got there safely.”

      “Their horses are stalled right by yours. It’s a good thing you guys made reservations last January. The place is full up.”

      “We knew it would be.”

      “I’ve already spread several bags of soft shavings in all three stalls. Andy filled the buckets with water and is measuring their intake. When the vet comes around tomorrow, he’ll want to check them.”

      “There’s nothing you haven’t thought of. Thanks, Santos. I couldn’t do any of this without you guys.” She got to her feet. “I’ll freshen up here, then be over.”

      “In that case, I’ll saddle Duchess and put a soft bit on her.”

      “Terrific. See you soon.”

      Nikki hung up, realizing she’d be running into the drop-dead gorgeous Toly Clayton before long. Knowing how he felt about her, it was the last thing she wanted, but being around him was inevitable.

      After a year of seeing him coming and going, both on the circuit and at the ranch, she’d thought they were all good friends. But just the thought of him now cut her to the quick.

      The other night, on the way to her bedroom after coming home from the Ford dealership, she’d passed by the den, surprised anyone was still up. Toly’s words had drifted through the crack in the door.

      The last thing you ever want to do is get hung up on one of those rodeo beauty queen types. They’re in love with their own image and probably have been all their lives. The dude who’s hooked and can’t see through it is doomed to be an afterthought, if that.

      Stung by words she would never forget, Nikki had run down the hallway to her bedroom so they wouldn’t know she’d been in hearing distance. She’d lost sleep that night wondering what that conversation had all been about. But she’d had enough time since Friday to believe that what Toly had said was probably his general opinion of rodeo queens.

      In this business he’d met and dated any number of them over the years. After apparently finding all of them wanting since he was still single, it might explain why he’d never tried to get to know Nikki better.

      She’d known pain when she and Ted Bayliss realized their relationship couldn’t go anywhere. He was a big advertising executive from Laguna Beach, California, who’d asked her to marry him. But he wanted her to move there where they would lead a different lifestyle with his friends that had nothing to do with horses. As he’d said, she could always go back to her ranch on vacations and ride her horses with Mills.

      When she told him about the elaborate plans she and Mills had talked about once they’d both retired from the rodeo, Ted recognized that marriage wouldn’t have worked for them no matter how attracted they’d been to each other. He had a business rooted in Southern California he couldn’t leave. It would mean Nikki would have to uproot herself, something she couldn’t do. At that point they stopped seeing each other.

      For a time it was hard to accept that there could be no future for them, but she’d finally gotten over it. That’s why it surprised her how much she was still hurting over Toly’s comments to her brother. It didn’t make sense. She’d never been on a date with him or spent hours of time alone in his company, let alone had a relationship with him like she’d had with Ted.

      She would love to get into a discussion with Mills about how he felt over his friend’s blanket repudiation of women like Nikki who’d been steeped in the rodeo world all their lives.

      But in order to bring up the subject with her brother, she would have to admit that she’d overheard the two men talking. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. After a few seconds she’d fled the scene, but her good intentions didn’t matter because Mills would have seen it as an intrusion on his privacy.

      After mulling it all over, Nikki wasn’t sorry it had happened. What she’d learned had removed the blinders. Toly might be Montana’s favorite rodeo champion and a bona fide heartthrob, but his insensitive remarks had ensured she would never be one of his worshippers. She didn’t care how many gold buckles he’d garnered, or the fame he’d won before he’d ever asked her brother to team rope with him.

      Too bad Toly had been her brother’s idol for years. The fact that he’d chosen Mills to be his team roping partner for the current year had been a dream come true for him. Though Nikki had every desire to see them win the national finals championship, she would avoid Toly as much as possible.

      Nikki wished the side-by-side reservations for their rigs hadn’t been made eleven months ago. She couldn’t do anything about that. But fortunately she’d be staying at the hotel and not in her rig where she usually slept. The rest of the time she’d be putting her horses through the paces at the park, keeping her distance.

      In ten days’ time Toly Clayton would be long gone and she’d never have to see the Sapphire Cowboy again. According to Mills, that was the nickname Toly had been given by a journalist at the Billings Gazette years ago when he’d performed as Montana’s champion tie-down roper. She’d seen pictures on the billboards driving in from the airport that featured the Sapphire Cowboy on several of them.

      Somehow, some way, she had to put him out of her mind. The fact that she was having such difficulty had to mean that on some subconscious level she’d thought a lot more about him than she would have admitted.

      Clearly the negative indictment of rodeo queens had been the last thing she would ever have expected to hear on the eve of her hoping to win the national barrel racing championship. That’s what you got for listening to something you shouldn’t have. It’s your own fault, Nikki. Learn from it.

      On that note Nikki finished the diet soda she’d grabbed from the minifridge and changed into well-worn jeans and a white, long-sleeved cotton pullover. Once she’d stashed her riding gloves in her tote bag along with a bag of peanuts for herself, she put on her white cowboy hat and left the room to get her rental car.

      After she’d picked up the Honda Civic held for her, she left the hotel and headed to the RV equestrian park on Flamingo Road. Las Vegas was packed year-round, but during the pro rodeo finals, the traffic was beastly and it could be a nightmare if you hadn’t made reservations for everything months ahead of time.

      She found the park and wound her way through to their black-and-gold rig parked near one of the barns. The long white Clayton rig lined up on one side of it had always been Toly’s hotel. When she’d first met him, she’d heard him say he was allergic to hotels.

      Nikki pulled behind the Dobson rig and got out. So far she didn’t see anyone around. Good! She walked around the side and unlocked the door to the trailer section. Before she visited her horses, she needed to load up on some treats for them. They’d been separated three days and needed her love and attention in order to perform at their peak.

      A few minutes later with her pockets stuffed with goodies, she walked the short distance to the barn where her horses had been stalled. She greeted Bombshell and Sassy with treats. Tomorrow her three horses would be moved to the stalls at the Thomas and Mack Center for some practice runs.

      “There’s my Duchess,” she crooned to her red roan quarter horse СКАЧАТЬ