Bad News Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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СКАЧАТЬ hesitated before asking the next question. But she did need to know. “How many of us will there be?”

      Connor screwed up his face, clearly doing mental math. “Six counting you.”

      So that meant everyone was coming. Which wasn’t all that remarkable. It was more common than not. Considering that, her stomach should not have felt the way it did when she took an extra-sharp barrel turn while riding Roo.

      “I might bring fish and chips from The Crab Shanty.”

      “You don’t have to do that. It’s expensive. And greasy.” He paused for a moment. “You realize that expensive was the negative and greasy was the positive.”

      She waved a hand. “I’m sick of pizza. I’ll spend my money however I damn well please. Anyway, I still have some cash from my last win.” The purse for the last amateur barrel racing event she’d won hadn’t been very big, but it had been enough to continue giving her the luxury of working part-time at the Farm and Garden while she kept honing her skills.

      It was too expensive to jump into the professional circuit without the ability to back it up.

      “Fine. Spend your money on seafood. In which case, I’ll take the lobster, thanks.”

      “Liss isn’t the only one who might stuff things in places, Connor. I’d watch it.”

      He reached out and mussed her hair, like she was a damn toddler. Or a puppy.

      “Watch it, asshole,” she grumbled.

      “Sorry, did I break one of the eggs in that bird’s nest of yours?”

      She scowled. “I hope your wife punches you in the face.”

      “That isn’t a far-fetched hope.”

      “Excellent,” she said, knowing she sounded bloodthirsty. She felt a little bloodthirsty.

      “I hope you don’t plan on treating your customers the same way you treat me.”

      “No, I perk up for actual people.”

      “I don’t really care how evil your mood is if you bring food. And money to lose.”

      “Shut it, Garrett. You know you aren’t going to get any of my money.”

      Connor’s smile turned rueful. “No. Because Jack is going to end up with everyone’s money.”

      The outright mention of Jack’s name made her skin feel prickly. “Well, that’s true,” she said. “I don’t know why you invite him.”

      Connor looked mystified. “I don’t think anyone does. He just shows up.”

      “Ha. Ha.” Kate scuffed her boot through the dirt, leaving a line behind.

      “I have to get a move on,” he said. “These cows won’t castrate themselves.”

      “Damn lazy beasts. Also—” Kate held her hands up and wiggled her fingers “—no thumbs.”

      “Right. It’s thankless work. It’s also the only magic trick I know.”

      She narrowed her eyes. “Magic trick?”

      “I’m off to go change bulls into steers. With the help of my lovely assistant, Eli.”

      She snorted. “Yeah, well, enjoy that. I’m going to give thanks that I’m not on ranch duty today.”

      “See you tonight.” And with that, he turned and walked out the alley doors.

      Kate grabbed her brush out of the bucket, then tossed the pick back in. She straightened and ran the bristles quickly over Roo’s hair before taking the end of the lead rope and guiding her into her stall.

      She unhooked the rope and patted Roo on the nose before scratching the white star on her forehead. “See you later,” she said, unable to resist dropping a kiss on the horse’s nose.

      A day that started with a ride and ended with a poker game surrounded by her family could only be a good day.

      And the presence of Jack Monaghan didn’t matter at all.

      * * *

      IT WAS A strange thing knowing that whenever a random expense came up, he had the means to handle it. After spending most of his childhood in poverty, Jack Monaghan was still getting used to having money. Not just in his pocket but in his bank account. In stocks and bonds. He even had a savings account and some set aside for retirement.

      If someone looked at his finances, they might think he was responsible. Stable. Because on paper, he looked good. A person might be tempted to draw the conclusion that Jack was a steady, staid family man.

      Yeah, that motherfucker would be wrong.

      But Jack didn’t care either way. Because today his tractor was broken, and he was headed over to the Farm and Garden to get a replacement part and he didn’t have to beg anyone for a loan.

      He killed the engine on his F-150 and got out of the truck, walked to the front door of the store and pushed it open. The little bell that was strung overhead signaled his arrival and a dark head popped up from behind the counter.

      “Hey there, Katie,” he said making his way across the store.

      The youngest Garrett narrowed her brown eyes, her glare as penetrating as a rifle bullet. “What are you doing here, Monaghan?”

      “I’m a paying customer, twerp.”

      “Did you just call me a twerp? Because I have the right to refuse service to anyone.” She flipped her braid over her shoulder, her expression remaining fierce.

      “Yeah, that would go over real well with your boss. Especially since I’m here to drop decent money on a freaking carburetor.”

      “We’re probably gonna have to order it. You could always go to Tolowa and pick it up at one of the bigger stores.”

      “I’d rather get it here. Keep my business in Copper Ridge.”

      The corner of her lips turned up in a bad approximation of a smile. “That’s appreciated.”

      “It’s okay, Katie. I know you don’t appreciate much about me.”

      “If you called me something other than Katie, I might.”

      “I just called you twerp and you didn’t seem to appreciate that, either.”

      “Maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass and realized I was a grown-up and not a child, we wouldn’t have so many problems.” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts—which he knew she had; he wasn’t blind—and cocked her hip to the side.

      “We don’t have problems. You have problems. I am fine.” He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket that had all of the relevant make and model information for his tractor. “Well, except for a carburetor problem.” СКАЧАТЬ