Her Last Chance Cowboy. Tina Radcliffe

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СКАЧАТЬ glanced from Grace to Hannah and nodded his approval. “Let me know if you need anything.” Tripp turned and headed to his office. “I’ve got to make a few calls.”

      Tripp settled into his desk chair and stared at his cell phone. He wrestled the merits of an idea brewing in the back of his mind and finally punched in the number.

      A moment later, the sound of boots pounding through the stables could be heard. Dutch Stevens planted himself outside Tripp’s office and knocked on the open door with his fist. The old cowboy pushed his ancient straw cowboy hat to the back of his head and stroked his gray mustache. “I need some help outside.”

      “Give me a minute.”

      “A minute? I don’t have a minute. I’ve got a mean horse you bought who’s trying to bust out of the trailer. What I need is another hand.”

      Though Tripp stood and kicked the office door closed with the toe of his boot, he could still hear Dutch griping through the glass as his cell connected.

      “Hello?” the raspy voice on the phone said into Tripp’s ear.

      “Slats, this is Walker over at Big Heart Ranch. I need a favor.”

      “Guess I owe you a few, don’t I?” Slats Milburn returned.

      “I need a discreet background check.”

      “I’m always discreet.”

      “Good to know.” He took a deep breath. “The name is Hannah Vincent.”

      Tripp swiveled his chair in time to see Hannah and Dutch talking outside Grace’s stall. His trouble radar began to sound when Hannah tossed her sweater onto a wall peg and followed Dutch outside.

      A moment later, a loud crash and bang of metal filled the stables, echoing over the noise of the riders and horses. Staff and children raced down the center aisle and poured into the sunlight to see what was going on.

      “I gotta go. I’ll text you the details.” Tripp dropped the phone on his desk and wove past people crowded in the stable doorway.

      Outside in the gravel parking area, Hannah Vincent lay on the ground with her posterior in a mud puddle while Dutch struggled to lead a rambunctious horse to the corral. Tripp stepped up to the horse, whose ears were snapped forward, his head up and the whites of his eyes bright as he whinnied in protest.

      “What happened?” Tripp demanded.

      Dutch grimaced. “Rowdy here kicked open the trailer same time I was opening the door. Horse exploded out of there. Door flew open and Miss Hannah went flying.”

      Hannah blinked and sat up. She shoved her dark hair from her eyes and brushed red dirt from her hands. “Sorry, I wasn’t much help, Dutch.”

      “Aw, not your fault.”

      Tripp moved to Hannah’s side, belatedly remembering that the woman was pregnant. When he did, it was a punch to his gut. “What were you thinking?” The words came out sharper than he intended.

      “I said I’m fine,” she answered.

      Tripp and Dutch stood over Hannah, each offering a hand and helping her to her feet.

      Dutch chuckled. “Never seen anyone go flying like that before.”

      “Yeah. We’ll talk about that later,” Tripp growled. He moved near the excited horse and spoke in soothing tones before he moved closer and started scratching and petting around the withers. As the horse stilled, Tripp rubbed him between the eyes. “It’s going to be okay, buddy.”

      Tripp handed the horse off to a wrangler and turned back to Hannah.

      “Got a few scratches on your arm, Hannah,” Dutch said. The old cowboy grimaced, his eyes filled with concern. “That’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

      She raised her arms and sure enough, gravel and dirt were embedded in scratches on the backside of her right forearm. Tripp cringed at the sight. She’d gotten hurt on his watch.

      “I’m okay,” Hannah repeated firmly. She slapped at her backside and straightened her blouse.

      “We’ll let Rue decide that,” Tripp said. “She’s the staff doctor. For now, we can clean it up and put on a little antiseptic ointment.” He gave a curt nod toward the stables.

      “Your concern is overwhelming,” Hannah murmured drily as she followed him.

      “Rinse your arm in the sink over there.” Tripp cocked his head to the right. “Then come into my office. I have a first aid kit.”

      Minutes later, Hannah sat in Tripp’s office staring at the wall as she held her arm up.

      “What’s that?” she asked.

      He removed the cover from the antibiotic ointment and glanced up at the wall. She was staring at the poster for the 100-Day Mustang Challenge.

      “Just what it says. One hundred days to gentle, halter break, saddle train, and build trust with a horse.”

      “Do you get to keep the horse when you’re done?”

      “Nope. End of the hundred days there’s big grand finale competition and the animals are auctioned off by the Bureau of Land Management.”

      “So what’s the point?”

      “It’s for a good cause. Re-homing mustangs, raising money to start the process all over again.”

      “All good, but that’s it?” Hannah said.

      “Braggin’ rights. To say you’ve done it.”

      “And have you? Done it before?”

      “No time.” He shrugged. “Been on my bucket list for a while.”

      “What’s the prize money for something like that?” she asked.

      “This year, fifty grand.”

      Her eyes rounded. “That could buy a lot of buckets.”

      “Lift your arm,” he said.

      She complied, and he examined the abrasion. When he shifted his gaze sideways, he could see her long lashes resting on her flushed cheeks. Hannah’s full mouth was set in a tight line as he applied the ointment. Tripp worked to gentle his touch, reminding himself it didn’t matter how long her lashes were or how smooth her skin.

      Except, the truth was, something about Hannah Vincent made him think about and feel things he hadn’t considered in a long time. He quickly gave himself a reality check. Hannah’s character was still under question. If the woman had secrets, Slats would find out exactly what they were.

      Tripp’s gaze wandered to the sweet curve of Hannah’s neck. He glanced away, praying that Slats would be quick with his research.

      And what if Hannah is as innocent as she appears? Tripp shot back СКАЧАТЬ