Cowgirl Bride. Susan Mallery

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СКАЧАТЬ it was too late. He was already helping. She found herself caught up against him, her breasts brushing his upper arm, her body close enough to absorb his heat. Memories flooded her. Memories of how good they’d been together, of how he’d always made her feel so alive just by being near her. She didn’t want to remember any of that. She wanted to forget the past and pretend it had never happened. She wanted the scars to fade, too.

      Even as she tried to pretend she wasn’t affected, she inhaled the familiar scent of him. That combination of masculinity and temptation. It wasn’t cologne or even sweat. Just some chemical reaction in his skin, a faint, delicious essence that set her nervous system on fire. A shudder rippled through her from her scalp to her toes.

      “Are you all right?” he asked. “Do you feel faint?”

      His impersonal concern was insulting. She wrenched free of his embrace and stepped to one side. “I’m fine. Couldn’t be better. Now, if you’ll excuse me—” She turned to leave.

      “Sierra, wait. We have to talk.”

      Such simple words. They shouldn’t have had any power over her, but they did. The power to wound and maul.

      We have to talk. He’d said that to her all those years ago, right before he’d told her he was marrying someone else. She vaguely recalled an apology, something about him not wanting it to be like that. She couldn’t remember exactly—the shock had been too great.

      She wanted to scream at him. To tell him it was too late to talk about anything. He’d destroyed all her dreams when he’d left her. While she might not have recovered, she’d learned to get on with her life. Maybe that wasn’t perfect, but it was all she had. Damn him. Damn them both.

      Without wanting to, she glanced at him over her shoulder. He was dressed casually. Jeans, boots, a shirt. Just like most cowboys. But she knew the difference. His watch was expensive, as were his boots. Expensive as in they cost more than she’d made the previous month. The unfamiliar truck by the barn was new and equally pricey. She might not be the naive young woman he’d left ten years ago, but all the growing up in the world wasn’t going to strengthen the branches on her family tree. The Conroys were good people—good, poor, people. Dylan came from another world, one where ancestors mattered and class was a trait, not something one attended while in school.

      From all appearances, he was the successful lawyer he’d always wanted to be. He’d achieved his dreams. Funny, he’d once told her that none of that would matter if he didn’t have her. Guess he’d changed his mind.

      “No,” she told him. “We don’t have to talk. There’s nothing left to say.”

CHAPTER TWO

      Sierra Conroy had grown up but she was still beautiful enough to make a man wonder how he could survive without her. The years apart had allowed Dylan to forget that. Now, staring into her flashing hazel eyes, he realized that he might have forced himself to get on with his life and leave the past alone, but a part of him had never been able to let her go.

      She stood tall and proud, a strong woman, facing him down, despite the shock of seeing him and the obvious pain from her injury. He wanted to believe her air of calm hid an inner turmoil. He wanted to believe that she’d never forgotten him, either. That she was as affected by this meeting. He had to believe that because one look at her was all it had taken for him. It was as if the ten years they’d been apart had never happened. Back then, he’d been willing to turn away from his family and their dreams for his future, just to be with Sierra. Here he was, ready and willing to do it again.

      Only it wasn’t going to be that simple. They’d both changed. There were complications, explanations, not to mention a nine-year-old boy between them. Dylan’s feelings might not have changed, but both he and Sierra had. He knew she wasn’t going to welcome him with open arms. He was lucky she hadn’t already decked him.

      “It’s not what you think,” he told her, wishing he had the perfect words to make her understand. Ironically he was a lawyer and words were his stock-in-trade. Yet at this—possibly the most important moment of his life—he couldn’t think of anything to say. Anything except the truth—that she was lovely with her dark blond hair pulled back into a braid. With her tanned skin, her full lips, her muscles and her work-roughened hands. She might not fit the traditional definition of womanhood, but she’d always epitomized femininity to him.

      “I suppose you’re not a successful lawyer,” she said contemptuously. “You’re not here to flaunt all you’ve become.”

      He eyed her arm. “Maybe I should take you to the hospital.”

      She dismissed him with a scowl. “Yeah, right. Don’t try to avoid the question.”

      “I’m a lawyer,” he said. “I’m not here to flaunt anything. I’m here because I bought a ranch.”

      That startled her. Her eyes widened slightly as she continued to glare at him. Her only concession to her injury was the gentle way she cradled her left arm in her right. “What do you mean? You bought a ranch around here?”

      Dylan put his hand on his son’s shoulder, then smiled down at the boy. “It’s something we’ve talked about for a long time, right?”

      Rory grinned. “Yup. We’re gonna be cowboys. Just us guys.”

      Sierra frowned. “Us guys?”

      Dylan hesitated. He hadn’t wanted to tell her this way. Not that there was a good time and place to discuss the state of his marriage—make that his former marriage. Sierra had the most at stake in wishing his relationship with Claire failed, yet he didn’t think she would be happy they’d divorced. In her mind, he’d abandoned her for another woman. Knowing her the way he did, he knew she would have expected him to at least have had the common decency to leave her for someone he would stay with for a lifetime.

      “Claire and I are divorced,” he said quietly.

      Sierra’s frown faded. Her expression turned neutral. “I’m sorry,” she said, in a polite tone that was supposed to tell him the news had no meaning for her. Was that true? Had he come back for nothing?

      Not nothing, he reminded himself. With or without Sierra, he wanted the ranch. It would be a place to which he could retreat. A place where his son could grow up surrounded by horses, cattle and wide-open spaces. What could be better?

      “The ranch is going to be my new base of operations,” he told her.

      “You’ll practice law from there?” she asked.

      “No. I’ll have an office in town. But I am going to be involved with the ranch as well. The buildings are in good shape, but the herd needs work. I want to start a breeding program. That’s why I’m here.”

      Sierra shrugged. “I don’t know what’s for sale. You’ll have to talk to the boss about that. I’m just one of the hired hands.”

      “I know. Don’t you ever want more than that?”

      Her gaze turned icy again. “No one here is interested in your opinion of my life.” She glanced at Rory and closed her mouth. He knew that if his son hadn’t been standing there, listening to everything being said, she would have had a lot more to tell him.

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