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—Booklist
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“[A] lighthearted and frisky tale of discovery between two engaging people.”
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Copyright © Vicki Lewis Thompson, 2015
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PUBLISHER’S NOTE
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Contents
Praise
More Sexy Texans Novels
Also by Vicki Lewis Thompson
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
Excerpt from Crazy For The Cowboy
For my daughter Audrey, because I think this might be her favorite book so far.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
As always, I’m grateful for my editor Claire Zion’s unfailing enthusiasm for my books and my assistant Audrey Sharpe’s valuable and calming presence in my life. I’m also thrilled to be working with agent Jenny Bent and her efficient team. And finally, kudos to the art department for a gorgeous cover!
PROLOGUE
Anastasia waited until everyone was sound asleep before she crawled out of bed. Mommy said horses were dirty and smelly and no little girl of hers was ever getting on one.
Oh, yes, she was.
Her new stepsister, Georgie, got to ride her very own horse named Prince. Anastasia’s new daddy had a horse, too, and Georgie got to ride with him. It wasn’t fair.
Riding didn’t look hard. You didn’t even need a saddle. Georgie sometimes climbed right up on Prince and rode off like girls in the movies.
And Georgie had a whip. Her daddy—well, Anastasia’s daddy now, too—had taught Georgie to do tricks with it. Mommy said no little girl of hers would be doing tricks with a whip, either. Georgie got to do all the fun stuff.
Quiet as a mouse, Anastasia went downstairs and out the back door. Maybe she should have put on shoes. Lots of rocks out here. Ouchy. But it wasn’t cold.
She had to shove real hard to slide the piece of wood out of the way so she could open the barn door. She left it open because she’d be coming out again. On Prince. Her heart jumped around like a frog in her chest.
A yard light helped her see what she was doing. The stall wasn’t easy to get open, either. But she finally got it.
She reached up, took hold of Prince’s mane and tugged. “Come on, Prince.” He came right out, almost knocking her over. “Stop!”
He stopped, and she dragged a stool close to him. Getting on wasn’t so easy, either. And once she was sitting on his back, she was surprised to see how high off the ground she was. His back was wide and kind of slippery.
Holding his mane, she kicked his sides. “Go!”
He walked out of the barn and into the meadow. Her tummy turned somersaults. She was riding! But not very fast. She kicked him again, harder. “Go, go, go!”
He did, and it was yucky. She bounced and bounced. “Stop!”
But he only went faster! This wasn’t fun at all! Crying and screaming, she tried to hold on, but his neck was too big. She couldn’t reach around it.
She yelled as loud as she could. “Noooooo!”
Just like that, he stopped and she was in the air. When she landed a second later, she hit the ground hard, too hard. She couldn’t breathe. Her chest hurt.
Oh, no. He was coming. The horse blew through his nose and his hooves were huge.
“No!” She tried to scoot back. “No! Noooooo!”
She scrambled backward and screamed until her throat hurt. He finally went away. She sat and shivered, afraid to make a noise, afraid to move as her heart thumped really loud.
After a long time, she heard Georgie calling. She tried to answer, but it was a tiny sound. Her throat hurt so bad. Georgie called again, and she made another squeaky noise.
Then she saw the flashlight bobbing along. But she heard something that made her
whole body shake. Hoof
beats. She made herself get up even though she ached all over.
The bobbing light came closer. She saw Georgie riding her daddy’s horse and leading Prince with a whip around his neck.
She backed away. But running was no use. She sucked in all the air she could. “No horses!”
It wasn’t loud. But Georgie stopped. Then she climbed down. Holding the flashlight, she came over. “Oh, Anastasia. What were you thinking?”
“No horses,” she whispered.
Georgie brushed dirt and pieces of grass away from her face. Then she ran her hands over her arms and legs. “You seem to be in one piece, but you’re in big trouble, kid.”
She imagined her mommy’s face, red and mad. “D-don’t tell.”
Georgie wiped away her tears with the tail of her shirt. “Shh. Don’t cry. I won’t tell, but we have to head back before somebody else wakes up. You can ride with me. Come on.”
“No!” She stumbled backward.
“Come on. You have to get back somehow. I need to put these horses away and clean you up.”
“I’ll walk.”
“Just let me boost you up on—”
“No!”
Georgie sighed. “All right. Here’s the flashlight. Me and the horses will lead you home. I’ll go slow.”
She nodded and took the flashlight.
“But someday you’ll have to get back on a horse, Anastasia. It’s what people do when they fall off.”
She looked at the two giant horses standing in the meadow and shivered. “No,” she whispered. “Never.”
CHAPTER 1
Present day
“Mac, you must be craving that cold beer.” Travis hurried to keep up as they walked down Bickford’s main street after another successful trail ride. “You haven’t moved this fast since the time Vince snuck a tarantula into your shower.”
“And let the record show I haven’t forgiven him for that.” But Mac modified his pace. Yeah, he was looking forward to sipping a cold one at Sadie’s Saloon, but he was more focused on showing Anastasia the new pictures on his phone.
He’d snapped some beauties of the wild stallion and his herd on the overnight trail ride this weekend and Anastasia would go nuts over them. But he didn’t want Travis to know that was why he’d unconsciously lengthened his stride. Knowing Travis, he’d read too much into it.
Anastasia Bickford was just a friend, and that’s the way it would always stay. In the short time he’d lived here, they’d established the kind of relationship where they could talk about anything. Anastasia was a talented artist, and with a creative mind like hers, the topics were never dull.
“I like to savor my walk down Main Street after a trail ride,” Travis said. “Makes me feel like a hero.” He tipped his hat to a resident who walked by and called out a greeting. “People are grateful to us, Mac. I mean, just look at the difference we’ve made in this town.” He gestured toward the colorful storefronts and the bustling tourist trade.
“Just remember, Vince got the ball rolling, not us.”
“Yeah, but we keep it rolling.”
“True.” Mac did take satisfaction in that as he gazed at the revitalized town. They were having a mild fall season, not much rain and not a hint of snow. Mac’s denim jacket kept him plenty warm in the evenings, and during the day he was in his shirtsleeves. Perfect weather for trail rides.
Most shop windows displayed a poster version of Anastasia’s painting advertising Wild Horse Canyon Adventures. It was a great image, but then Anastasia was a great artist. The poster featured a majestic gray stallion against a blue Texas Panhandle sky.
Mac couldn’t believe how much things had changed in Bickford in the last six months. He, Travis, and Vince had come to town then for a reunion, thinking they’d relive the fun times they’d had while working at a nearby guest ranch. They’d arrived to find stores boarded up and the town on the verge of collapse. After the guest ranch closed, the local economy had tanked, but Vince had saved the day with his brainstorm to offer trail rides into the canyon to see wild horses and their legendary leader, the Ghost.
“The way I look at it,” Travis said, “we guide the trail rides, right?”
“Right.”
“And according to those online surveys Anastasia sends out, customer satisfaction is high.”
“So she says.” He got a kick out of Anastasia’s excitement over those surveys. He also suspected she deleted the negative ones.
“Which means we’re doing a helluva job and I’m gonna claim some credit. Hello, ladies.” He touched the brim of his hat as they passed a couple of tourists laden down with shopping bags. “You oughta come on the trail ride,” he called after them. “I lead it!”
“Then we just might, cowboy!” one of them called back.
Mac shook his head. The actual trail boss was the one bringing up the rear, which would be Mac, but Travis did love to flirt.
“See? I just drummed up more business by being my usual outgoing self. You and I are vital to the success of this venture.”
“You certainly are. You should get a sandwich board and a bullhorn.”
“Nope. Doesn’t fit my cool-dude image. But speaking of sandwiches, I’m hungry.” Travis paused at the entrance to Bickford’s refurbished ice-cream shop with its red-and-white-striped decor. “I have a hankering for a hot fudge sundae with extra fudge and nuts. Let’s do it.”
“You go right ahead. I’d rather have a cold beer.”
“We’ll have both. We’ll drink beer after we finish the sundaes.”
Mac grimaced.
“You’re such a finicky eater, Mac Foster. Go ahead to Sadie’s. I’ll catch up with you after I have my primo sundae.”
“Suits me.”
“But don’t start the darts tournament until I get there.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” In the late afternoons, they’d formed the habit of playing darts with Anastasia and anyone else who was interested. “I’ll just drink until you get there.”
“Perfect. I’ll be sharp and you’ll be sloshed.”
“As if that would keep me from beating you, amigo.” Mac grinned and continued on to Sadie’s. He was just as glad Travis had decided to stop for ice cream. Talking to Anastasia about the pictures would be easier without Travis hanging over his shoulder making comments and doing his usual flirting. Travis wouldn’t ask her out, though, for the same reason he wouldn’t.
Anastasia was Georgie Bickford’s little sis, and Georgie was officially in charge of Wild Horse Canyon Adventures. Vince had dreamed up the idea but he hadn’t wanted to run the thing. He hadn’t even planned on sticking around to see how the business worked out, but that was before he’d fallen for Georgie.
So Georgie ran the operation, but Vince had become the official spokesperson for the venture, the one who handled the media. Surprisingly, there was media. A wild stallion and his band had turned out to be a story that had captured national attention.
In fact, Vince was in Houston this weekend talking to an animal-advocacy group, and a film crew from Dallas would arrive in three weeks to shoot a documentary. Bickford residents were busting their buttons with civic pride. Nothing this big had ever happened here. Dwarfed by Amarillo to the north and Lubbock to the south, the town had always been small potatoes, even when the guest ranch had been operating.
Mac was happy for everyone, especially Anastasia. She deserved recognition for her work, and the documentary would help give her that. Sure, she had some art in a local gallery in Amarillo, thanks to Georgie’s prodding, but that wasn’t nearly enough exposure. With her talent, she should be famous.
Opening the street door to the saloon, Mac looked straight over to the corner where she’d set up shop. Georgie had urged her to rent a storefront and create an actual studio, but so far Anastasia hadn’t made th
at happen. She seemed to prefer the familiar atmosphere of Sadie’s.
Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. Lots of people came in here and her work hung all over the walls with For Sale tags on it. Ever since the trail rides had taken off, she’d sold plenty of her watercolors depicting the town and, of course, the Ghost. Plus she did charcoal portraits, and she’d picked up a lot of business sitting in a corner of the saloon with her sketch pad at the ready.
She was sketching someone right now, in fact. Mac smiled when he saw Ida Harrington sitting at Anastasia’s table having her portrait done.
Some people might laugh at a ninetysomething woman who colored her hair bright red and wore jeans and vests decorated with bling. Mac thought Ida was terrific. She’d moved to Bickford after her wealthy husband died and left her a pile of money. She could have given it to the town when the residents were in so much trouble, but she said it would just be throwing it to the wind if they didn’t have a plan. Once Vince had suggested the trail rides, she’d underwritten the bulk of the expenses to get the business started.
Because Mac didn’t want to interrupt Ida’s portrait sitting, he walked over to the bar and ordered a beer.
Ike Plunkett had been the bartender when Mac had been a wrangler at the guest ranch, and Ike had hung on through the economic downturn. He was probably only in his forties, but had started losing his hair early. That, plus his wire-framed glasses, made him look brainy.
But it was his welcoming smile that brought customers into Sadie’s, and he flashed it now. “The conquering heroes return. Where’s Travis?”
Mac slid onto a stool. “Eating ice cream. And don’t tell Travis he’s a conquering hero. He’s already out of control on that subject. I keep trying to convince him that we’re just regular working guys.”
“Not to a lot of people around here.” Ike set a foaming glass in front of him. “You’re like knights in shining armor.”
“More like tarnished armor.” Mac reached for his wallet.
“Put that away. This one’s on the house, like always.”
Mac gazed at him in frustration. “I know the saloon’s doing better, but you still have to make a living.”