The Rebel and the Cowboy
A Carmody Brothers Romance
Sarah Mayberry
The Rebel and the Cowboy
Copyright © 2019 Sarah Mayberry
Kindle Edition
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First Publication by Tule Publishing 2019
Cover design by Lee Hyat at www.LeeHyat.com
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
ISBN: 978-1-950510-29-0
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
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The Carmody Brothers series
Excerpt from The Cowboy Meets His Match
About the Author
Chapter One
Uh-oh. That’s a bad sign.
Eva King watched with growing unease as the young receptionist at the Marietta Motel had a hushed, furtive conversation with an older woman Eva guessed was the manager. Both women turned to look at Eva briefly before resuming their consultation.
Eva ran a hand through her short blond hair. She’d been driving since early this morning and all she wanted was a shower and something to eat that didn’t come from a fast food window. But instead of handing over the key to her room when she arrived five minutes ago, the receptionist had tapped at her computer briefly, rifled through printouts on her desk, then called her boss out from her office.
Not exactly reassuring.
Finally the older woman patted the receptionist on the shoulder before stepping up to the desk, a mask of polite concern on her face.
Eva braced herself. Experience had taught her people were always at their most polite when they were about to disappoint.
“I’m so sorry to have to tell you this, Ms. King, but we have no record of your reservation. And unfortunately, we have no vacancies at the moment. June is always a busy time of year for us.”
“That’s not possible. I have my reservation right here,” Eva said, showing her the confirmation she’d printed out three weeks earlier when she made her online booking.
“Unfortunately, there’s just nothing in our system. It’s incredibly strange—this has never happened to us before and I’ll be getting our computer guy to look at it first thing.”
“Okay, but where does that leave me?” Eva asked.
“I can give you the number for the Graff Hotel in town, if you like? There’s also Bramble House B and B, but I know for a fact they’re booked out this week because we got the overflow.” The manager’s smile was full of professional sympathy.
Eva was tempted to stand her ground and argue harder, but if there were no rooms, there were no rooms. It wasn’t like the woman could just magic accommodations out of thin air.
“Thanks, but I’ve already got their number,” Eva said.
“As I said, I’m terribly sorry. I’ve got your details, though, so if something comes up unexpectedly, I’ll call you.”
“Great,” Eva said. “Awesome.”
Lips pressed together to hold back some choice four-letter words, Eva exited to the parking lot. Standing in the afternoon sun, she tried to fight the panicky feeling tightening her chest. Her big meeting was tomorrow. The rest of today was supposed to be about doing reconnaissance, getting a sense of the town, and scouting the location of the old grain elevator that would be her canvas if things went well. She didn’t have time to waste finding somewhere to sleep for the night.
Don’t freak out. Take a deep breath and THINK.
One thing was certain, she couldn’t stay at the fancy hotel the motel manager had recommended. She’d considered it when she first looked at options for accommodations in Marietta, but the moment she saw the high-scoring reviews for the Graff, she’d known Dane and his crew would want to stay there. Despite his reputation as an edgy street artist, Dane was five stars all the way when he traveled.
Eva would rather sleep in her van than stay under the same roof as her ex-employer, who also happened to be her ex-boyfriend. Hell, she’d rather sleep in the woods, with wolves and creepy-crawlies to keep her company.
But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, because any second now, she would come up with a brilliant plan to find somewhere to sleep for the night. This was what she did best, after all—troubleshoot. For five years she’d put out fires and solved problems for her ex. Now it was time to use her skills to help herself.
Any second now.
The panicky band around her chest got tighter as her brain remained stubbornly blank. There was so much riding on the next few days. Everything, really.
Concentrate. Get your shit together. There must be someplace else to stay around here, even if it’s not an official motel or hotel.
Hope in her heart, Eva pulled up the Airbnb app on her phone. Sixty seconds later, she shoved it back into the pocket of her skinny jeans. Apparently the sharing economy hadn’t reached small-town Montana just yet. Damn it.
Okay, fine. She was going to have to get creative. Crossing the lot to her beaten-up black van, Big Bertha, Eva climbed in and started the engine. The motel was on the outskirts of town and it was only a short drive before she was cruising down the aptly named Main Street, scanning the well-kept, quaint western storefronts, determined to find a place locals frequented. A general store or café, someplace where the staff would have their finger on the pulse of the town.
She found what she was looking for almost immediately—the Main Street Diner looked as though it had been around since the fifties, and Eva could see they were doing a decent trade, even though it was nearly three on a Tuesday afternoon and not exactly rush hour.
She parked the van, then sent up a prayer to the universe.
Running water and a pillow, that’s all I need.
She entered the diner and was immediately enveloped in the homey smell of bacon and coffee, with a base note of waffles. Laughter rang out, the sound loud against the background murmur of people talking. Eva took in the red brick walls, the booths along the wall, and the tables in the window before moving to the counter, where red leather-covered stools were bolted to the wooden floor.
There was a spare seat on the end next to a slim, dark-haired woman who was absorbed in her phone and Eva paused beside it.
“Okay if I take this?” she asked.
Eva slid onto the stool and watched the waitress refill coffees at the other end of the counter. An older woman with a genuine beehive hairdo, she looked like exactly the kind of person Eva needed.
Finally the waitress noticed Eva, bustling over with her order pad at the ready.
“Good morning to you. You looking for food or coffee or both?” the woman asked.
The plastic badge on her chest told Eva the woman’s name was Flo and Eva offered her a smile.
“Coffee and apple pie, if you’ve got some.”
Flo propped a hip against the counter. “We’ve got apple pie, cherry crisp, and a peach cobbler that will knock your socks off.”
Eva laughed. “Wow. All right, I’ll try the cobbler. My socks like to live dangerously.”
Flo smiled as she jotted down Eva’s order.
“Also, I wonder if you could tell me if there’s anyone local who has a room to rent?” Eva asked. “Just for a few nights? I was supposed to stay at the motel, but there was some kind of mix-up with their reservation system and they don’t have anything available, and apparently Bramble House is fully booked, too.”
“Then your next best bet is the Graff. One block down and over, just turn left,” Flo said, sketching directions in the air.
“Unfortunately, my ex is already booked to stay there. So that’s not really an option for me,” Eva confessed.
“Done you wrong, did he?”
Eva managed a tight smile. “He’d tell you differently. But yeah, he did.”
Flo tapped her order pad with her pencil, eyes narrowed in thought. “Let me have a think. There are a couple of people I know with empty rooms now their kids have gone off to college. They might be willing to help out. Let me make a couple of calls. I’ll be back in five.”
Flo filled a mug with coffee and slid it toward Eva before moving off.
Eva wrapped her hands around the warm mug, silently willing Flo to come through for her, because she really didn’t want to sleep in her van.
“Excuse me—sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was kind of unavoidable,” the woman next to her said. In her mid-twenties, she had long, dark wavy hair, and an open, attractive face with big green eyes. “You’re looking for somewhere to stay in town?”
“That’s right,” Eva said. “Feel free to make my day and tell me you know some place.”
“Don’t get too excited yet. We’re not talking about the Hilton here.”
“What are we talking about?” Eva asked.
“Me and my brothers have got a ranch twenty minutes out of town. There’s an old Airstream trailer parked behind the barn. It’s plumbed and wired in—we use it as a guest room when people come to stay—but it’s pretty basic.”
Eva sat up straighter, hope fluttering in her chest. “Are you kidding me? It sounds amazing.”
The woman offered Eva her hand. “I’m Sierra Carmody, by the way.”
“Eva King.”
“If you’re interested, I’ll talk to my brothers and see if they’re cool with renting the trailer out. Then you can come check it out and decide if it’s for you or not.”
“I am about as interested as it’s possible for a person to get,” Eva said. “In fact, if you’re not super careful, I’m going to hug you any minute now.”
Sierra laughed again. “Give me a moment and I’ll see if I can get Casey or Jed on the phone.”
She slid off the stool, and once she was standing, Eva could see she had nearly eight inches on Eva’s own five foot three, with long, coltish legs and a slim build. Eva watched Sierra walk outside to make her call, wishing for the second time that day that she could read lips.
Not wanting to appear completely desperate, she swung back to face the counter and drank her coffee. Surely between Flo and Sierra, there had to be a solution to her temporary homelessness.
A couple of minutes later, Sierra slid back onto the stool beside Eva.
“Okay, we’re good to go,” she said.
“Really? They said yes?”
“They did. But again, wait until you’ve seen it before you get too excited,” Sierra warned.
“Given that plan B was sleeping in my van, it’s going to take a lot to un-excite me,” Eva said, relief washing through her.
“How do you want to do this? I’m about to head home now if you want to follow me, or I can give you the address and you can swing by later?”
“Now is good for me, if it’s good for you.”
Flo returned with Eva’s cobbler then, a rueful expression on her face.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry, I tried both people and neither of them was home. But I’ll try again before you leave and we’ll see what we can do for you.”
“I think I’ve found something—Sierra’s going to help me out,” Eva said.
“Eva’s going to come look at the old Airstream behind the barn,” Sierra explained.
“Perfect, I love it. Clearly it’s fate—you two were meant to sit next to each other,” Flo said, patting Sierra’s hand before moving off to greet new customers.
Sierra caught Eva smiling and shrugged. “Small towns. Everyone knows everything about everyone. Hot tip—do not buy condoms from the local drugstore if a woman with red hair is working the cash register.”
Eva laughed. “Okay. Duly noted. But I’m pretty sure that’s not going to be an issue for me while I’m in town.”
“Never say never, right?” Sierra said with a wink.
Eva pushed the cobbler so it sat halfway between herself and her new friend.
“Have some peach cobbler and live dangerously with me, Sierra Carmody.”
“Why not?” Sierra said.
Eva scooped up a spoonful of dessert and made happy noises when a party started in her mouth.
“Yeah, the diner has the best desserts in Marietta,” Sierra said. “So, are you in town for work or family or something else?”
“Work. Hopefully. I’ve got a meeting tomorrow. If I get the job, I’ll be staying longer, but it’s a bit of a long shot.”
“So what kind of work do you do?”
“I’m an artist,” Eva said matter-of-factly.
“Really? That sounds pretty cool,” Sierra said, her face bright with interest.
“Mostly I work outside, on scale. Big murals, that sort of thing.”
“So if I Google your name, will your art come up?” Sierra asked, already reaching for her phone.
Eva shifted on the stool. “You probably need to search for Dane Dafoe.”
How she hated having to say that. After five years of collaborating with Dane in every way, it still burned that she’d never been given the credit she was due.
“Oh. All right.” Sierra tapped away at her phone.
“There should be a few—”
“Oh my God. Did you do this? That’s amazing,” Sierra said, eyes wide as she stared at the image on her screen.
Eva leaned close to see Sierra was looking at a photo of the ship’s hull she and Dane had painted in Norway. A portrait of a Valkyrie warrior painted in shades of gray, black, and blue, it was an epic piece that never failed to move Eva.
“That was a big job. We had two days to paint the hull before the ship was due out again,” Eva said. “Coldest I’ve ever been in my life.”
“This is seriously cool. Amazing,” Sierra said, her gaze still intent on the screen.
Eva felt a familiar wash of pride tinged with regret as she watched the other woman’s reaction. She’d put so much into the Norway project—months liaising with the ship’s captain, its owners, the port authority, the local council. Then there’d been all the research she’d had to do to find out if the aerosol paint brand she and Dane preferred would be suitable for maritime use in cold temperatures. Eva was the one who had discovered the tough top coat they’d used to preserve the mural and ensure it would last for years to come, just as she was the one who h
ad uncovered the local myth about the warrior queen who had led her people to victory hundreds of years ago. She’d roughed out the concept and spent hours suspended from the ship’s deck, painting side by side with Dane.
But it was Dane’s name in the newspapers, Dane’s name in the art review magazines, Dane’s career that had shot even higher into the stratosphere, while she didn’t even rate a footnote or a casual mention.
“So are you doing something like this in Marietta?” Sierra asked. “I mean, not a ship, obviously. But are we getting something this awesome?”
“That’s the plan. The Chamber of Commerce is working with a local builder to transform an old grain elevator near a housing development just out of town.”
“You’re talking about the old Clarke grain elevator and Heath McGregor’s development.”
“That’s the one,” Eva confirmed, recognizing the names.
“I thought they were going to tear that elevator down?” Sierra asked with a frown.
“I think the owner refused, so the next best option was to pretty it up. Which is where the Chamber of Commerce got involved, I believe.”
“Of course, because of the aforementioned small-town situation. God forbid anything happen without everyone being all up in everyone else’s business and there being a community vote on it,” Sierra said with an eloquent eye roll. “So you have to audition for this job, is that the story?”
“Essentially, yeah,” Eva agreed, even though it was a little more complicated than that.
“So who are you up against?”
“Dane Dafoe, the guy I worked with on that,” Eva said, indicating the image still filling Sierra’s phone screen.
Sierra sat up straight, her expression arrested. “Wait, is he the ex you mentioned who is staying at the Graff? The one who did you wrong?”
Eva smiled tightly by way of answer.
“Oh, man, that sucks.”
“Not if they give the job to me,” Eva said.
“This is true.” Sierra brushed her hands together decisively. “Okay, Eva King, let’s head out to the ranch so you can cross ‘somewhere to sleep’ off your to-do list. Then you can concentrate on beating this Dane guy, who I’m sensing is a bit of a douche canoe.”
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