Weston's Trouble (Saddles & Second Chances Book 3)

by Rhonda Lee Carver

  Her cowgirl boots clicked on the worn planks of the wood flooring as she headed the opposite direction to the back of the building where a car waited for her. Her boots were certainly made for walking…at least for a break that was well-earned. She’d given this careful consideration and realized she wasn’t leaving the Wyoming fairgrounds until she saw one cowboy on the back of a bull. On the road eleven months out of the year, she missed seeing worn Wranglers and dusty boots.

  “Where are you headed?” Wade bellowed, following close behind her. The tone of his voice didn’t go unnoticed. After several years together, his gruff attitude didn’t bother her as much as it had at first. Most of the time she brushed him off or stuck earphones in to sound him out. In his defense, he was the reason why she’d made it famous—also the reason why she’d been on the road non-stop for five years. He’d found her singing in a backwoods bar in Texas when she was only twenty-five and living off beans and rice. A year after signing him on, her life did a complete tailspin. Before she realized it, everybody knew her name and she couldn’t go anywhere without fans asking for her autograph.

  Success came with sacrifice.

  She’d dedicated herself to her fans.

  But she was growing tired.

  Last month at a venue in Chicago, she’d lost her voice and the doctor had prescribed rest. She’d relaxed a few days, but she’d had places to be, music to sing. There was always somewhere that required her presence. She’d lost count of how many different venues she’d sung at in the past year. Life was blurring.

  It was time for a break. Not one night. Not one week. A vacation to recharge her internal battery. So, after going around and around with Wade, they’d compromised. She would finish the month’s scheduled concerts, and then she would be free, so to speak.

  Two weeks away from the studio, the stage, and the public eye sounded like paradise. Her vocal chords would certainly thank her. She could catch up on writing her music. Sleep late. Eat ice cream.

  “Are you going to answer me?” Wade sighed.

  “I’m going out to watch the rodeo.”

  Just as she’d suspected, he’d have something to say. “You can’t go out there alone. You’ll have everybody and their brother on your tail. Take Bruno with you at least.”

  She glanced at her bodyguard who was five feet behind them. His brawny, bulldozer-like physique could part any crowd. “You don’t think being followed around by Hulk’s twin might grab some attention?”

  “You’re paying him for a reason. Drawing attention to him means people won’t be as likely to mess with you.”

  Jessa didn’t want to be followed around by her manager or bodyguard. She understood there were times she needed each of them, but today she just wanted to enjoy the rodeo like she used to before things got complicated in her life.

  “You can’t do this! It’ll be like a mob out there. Can you at least think of your well-being?” Wade groaned.

  “I am thinking of my well-being. I want to have some fun.” She continued on, glancing further down the hallway to the exit. She spotted the security crew of three men, each dressed in yellow shirts and red caps, standing around in a semi-circle, monitoring the metal double doors.

  “I have an idea,” she said with a wink and a smile.

  “What are you doing?” Wade asked.

  “Watch and see.” She approached the crew. “Hi, fellows.”

  Heads came up, one of them did a double-take and turned pale. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Obviously they didn’t expect to see her in this area of the building. “H-hi?” he muttered.

  “How are y’all doing?”

  “Great” and “Amazing” were said in muttered unison.

  “I’m Tom. .” One of the men took a step out of the circle. “Is there a problem, Miss Garvey?” He glanced from Wade to Bruno, then back to Jessa. “Is there anything we can do to help?”

  “Yes, you can indeed help. I have a proposition.”

  The two men in back continued to stare, mouths agape.

  “Okay,” Tom answered.

  She slipped off her cowgirl hat, fluffing her cascading curls that the stylist had spent over an hour styling before the show. “I’ll trade you my hat for yours.” She winked, which usually worked in her favor, except it never seemed to work on Wade who was now eyeing her in frustration. She knew when his bushy brows crunched together that he’d reached a level of impatience. He reminded her of a bald Albert Einstein and it was hard not to laugh.

  “Sure.” Without hesitation, Tom dragged his worn cap from his head. Blonde curls bounced alive. He couldn’t be a day older than twenty and as cute as a button.

  Jessa made the trade and pulled the cap down on her mass of blonde hair, securing it lower on her forehead to shade her eyes. “Now, how do I look?”

  “Normal,” Bruno said. On occasion, he did have something to say.

  “Thanks. Normal is exactly what I’m shooting for.” She gave the bodyguard a smile and swore his cheeks turned two shades of red. So, he did have human emotions?

  Wade made a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a discontented moan. “You just gave him a hat worth hundreds. He’ll turn right around and sell it on EBay.”

  “Well, then. Hmm.” She tapped the toe of her boot. “To be fair, how about you throw in those sunglasses, Tom?” Jessa asked.

  “These?” He pulled out the glasses from his shirt pocket. “These aren’t worth as much as the cap.”

  She took the mirrored sunglasses and slid them onto her face. “These are pretty cool. Thank you. By the way, if you sell that hat, you make sure you don’t take less than three-hundred, you hear? Hand me a pen, Wade.” She held out her hand, waiting.

  “What?” The manager groaned.

  “A pen? Come on. We’ve kept these gentlemen long enough.” She didn’t even look at Wade to see if he was scowling. The heat of his stare was on her back.

  Signing her autograph on the inside of the brim, she handed the hat back over. “There you are. Now it’s worth more.”

  “Th-thank you, Miss Garvey.” Tom looked back at the crew, his smile spreading from ear to ear. “I’ll never get rid of this.”

  “One more thing, Wade. I need cash.”

  He blinked and rubbed his palm over his sweaty forehead. Finally, he dipped into his pocket and pulled out a twenty.

  “Seriously? This proves you haven’t been in the real world for far too long. If you haven’t noticed, it’s not the sixties when you could buy a bottle of pop for a nickel.” She looked at Bruno who was actually smiling. The man was on a roll.

  Wade shrugged and brought out another twenty and handed both over to Jessa. “Behave yourself.”

  With a shudder of excitement, Jessa kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t worry, pops. I’ll be good and home by curfew. I won’t kiss any boys, unless they look like Luke Bryan and then I can’t promise there won’t be any tongue action,” she teased.

  His round cheeks reddened and he didn’t even crack a hint of a smile. “Cute. Real cute.”

  She opened the door and stepped out into the bright Wyoming sunlight, breathing in the mixture of straw, leather, and funnel cakes, something else she planned to get while she was at it. She hadn’t had one in…dang, she couldn’t remember the last time.

  “An hour, Jessa. You hear me?”

  She didn’t bother to acknowledge Wade as she disappeared into the crowd, hiding behind sunglasses and cap.

  Everybody and their brother and sister had shown up at the popular annual event. There was nothing that compared to the rodeo…and the cowboys. Growing up on a ranch in Texas, men in worn Wranglers and dusty boots were the norm. This was more like a sense of ‘home’ than she’d felt in years. There were so many things she missed. Her life back on the ranch as a little girl who loved riding horses, singing to the livestock, and feeding the chickens was long gone…and so was her innocence. She’d been stepped on enough to hide her trust behind a steel wall.

  Mov
ing through the crowd, no one stopped her and asked for an autograph. No one screamed her name or tore open their shirt to reveal a tattoo. In fact, she was elbowed and pushed just like everyone else.

  “Hey there, little lady. You wanna test your luck at throwing darts? You can win one of these cuties to warm your bed.” The man behind the counter held up a stuffed monkey. “Five darts for five bucks.”

  She stepped up to the booth, slapped down the money, then rubbed her hands together. “Let’s do this.”

  Aiming, she tossed the first dart, popping one balloon…then hit the target for the next four. The man handed over her prize, shaking his head. “You have some arm, sweetheart.”

  “You should see me with a shotgun.”

  She started to step away when she noticed a little girl with her arms crossed and her bottom lip puckered.

  “I didn’t win, mommy!”

  “Honey, it’s okay. How about we grab an ice cream cone?” the girl’s mother said.

  Jessa looked down at the monkey and shrugged. “Hi there.”

  The mom look a little flustered. “Sorry. She’s normally not like this, but she lost her dog last week and I thought the rodeo would cheer her up,” she whispered.

  Jessa bent on one knee to the child’s eye level, probably six or seven, who was almost in tears. “My new friend here is looking for a forever home. Do you happen to know someone who would take him for me?”

  Some of the brightness came back to her blue eyes and she drew her bottom lip back in. “I can take him for you. Do you mean it?”

  Handing over the stuffed monkey, Jessa enjoyed seeing the smile in the child’s expression. She barely heard the girl’s excited “thank you” because a group of women dressed in midriff shirts and Daisy Dukes had gathered around. Their giggles and high-pitched squeals of delight made Jessa’s ears ring. Standing and slowly backing away, Jessa was ready to take off into a run until she realized they weren’t fan-girling over her.

  “Oh. My. Gawd! It’s him! It’s him!” one of the women screeched. “He’s going to sign my stomach and I’ll never shower again!”

  “Forget my stomach. He can sign any part of me he wants!” another muttered.

  Curious who the ladies salivated over, Jessa did a wide circle around the cluster and stood on tiptoes to get a glimpse of black Stetson and dark-as-night hair brushing a collar. And that was all. At five-four, she wasn’t quite tall enough to see over heads. A bump came at her side as she was rudely jostled by the women who were excited to meet the cowboy.

  Moving away from the horde before she was stomped on, she headed in the direction of the Shake ‘em Shack and grabbed an ice-cold lemonade and a funnel cake with extra powdered sugar, then took a quiet spot in the back of the stables to enjoy herself. Sliding off her glasses and hooking them on the neck of her shirt, she bit into the delicious, warm treat, savoring the taste, remembering how, as a child, she visited the fairgrounds every summer and filled up on carnival food until she could barely walk. Then hung out with her 4-H friends by the pig stalls until nightfall when the parade started.

  Those were the days.

  Munching and dropping crumbs for a nearby bird, she didn’t see the cowboy come around the corner until he was upon her. He bumped her arm, sending the plate out of her hand and the cake went flying. Lemonade squirted up and splashed over her hand as she crushed the plastic cup. “Hey…look what you did!” she squealed, ready to let loose on the person who dared barrel right into her. But her words got stuck somewhere between numb tongue and heavy heartbeat as she tiptoed her gaze upward on a brawny chest, scruffy layer of beard covering a broad chin, to a pair of eyes that compared to the color of blue Playdoh.

  “Sorry, ma’am.” He dipped his hat.

  “Uh…” Why couldn’t she get her mouth to work?

  “Looks like I destroyed your funnel cake and drink.”

  “I-I didn’t think I would be bothered here outside of the crowd.”

  “Those were my thoughts exactly. It’s a little wild out there.” His thick, rich baritone voice played her veins like a violin.

  “Hey, where’d he go? I thought I saw him come this direction,” a female’s voice reached Jessa’s ears.

  Before she could wrap her brain around what was happening, Cowboy pulled off his hat and pressed his lips against hers. She gasped in alarm, but the feeling was quickly exchanged for something deep. Something primal. The stranger tasted good and his soft lips evoked a need Jessa didn’t think existed. Her arms hung at her sides and her knees weakened as the kiss continued, his tongue rolling along her bottom lip causing tingles to spread down her neck and lodge in her chest.

  He lifted his face and for a long second, he held her gaze until he darted a glance to the right and to the left. “I think we’re safe.” His warm breath brushed her cheek.

  “Safe?” He could speak for himself because the rolling sensations rushing through her couldn’t be considered safe. In fact, he’d knocked her senseless.

  “Again, sorry, ma’am. Some fans get a little out of control, if you know what I mean. It’s hard to argue with a woman who wants her ti—I mean, breast signed.” He pressed his hat back onto his head, hiding his thick, dark hair that made her ache to run her fingers through it.

  Then she summed it up. Black Stetson. Black hair. So this was the cowboy the chicks were going crazy over? The same man who’d just made her toes curl and her heart race…

  The man who’d been touching another woman’s breast moments ago.

  Anger spiked in her.

  “Excuse me, but I don’t know you and I’m certainly not one of your buckle bunnies to be…to be…well…manhandled in such a way.” She took a step back, her shoulder hitting the wall of the stable. She had every reason to be annoyed with the stranger, but it wasn’t rage that spiraled through her body making her panties wet. Her face flushed at the realization that she was turned on. By a stranger. One that resembled Luke Bryan. She’d almost wondered if Wade was playing a trick on her. Sure, if her manager had one single humorous bone in his body, but he didn’t.

  One corner of his mouth lifted. Did he find this amusing? “You have a little something here.” He tapped his chin. She swiped at her face, but he shook his head, working his bottom lip. “No, let me help.” With a wide, callused finger, he brushed her skin, leaving a trace of heat behind. “There, the powdered sugar is gone.” He licked the tip of his finger and her legs wobbled.

  Holy shit. Who was this cowboy?

  “You ready? You’re about on,” a man said from somewhere—anywhere. Jessa didn’t care. He could have been the President and she wouldn’t have known any different. She couldn’t drag her gaze off tall, dark, and handsome standing in her personal space.

  “I’m coming,” Cowboy called, keeping his ice-blue gaze connected with hers. “Duty calls. I hope you’ll forgive me for the lost cake. The birds are certainly happy.” He winked then turned, leaving her leaning against the wall, quivering like a newborn foal.

  Looking down at her ruined funnel cake and crushed cup, she realized she’d just been used as a ruse…and it was the best kiss she’d had in too long to count. Heck, she didn’t even think to get an autograph. An image of him touching her breast sent tremors straight for every secret place on her body.

  Meandering from her hiding spot, she dropped the cup and plate into the metal trash can with a disappointed sigh. Almost forgetting part of her disguise, she quickly put her sunglasses back on. Looking around, no one was the wiser.

  Stepping out into the crowd, she followed the flow then took a position at the fence as the barrel racing finished up. The final scores were being announced. The local celebrity bull riders would be up next. Several names were called and a cowboy from Nirvana was among the riders, but she didn’t catch his name. She’d heard about the cowboys and the Nirvana Ranch. The men had made quite a name for themselves while making the ranch one of the most popular retreats in Wyoming, if not the country.

  Feeling a nu
dge on her arm, she held her breath and looked up to find a cowboy nestled up next to her. Disenchantment slithered through her as she had hoped to see Blue Eyes again. This cowboy had dark eyes and a nice smile, but didn’t conjure heated sensations between her thighs. He dipped his hat and she gave him a civil smile in return, then turned her attention back to the arena.

  Jessa liked being here and not being recognized, which meant she could hang out and enjoy life like she did prior to her song, Let’s Be Friends, hit number one on the country music charts. She missed doing normal things like going out for ice cream, going to the movies, or shopping. And getting kissed behind a barn. She giggled, but quickly swallowed the sound when she received a few curious glances in her direction. To stay incognito, she couldn’t draw attention to herself.

  She used to go to the rodeo with her dad and brothers. She wished they could be here today with her, but Wade had booked her appearance at the last minute, and her siblings had a ranch to run. Her heart ached for her childhood home. She hadn’t visited in two years and she felt guilty about that, but she always had something pressing to do.

  Pushing aside the thought, she wanted to enjoy herself here in her element that made her happy. Although she came across as girly-girl, she’d grown up working with horses, cattle, and bulls. She’d been right there beside her brothers and dad from the time she could remember, feeding livestock, brushing down horses, and learning the tools of the trade of running a cattle ranch. If she hadn’t had the talent of singing, she would have certainly followed in the steps of her father, not that she was complaining. From the time she’d worn pigtails, she loved singing at church and social gatherings, never knowing that one day she’d be on stage.

  The rest was history.