Her Holiday Rancher
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Luke poked his head out the window. “You can stay at our ranch if you want.”
“Luke!” Obviously Hannah didn’t want Alonso anywhere near her or her brother. Smart girl.
“I’m good, thanks.” He read the indecision in Hannah’s pretty blue eyes and he let his gaze linger on her.
At first glance she came off plain looking, but upon closer inspection he noticed her eyes darkened to indigo when they shone with worry. Her mouth was a little wide and he imagined what it would feel like to kiss her full lips. Damn. He’d just met Hannah and already he was thinking of having sex with her. She was smart to be wary of him.
“Luke’s right. You deserve a lift after I almost ran you down, and then made you change a flat tire.”
“Thanks.” The word was out of his mouth before he could stop it—blame it on her baby blues. Once he got situated in the truck bed, the half window in the backseat opened.
“You can sit up front with my sister.”
“I’m fine right here.” Alonso put in his earbuds but didn’t turn on the music. He shouldn’t eavesdrop, but he was curious about the siblings.
Hannah guided the pickup onto the road and Alonso closed his eyes against the cool breeze. When he’d begun his journey five days ago the high had been seventy-three. He’d headed southeast and had walked twelve hours a day, covering almost thirty-five miles per day. Each twenty-four-hour period that passed, the temperature had dropped. He guessed the first day in November hovered near sixty-five degrees.
“Why are you so mean?” Luke’s accusation drifted through the open window.
“What are you talking about?” Hannah asked.
“Making Alonso sit in the truck bed because you think he’s some psycho.”
Alonso thought Hannah should be suspicious of him. Not only didn’t she know much about him, but he carried a handgun in his duffel bag.
“Leave it be, Luke. I don’t want to argue with you.”
Luke tapped his shoulder. “Alonso.”
“What?”
“You ever rodeo?”
“No, but I’ve ridden a bucking bronc before.” In high school he and his friends, Cruz Rivera and Victor Vicario, had spent time at the Gateway Ranch, where several cowboys had taught them how to bust broncs. It took only a few short seconds in the saddle for Alonso to figure out rodeo wasn’t his sport. He’d spent the remainder of his stay at the ranch taking care of the livestock.
“I want to learn how to ride broncs,” Luke said.
“Bronc riding can be tricky.”
“But rodeo is so cool.”
Alonso sensed a wild streak in the teen—no wonder his sister appeared stressed out. “Some high schools have rodeo teams.”
“School sucks.” Luke lowered his voice. “I’m gonna drop out.”
“I doubt your parents would approve of you quitting school.”
“My mom and dad are dead.” That Luke said it so matter-of-factly left Alonso speechless.
The truck slowed, then turned onto a dirt road and drove beneath a wooden arch with the words Blue Bison Ranch painted in white across it. He should remind Hannah to stop and let him out, but the words never came.
She drove a quarter mile before he saw a house, barn and corral. The place could use a little TLC. The adobe-style home needed a fresh coat of beige paint, and the red barn had faded to pink and was missing a few boards. A flatbed trailer half-loaded with hay bales sat beneath the open barn loft. No ranch hand appeared to greet them—maybe the hired help was out with the cattle.
Hannah parked in front of the barn and as soon as she and her brother opened their doors, they started in on each other.
“Finish loading the hay, Luke.”
“You load it. I’m going to bed.”
Hannah grabbed Luke’s shirtsleeve. “If you think you’re old enough to stay up all night drinking, then you can do a man’s work the next day.”
“I’m sick of you bossing me around. Go to hell.” Luke stormed into the house.
Alonso waited for Hannah’s next move, then his chest tightened when she dabbed her eyes with her fingertips. He couldn’t stand to see her cry.
“I’ll load the hay.” He hopped out of the truck bed.
She slapped a hand against her heart and stared at him wide-eyed—yep, she’d forgotten about him. A first for Alonso. He was quiet by nature but a decent-looking man, according to the ER nurses, who repeatedly reminded him of their single status.
“I was supposed to let you off by the road.”
“Not a big deal. It isn’t that far of a walk.” He nodded to the trailer. “Loading hay bales is the least I can do to thank you for the lift.”
After a second’s hesitation she said, “I need twenty-five more.”
“Twenty-five bales it is.” He waited for Hannah to enter the house, then went into the barn and climbed the ladder to the loft. As he dropped the bales to the ground below, he wondered if the siblings fought like this every day.
Did it matter? As soon as he finished the chore, he’d hit the road again.
Copyright © 2015 by Brenda Smith-Beagley
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IMPRINT: Western Romance
ISBN: 9781489266125
TITLE: HER HOLIDAY RANCHER
First Australian Publication 2018
Copyright © 2018 Cathy McDavid
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