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–USA TODAY
“The best kind of love story—completely believable, wonderfully real, with a Sleepless-in-Seattle-esque vibe that just makes you want to cheer for love’s ability to be reborn.”
–SUSAN MEISSNER, AUTHOR OF LADY IN
WAITING, REGARDING A COWBOY’S TOUCH
“ . . . a romantic adventure about unconditional love and forgiveness.”
—LIBRARY JOURNAL REVIEW OF SURRENDER BAY
“[In Surrender Bay] Denise has turned the spotlight on the depth of God’s love for His children in a story that will remain with you long after the last page is read.”
—RELZREVIEWZ
“No one can write a story that grips the heart like Denise Hunter . . . If you like Karen Kingsbury or Nicholas Sparks, this is an author you’ll love.”
—COLLEEN COBLE, BEST-SELLING
AUTHOR OF THE LIGHTKEEPER’S BRIDE
“In Finding Faith Denise Hunter once again brings me to tears with her thought-provoking story. For depth and emotion, this author always hits her mark.”
—KRISTIN BILLERBECK, AUTHOR OF
WHAT A GIRL WANTS AND SHE’S ALL THAT
What Readers Are Saying
“Thank you for being faithful with the talents God has given you. Your Nantucket Island series has really opened my eyes to a deeper understanding of God’s love for me. I love being reminded that God’s love is steadfast and undeserved. I can’t begin to fathom it, but your books do help scratch the surface.”
–TANYA
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–DESTINY
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–LORI
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–MARTINA
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–A READER
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–CARRA
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–EMILY
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–DAISY
“I just cannot put your books down. Your novels are contemporary, humorous, and moving to tears. I am such a fan now.”
–LANA
“Was in a local store and picked up a copy of A Cowboy’s Touch . . . and I ABSOLUTELY loved it. I have been reading romance novels since I was a teenager, and this one is one of my favorites. Thanks for such a well-written and inspiring book.”
–A READER
“I just read A Cowboy’s Touch, and I enjoyed it so much. I am so amazed at the gift God has given for you to bring forth such a beautiful work.”
–CATHY
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–A READER
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–JOY
“Why haven’t I discovered you sooner! I read Seaside Letters and am finishing up Driftwood Lane! Headed to get The Convenient Groom and Surrender Bay tomorrow! Then A Cowboy’s Touch! Keep the books coming! I’m trying to catch up!”
–BRENDA
“I have fallen in love with your books. I work in a high school media center . . . I try to point all the young girls and teachers your direction.”
–BILLIE ANN
“I must admit that I never used to like romance novels, but your books have changed my mind! Keep writing, and I’ll keep reading!”
–BETHANY
“A friend introduced me to your books a couple of months back, and I have not been able to put them down since! I read the entire Nantucket series first, then went on to Sweetwater Gap. I also especially loved your metaphor in the Nantucket series of God’s love for us, by using the characters to show His love the way Jesus would. AWESOME stuff!”
–JEN
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–ERICA
The
Trouble
with
Cowboys
Also by Denise Hunter
THE NANTUCKET ROMANCE SERIES
Surrender Bay
The Convenient Groom
Seaside Letters
Driftwood Lane
THE BIG SKY ROMANCE SERIES
A Cowboy’s Touch
The Accidental Bride
Sweetwater Gap
“All Along” in Smitten
The
Trouble
with
Cowboys
A
Big Sky
Romance
Denise Hunter
© 2012 by Denise Hunter
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Hunter, Denise, 1968-
The trouble with cowboys : a big sky romance / Denise Hunter.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-59554-803-0 (trade paper)
1. Ranch life--Montana--Fiction. I. Title.
PS3608.U5925T76 2012
813’.6--dc23
2012022635
Printed in the United States of America
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Dear Pushover,
Horse temperaments differ by breed and personality. A stallion requires a firmer hand. Don’t be afraid to let him know who’s boss.
1
Annie Wilkerson was sitting in the Chuckwagon, minding her own business, when he mosied in. He was with a crowd, of course. He always traveled in a pack—him and his handful of ardent admirers.
Annie opened the menu, propped it on the table, and slouched behind it. The Silver Spurs belted out some country-and-western tune her sister probably knew by heart. The clamor in the crowded restaurant seemed to have increased twice over since Dylan and company walked in. But maybe that was her imagination.
The chair across from her screeched against the plank floor. Finally. John was already ten minutes late. She lowered her menu, smiling anyway.
An instant later the smile tumbled from her lips.
Dylan Taylor plopped his hat down and sprawled in the chair like he owned the table, the restaurant, and half of Park County besides. His impertinent grin slanted sideways, calling his dimple into action—a fact of which he was no doubt aware.
“Annie Wilkerson. Why’s the prettiest filly in Moose Creek sitting all by her lonesome on a Saturday night?” Dylan’s Texas drawl had followed him north, sticking with him like a stray dog.
Ignoring the heavy thumps of her heart, Annie tilted her head and deadpanned, “Well, Dylan, I was just sitting here waiting with bated breath for you to come rescue me.”
He put his hand to his heart, his blue eyes twinkling. “Aw, Annie, don’t tease me like that. It smarts.”
She scowled at him and settled back in her chair, propping the menu between them. “What do you want, Dylan?”
“Maybe just the pleasure of your company.”
“Maybe you should find another table.”
He tsk-tsked. “So cruel. You wound me with your hurtful words.”
If Dylan had a heart, she was sure it was unwoundable. Made of something springy and elastic that sent oncoming darts bouncing off. Typical cowboy.
She skimmed the menu, unseeing. “That seat’s taken.”
“Your sister joining you?”
Like she couldn’t possibly have a date? “What’s that supposed to mean?”
His hands went up in surrender. “I was hoping to join you.”
“I have a date.”
His head tipped back slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Ah . . . who’s the lucky guy?”
“What do you want, Dylan?”
He tilted the chair onto its back legs, and she found herself wishing it would fall. But that kind of thing never happened to men like Dylan.
“I have a proposition,” he said, his eyes roaming her face.
Her cheeks grew warm and she hated that. Cursed Irish blood and fair skin. She swore he said things like that on purpose. She focused on the menu. On the photo of barbecue ribs that were actually better than they looked.
“Not interested.”
“Now, come on, give me a chance to explain. It’s business—not that I’d have any problem picking up socially where we left off last time . . .”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “There was no last time.”
“Whatever you say, sugar.”
She gritted her teeth and slumped until she could no longer see him over the menu.
“In all seriousness,” he said, his voice dropping the teasing tone, “I got a horse that needs help. Wondered if you’d drop by next week and take a look at him.”
Oh no. She wasn’t stepping foot on Dylan’s property again. Not after last time. “I’m busy next week.”
“It’s my best horse—Braveheart. He’s got moon blindness.”
“I’m not a vet—have Merle look him over.”
“He did.”
There was something in his voice she couldn’t define and didn’t care to try.
“He thinks I ought to put him down.”
Annie lowered her menu. Dylan’s dimple was long gone. “Is he blind?”
“Not completely. But he will be. Started bumping into things in the spring, and by the time it was diagnosed, it was too late. He’s not himself now. Spooks easy, won’t let anyone near, not even me.”
His eyes pulled her in. She’d never seen him without that cocksure grin, much less with that sober look in his eyes.
Careful, Annie.
She looked away, toward the dance floor where her best friend, Shay, was dancing with her husband. They moved like two pieces of the same puzzle. She wondered how long it would take that cowboy to erase the pretty smile from her friend’s face. In her experience, it wouldn’t be long.
“Annie . . . ?”
She pulled her eyes from the couple. “There’s a trainer over in Sweet Grass County, Roy Flint. He’s supposed to be really good. I’ll get his number for you.”
“I don’t want him. I want the best. I read your column; you know what you’re doing.”
Brenda Peterson appeared tableside, flashing a bright smile. “You two ready to order?”
“We’re not together.”
“Large Coke, please.”
They spoke simultaneously, and Annie glared at Dylan as Brenda walked away with her menu—never mind that she hadn’t ordered yet.
Dylan propped his elbows on the table. “I can’t put Braveheart down, but he needs a lot of work, and I don’t have the time or expertise.”
Annie leaned back, putting space between her and those puppy dog eyes. She was a sucker for a horse in distress, but if she was at Dylan’s place for days on end, she’d be the one in distress. Besides, getting him to pay up last time had been like collecting pollen from the wind.
“You’re right,” Annie said. “It is going to take a lot of time— time I don’t have right now.”
He leaned in, trained those laser-precision eyes right on her. Heaven have mercy, it was easy to see why he made women lose their wits. What was God thinking, combining all those rugged good looks with cowboy charm and tossing in dimples for good measure?
“I want you,” he said.
The double meaning—intended or not—was a needed reminder. She pulled the napkin from the table and spread it across her lap. “Roy can help him, I’m sure of it. I’ll get his number for you Monday.”
Someone nearby cleared his throat. John Oakley had somehow arrived unnoticed, thanks to Dylan’s annoying habit of usurping her every thought.
“Hello, Annie.” John bent and pla
ced a kiss on her cheek.
“Hi, John.” Annie couldn’t tear her eyes from Dylan, whose left brow had shot up.
“Oakley.” Dylan nodded, coming slowly to his feet. He towered over John, who looked out of place at the Chuckwagon in his banker clothes.
“Dylan. Thanks for keeping my date company.” His flat smile and flaring nostrils said otherwise.
“Anytime, Oakley, anytime.” Dylan’s gaze held hers for a beat too long, the corners of his lips twitching in a way she was sure annoyed John. “Annie, talk to you Monday.” He pointed at her, winking. “And don’t think I’ve given up.”
Warmth flooded her face as John sank into the chair and jabbed his glasses into place with his index finger. She watched Dylan amble away and told herself the feeling spreading through her limbs was relief.
Dear Spooked,
Horses often spook when the rider is fearful. You will both feel more confident if you have a safe place to go when things go awry.
2
Annie knew something was amiss the minute she entered the Mocha Moose the next week. For starters, it was too quiet— there were only a few patrons. Even the music whispering from hidden speakers was all wrong. A soft classical tune, not a blaring rendition of “Ladies Love Country Boys.”
She looked behind the bar where the owner, Tina Lewis, was stacking fresh cups beside the coffee carafes. Her short brown hair swung forward.
She gave Annie a chagrined look. “Hey, Annie.”
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