Counting on the Cowboy

by Shannon Taylor Vannatter

  Ranching is his whole life...

  until he meets one special city girl

  Texas Cowboy Brock McBride knows better than to fall for a city girl. She’ll leave and break his heart—just like his ex-fiancée did. But his job at Chasing Eden Dude Ranch requires working alongside Dallas wedding planner Devree Malone. And despite fierce resistance, he’s falling hard. Yet with Devree’s business back in the city, can he convince her she’s found her home...with him?

  “Sorry, I didn’t know you were out here.”

  “I didn’t mean to be.”

  “I love sitting on the porch swing at night.”

  He scooted to the end, patted the slats beside him. “Feel free.”

  She hesitated a moment, but headed his way in the end.

  “I don’t know why I like it out here.” She shuddered. “There’re probably snakes lurking. Or bats. Or bears, for that matter. But I love the night sounds. You don’t get that in the city.”

  “I imagine not.”

  “And the stars are so bright here. So many of them.”

  He scanned the horizon, ashamed he often took the stars for granted. “So why do you stay there?”

  “It’s where I belong. It’s nice to visit the country but I could never live here. I’d be bored to tears.”

  With all his worries over his friends and her reminder that she was a city girl through and through, why did he feel so pulled toward Devree? Despite the warm night, a chill settled in deep. He had absolutely nothing in common with her. He better tread carefully.

  Shannon Taylor Vannatter is a stay-at-home mom/pastor’s wife/award-winning author. She lives in a rural central Arkansas community with a population of around one hundred, if you count a few cows. Contact her at shannonvannatter.com.

  Books by Shannon Taylor Vannatter

  Love Inspired

  Texas Cowboys

  Reuniting with the Cowboy

  Winning Over the Cowboy

  A Texas Holiday Reunion

  Counting on the Cowboy

  Love Inspired Heartsong Presents

  Rodeo Ashes

  Rodeo Regrets

  Rodeo Queen

  Rodeo Song

  Rodeo Family

  Rodeo Reunion

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  COUNTING ON

  THE COWBOY

  Shannon Taylor Vannatter

  And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God

  for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.

  —Ephesians 4:32

  To my parents.

  I hate getting dirty, refuse to grow a vegetable

  garden and will never own farm animals, but

  I’m thankful y’all made a country girl out of me.

  Even though Logan says I’m too city.

  Contents

  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

  Dear Reader

  Excerpt from The Bachelor's Perfect Match by Kathryn Springer

  Chapter One

  Help! There’s a goat on the roof!

  Devree Malone typed the frantic text to her brother-in-law while edging the engaged couple she was showing around the ranch closer to the chapel.

  If the goat would just keep quiet up there, maybe the soon-to-be newlyweds wouldn’t notice and she wouldn’t lose this gig. At least it was still April, as the cooler not-quite-seventy degree temperature meant the farm animal odors were at a minimum.

  A dark truck turned into the drive and a cowboy climbed out: Stetson, Wranglers, boots. Maybe a ranch hand? His gaze went to the goat, then met hers as a smirk settled on his lips. One so charming she almost forgot about the goat.

  Almost. Do something, cute cowboy. Hopefully, her mental plea would span the thirty or so feet between them. She guided the couple inside the chapel and tried to concentrate on the bride’s excited chatter.

  “Imagine burgundy roses on the lattice arbor with tulle trailing down the sides.” If only she could have gone ahead and decorated. But the wedding was still two weeks away. “We’ll put big poufy bows on the end of each pew.”

  For now, she needed to wow them with what she could. She flipped the switch, setting off a sea of twinkle lights woven among the exposed rafters above.

  “Oh.” The enchanted bride leaned her head against her groom’s shoulder.

  Why put so much into the wedding when the marriage would probably be history in less than a year? In her eight years of wedding planning, just under half her couples had divorced. And then there was the ceremony that got canceled when Devree discovered her boyfriend of six months was the groom-to-be.

  Just stomach this last wedding.

  A month in Bandera serving as the event planner at the Chasing Eden Dude Ranch would provide Devree the chance to help her brother-in-law. It would help make sure his very pregnant wife stayed on bed rest and brought Devree a healthy niece or nephew into the world.

  If she nailed this nuptial, maybe the bride’s wealthy father, Phillip Brighton would hire her to plan his Brighton Electronics company retreat. And she just might be able to leave her I do planning behind.

  Something caught her eye out the window. The cowboy, feed bucket in hand, walking backward toward the barn. The goat clambered from the top of the pavilion, across the storage shed, onto the old storm shelter and then down to the ground.

  Her gaze bounced back to the couple. Still enthralled with the twinkle lights.

  “Instead of walking off to the side for the unity sand ceremony, what do you think about having a couple of groomsmen move it here in the middle of the aisle?” Devree positioned herself where she thought it should go. “That way all you’d have to do is turn around.”

  It would be difficult enough to maneuver the bride’s mile long train up and down the aisle once without adding the possibility of it getting tangled up in vases of sand.

  “I love it.” Miranda Brighton’s eyes lit up. “That way I won’t have to fight with my dress and our families and friends will be able to see better if we’re up front and center.” She pressed her face into her groom’s shoulder. “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Joel Anderson.”

  “I can’t wait to be Mr. Joel Anderson.”

  The couple’s giggles mingled, ending in a sweet kiss.

  Devree looked away. She used to love weddings. Almost as much as the brides and grooms she’d worked with. Until Randall.

  Just one more ceremony. If the goat didn’t ruin it for her. Then, if she never got another glimpse of tulle and twinkle lights, she’d be a happy woman. And maybe, just maybe, this charming couple would make it.

  “There are a few side rooms along the foyer connecting the fellowship hall in the back. Plenty of room for the wedding party to prepare for the ceremony.”

  “Thank you so much for meeting with us, Devree.” Miranda never took her eyes off her groom-t
o-be. “I wanted Joel to see the chapel since he’s only seen pictures online.”

  “I don’t care where the ceremony takes place. The married part is all that matters to me.” The requisite sappy response from Joel.

  It would be nice if he kept feeling that way. But odds were—he wouldn’t.

  “Okay, I’ll see you both for a consultation in a week.” Please let the goat be all lassoed and out of sight. She led the way to the exit, praying as she went. Guilt stabbed. She shouldn’t ask God for anything after ignoring Him for so long. Closing her eyes, she hesitated at the double doors, then swung them open and scanned the area. No goat. Her breath rushed out.

  “Thank you.” The giddy bride hugged her and the couple held hands as they strolled to their car.

  “Excuse me.” The cowboy behind her. “You work here?”

  “Yes.” She turned to face him. His Stetson shadowed pale green eyes, dark hair and a cleft chin. Enough to make a girl weak in the knees. Thankfully, she wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a battle-scarred woman. “I’m the new wed—I mean—event planner.” At least she hoped to leave nuptials behind. “Thanks for getting rid of the goat.”

  “I love goats.” His gaze locked on hers, as if he had all day.

  “Do you work here?”

  “Not yet. Don’t s’pose you’d know where I might find the owners? Do the Donovans still own this place?”

  “My sister and her husband, Chase Donovan.” She checked her phone. Chase hadn’t responded to her frantic text.

  “I used to be best buds with Chase.”

  “Really?”

  “I lived here as a kid. You and your sister from around these parts?”

  “No. We’re from Aubrey. I live in Dallas, technically anyway. I’m just here for six weeks.” Why was she telling him all this? Those magnetic eyes held her prisoner, kept her running at the mouth.

  “What about Chase’s little sister, Eden? She still around?”

  “Um...she died three years ago.”

  “No.” His shoulders drooped. “Not sweet little Eden.”

  His genuine sadness got under her skin. “A few years back. Scuba diving accident. She and my sister were friends. That’s how Landry and Chase ended up together.” She shoved her hands in her back pockets. “Speaking of which, he’s leading a trail ride, but Landry’s inside. I’ll take you to her.”

  “I’d appreciate that.”

  She headed for the ranch house. His footfalls trailed behind her.

  Despite her sister’s difficult pregnancy, the yard was still a well-kept green oasis in the middle of yellowed drought-ridden Texas Hill Country. Thanks to a nightly dousing by sprinklers Chase had set up. She hugged herself, staying in the middle of the walkway, keeping as much distance as possible from any lurking poison ivy or rattlesnakes hiding in the suspicious-looking crape myrtle bushes lining each side.

  Would the cowboy disrupt Landry’s calm? She stopped, spun to face him.

  He skidded to a stop.

  “You’re not going to stress her out, are you?”

  The corner of his mouth hitched up. “Not planning on it. Unless applying for a job does that to her.”

  “She usually doesn’t hire the ranch hands. Chase does that.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “But he should be back soon.” She turned back toward the house. But what had he done with the goat? She halted again and swung around.

  More space between them this time. He grinned, deepening the cleft in his chin and awakening dimpled cheeks. A dangerous combination. “Learned my lesson. Don’t follow too close.”

  “Where is the goat?”

  “Put him in that pen.” He motioned to the rail fence near the barn out back.

  No goat in sight.

  “Didn’t think it would hold him long.” He adjusted his hat. “Goats are notorious for getting out. Especially if they’re alone. And I didn’t see any others. Unless they all got out.”

  “I don’t have a clue how many there are. I didn’t know they had any until I saw the one on the roof. Thanks again for taking care of that. If my bride had seen him, she may have freaked out and changed venues.”

  “Count on me for goat wrangling.” He searched the area. “If you find him again that is.”

  “I don’t have any other appointments, so we’ll let Chase worry about the goat.” She strode toward the house again. Made it all the way this time.

  As she stepped onto the porch, he passed her, opened the door and held it for her. “Thanks.” Why did her cheeks warm?

  His boot heels clanked behind her as she led him through the lobby into the great room.

  “Landry?”

  “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here.” Landry lay on the couch, the mound of her seven-and-a-half-month pregnancy obvious. “I’m so bored. Tell me all about your meeting.”

  “We have company.”

  Landry craned her neck until the cowboy stepped into her line of vision.

  “Sorry to bother you, ma’am.”

  “I’d get up, but my doctor insists I lay here like a bloated heifer.”

  “This is...” Devree faltered. She didn’t even know the cowboy’s name. What if he’d made that whole story up from stuff he’d found online? What if he was some robber or escaped convict? Why hadn’t she thought of that? Constant guests at the dude ranch and the laid-back country lifestyle where everybody knew everybody had lessened her suspicious nature. Thankfully, Chase’s chef dad was in the kitchen, only a scream away.

  “Brock McBride. I’m here to apply for the handyman position.”

  “Oh, good. Please tell me you’re qualified.” Landry paused as she worked something on her phone. “I’m Landry Donovan, and this is my sister, Devree Malone.”

  “Nice meeting you, ma’am.” He tipped his hat.

  “My husband is leading a trail ride, but I just texted him and he should be back any minute.”

  “You might have a goat out.” His gaze roamed the room, from the barn-wood ceiling and walls to the massive stone fireplace.

  “Again?” Landry rolled her eyes.

  “The crazy thing climbed up on the chapel roof. It’s a wonder my jittery bride didn’t see him, run screaming and cancel everything.”

  “I found the feed bucket and it went right in the pen.” Brock took his hat off.

  Landry grinned at Brock, then Devree. “Your hero.”

  Her skin heated to boiling. “I said thank you.” She shot her sister a look. “But I’m not in the market for a hero.”

  “Good. Because the goat was out again by the time they left.” His mouth twitched. “Besides, my cape’s at the dry cleaner, and in my experience, damsels are more trouble than they’re worth.”

  “How’s my princess?” Chase entered the great room, his focus solely on Landry. Worry evident in his furrowed brow. “Are you following orders?”

  “I’ve been here all day, I promise. And baby Donovan is kicking up a storm.” Landry motioned to Brock, introduced him and explained why he was here.

  Chase’s frown relaxed and a wide grin took over. “Brock McBride?”

  “The one and only.”

  The two men hugged with lots of back clapping.

  So he’d told the truth about knowing Devree’s brother-in-law.

  “Guess y’all know each other.” Landry rolled onto her side.

  “Brock used to live here. We grew up together. He’s Becca’s son.”

  Landry’s eyes widened.

  “Becca, the housekeeper?” Devree turned to Brock. But her last name wasn’t McBride.

  His face went ashen.

  “She’ll be so excited to see you.” Landry’s mouth curved into a smile. “Does she know you’re here?”

  “Uh—maybe I should come back some other time.” Brock took a step back.

  “No
. Timing’s perfect.” Chase slapped him on the back again. “Let’s go to the office. Unless you want to let your mom know you’re here first.”

  “No,” he replied, a hint of dread in his tone. He cleared his throat. “I should have called first. And I have another appointment. I’ll have to get back to you.”

  “But you can’t leave without seeing your mom.” Chase steered him to the foyer. “She’s just upstairs cleaning the guest rooms.”

  Seconds later, the great room door closed.

  “What was that all about?” Devree sank into the chair facing her sister.

  “I didn’t make the connection when he first introduced himself, but Becca mentioned she was married before Ron and worked here back when Chase was a kid. Chase told me he and Brock were friends until Brock’s dad died when he was young and Becca moved away.” Landry scrolled down her phone, tapped and pressed it to her ear. “Becca came back several years ago, but she and Brock have been estranged. She’s longed to reconnect with him for years. And now, he’s here. She’ll be so excited.”

  “Maybe we shouldn’t get involved in their private business. Besides, I think he’s leaving.”

  “He’s probably nerv— Becca. You won’t believe who’s here. Brock,” her sister said, ignoring Devree’s words of caution. “Yes, I’m sure. Chase is in the foyer talking to him as we speak.”

  An audible squeal came through the phone.

  “Hurry, Devree,” Landry begged. “You have to stop him. If he leaves before Becca can get to him, it’ll break her heart.”

  Surely, he wouldn’t leave without seeing Becca. Always so sweet and pleasant—who could be estranged from her?

  She should stay out of it. But if she did, she knew Landry would try to stop Brock from leaving. And her sister didn’t need any more stress. On top of that, the ranch badly needed a handyman.

  Devree dashed toward the foyer.

  * * *

  “Please don’t leave without seeing your mom.” Chase stepped in front of the exit, cutting off Brock’s escape.

  “It’s been a while. I should have called first,” Brock repeated through gritted teeth.