A Cowboy Kind of Love
Melissa Storm
Contents
Copyright
About this Book
Free Gift
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Also by Melissa Storm
More from the Game for Love World
About the Author
A Giant Thank You
Text copyright © 2016 by the Author.
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About this Book
Rhett “the Jet” Alexander, the hottest new recruit for the San Antonio Bombers, has made a career of running—usually while holding a football. So, of course, when his long-term girlfriend saddles him with an ultimatum, he chooses to run away from both their relationship and his home state of California to pursue a new life in Texas. So why is it that when he meets the shy beauty Cassie, the only thing he wants to do is run straight into her arms and hold on to her forever?
Cassie Brown loves her simple life as a cowgirl on the outskirts of San Antonio. The Saddleback Ranch has been in her family for several generations, but now is in danger of closing down due to dwindling profits. She refuses to let her great-grandfather’s legacy dry up without doing everything in her power to save it. The last thing she needs is a distraction, especially a pretty boy running back who can barely commit to dinner plans, let alone a woman.
While Rhett and Cassie are as opposite as they come, they can’t deny the sparks that fly between them. Will he finally stop running long enough to offer his heart, and can she afford to risk hers?
Find out in this sweet Western romance inspired by Bella Andre’s Game for Love.
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Love,
Melissa S.
Chapter 1
The football hit him right in the chest as he blew past the quarterback and down the field. They didn’t call Rhett “the Jet” for nothing. He could run the 40-yard dash in 4.4 seconds. That’s probably why he’d been offered a lucrative package to trade over to the San Antonio Bombers that season. Sure, he missed his former teammates with the San Francisco Outlaws, but—as they say—everything’s bigger in Texas, and that included his compensation package, his local fame even the cheerleaders’ talents.
Fake left. Spin around the last defender. Follow the sideline… all the way. Boom! Touchdown!
Rhett spun the football in his hand like an old west gunslinger, blowing off imaginary smoke before tossing it back to the ref. He’d added that cowboy-like maneuver since joining the Bombers, and the fans ate it up.
He could just barely make out the announcer over the roaring sea of fans. “And there you have it, Rhett ‘the Jet’ Alexander delivers the winning touchdown, ending this game with a 24-20 victory over Portland.”
When he’d paid his dues to the fans, Rhett made his way over to the locker room, getting clapped on the back and patted on the backside the whole way there. He smiled and exchanged good games, but somehow he just couldn’t enjoy this latest victory fully.
Why did life feel so empty lately? He had everything he wanted—money, fame, a never-ending line of gorgeous women just waiting for him to invite them into his bed. Why wasn’t any of it enough?
Nah, he was being ridiculous. Of course, he had the life he’d always dreamed of. He was just in a funk, that was all. Thank God, the funk hadn’t affected his game. And as for all this touchy-feely emotional crap…well, maybe a hot shower would do the trick. He cranked the dial up to max and let the scorching water pound his tired muscles. By the time he came out, his skin was red like a lobster and most of his teammates had packed up and headed home. But at least that nagging sadness was gone too. At least for now.
Todd Johnson, one of the linemen and his closest friend on the team, sat waiting on one of the benches. “Good game, man,” he said, and tossed Rhett the game ball. “The guys wanted you to have this.”
“Thanks,” Rhett mumbled, jamming the ball into his locker and grabbing a loose button-up shirt and jeans from his bag. A single glossy photo shook loose from his jeans pocket and fluttered to the ground.
Todd nabbed it up before Rhett got the chance. His eyes lit up as he studied the woman in the frame. “Hot. Who is she?”
“Tricia.”
“She your girl?”
“Was. Is. I don’t know. We kind of left things open when I was traded to San Antonio.”
Tricia had made it clear that she wouldn’t be making the move without first getting an engagement ring. While Rhett hated to break her heart, he definitely wasn’t ready to settle down with Tricia, or anyone else for that matter.
“She going to move out here for you?”
Rhett chuckled. “She probably would if I asked her, but I’m not so sure I want to do that.” Tricia loved him in her own way. Well, she loved the money, the fame, the opportunities their relationship provided for her budding career as an actress—all the things that felt so hollow now. Maybe there was something in the water down here in San Antonio, or maybe being away from all the glitz and glam of his former So Cal life had finally brought to light how superficial his life had become.
Tricia, of course, was a huge part of that, but as Todd had said, she was hot and fun and good to keep around as long as she was willing to stay without demanding a commitment. She’d even given him an easy out—said they should try taking a break, seeing other people—until they were sure his trade was going to stick. Sure that they were going to stick.
“Keeping your options open is never a bad idea.” His friend winked as if the two of them shared some kind of secret as old as manhood itself. “They grow the girls hotter here in Texas. Try some of the local crops before someone tries to slap a ring on you and get you to settle down.”
Rhett laughed. “That might not be such a bad idea.” Maybe a quickie would do the trick. It had been months since he’d been with anyone but Tricia, even though he knew she had the occasional side fling here and there, said monogamy was archaic or something like that. And even though he’d had her permission to sow his wild oats, so long as he did it on the down low, something felt very wrong about hooking up with a stranger and then coming back home to share a bed with his girlfriend.
Then again, it wasn’t as if things felt right either. Maybe a change, maybe someone new to clear his head, get his mojo back, shake things up.
Todd studied him for a moment, then quirked an eyebrow. “You been to the Alamo yet?”
“Back in my school days. Can’t say I was impressed.”
“Um, not that Alamo. Alamo the bar. You think I
want to take you on a field trip? No, man, I want to get you laid.”
Todd certainty seemed happy enough. Maybe he knew something Rhett had been missing all along. Maybe he was right. “Haven’t been, but I’m down for it. Lead the way.”
The stick shift felt good beneath Cassie’s hand as she navigated her trusty, old pickup over the bumpy terrain of Saddleback Ranch—the truck she’d had since she’d turned eighteen and had taken over as lead hand. The ranch had been in her family for generations, a living, breathing reminder of all her great grandfather had accomplished after coming to America with only a few bucks in his pocket.
Running the family ranch was hard work, but someone had to do it, so why not her? Only she and Jenny—the sister who was ten years her senior—remained. And Jenny had become a breeding factory immediately after turning eighteen and marrying her high school sweetheart. Not that Cassie could complain too much, since each summer Jenny lent her three oldest boys to help out with the heavy lifting on the ranch.
Cassie returned from mending a fence on the far end of the property only to find her “hardworking” farmhands huddled around an iPhone, hooting and hollering.
“Jeremy! Jake! Jonas!” she hissed. And, yes, her sister had done that thing where all seven of her kids’ names started with the same letter. “I’m not paying you to stand around. Let’s finish up chores before family supper. Git!”
“But Auntie Cass,” Jeremy protested. “The Bombers just pulled out a win in the final seconds of the game.”
“The new guy, Alexander, he ran so fast he was like a blur,” the youngest, Jonas, added enthusiastically.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Cassie said, crossing her arms. “Sun will be down soon. Finish up, then come inside and wash up. Your folks will be here any minute, and you know how your mom hates to wait.”
“Yes, Auntie Cass,” they mumbled, returning to their chores.
She hated being so strict with them, but if she didn’t teach them the value of hard work, who would? Besides Jenny counted on her to instill some discipline in the boys, and she didn’t want to let her sister down. As hard as she could be on both her children and her younger sister, Cassie had always looked up to Jenny, wanted to make her proud.
Sure enough, Jenny’s large van pulled into the drive a moment later, followed by her husband Jeff’s smaller, more practical sedan. Kids poured out of both vehicles and ran to wrap their arms around their favorite aunt.
She kissed the tops of their heads and grabbed up Jaden, a beautiful mess of blond toddler curls, into her arms.
“Kids, go find your brothers. Auntie Cass and I need to talk.” Jenny hugged her sister, then pulled Jaden from her arms and set him down so he could run after his siblings. The look on Jenny’s face said volumes. Something was wrong, and Cassie was pretty sure she knew what.
“Cass…” her sister started.
Jeff walked up and slung an arm over his wife’s shoulders in support. There they stood a united front, while Cassie was all alone.
“This isn’t working. We owe more than we’re bringing in. Even with the reduction in staff, we can’t afford to keep the ranch afloat anymore.”
And there it was. Cassie had run through this exact scenario in her brain dozens of times, but none of them had ended with her standing by too shocked to defend herself or the ranch from this onslaught.
Jeff rubbed Jenny’s shoulder. “We just found out we’re pregnant again, and we need to sell our share in order to meet the expenses.”
“And to start another college fund,” Jenny added softly.
Why would they do this? Why have another baby if things were already tight financially? Didn’t Jenny know she was the only thing Cass had besides the ranch itself? Didn’t she know that forcing Cass to give it up would forever ruin their relationship too?
Jeff spoke next. “We know you can’t afford to buy us out, so we suggest you sell too. Maybe the new owner will keep you on to manage things. It might not be so different.”
Might not be that different? Everything would change and for the worse. Her big sister was supposed to protect her, not be the one she needed protecting from. Maybe if she reasoned with her…
“And you agreed to this?” she spat at her sister. Well, forget reason. She was far too angry for that.
Jenny nodded solemnly. “Some things are more important than tradition. Like family.”
“What about our great grandfather, what about Pappy? Dad? They’re family, and it would kill them all over again to know that we just stood back and let some stranger destroy everything they built.”
“You know that’s not the way it is, Cass. We’ve really tried our best to make it work, but the world’s different than it was a hundred years ago. We can’t keep going like this, or we’ll lose it all. At least if we’re proactive, we have the opportunity to make some money out of the deal. Try to understand, we wouldn’t be suggesting this if there were any other way.”
“Your timing couldn’t be worse on this. Summer’s almost over. I’ll be losing the boys’ help, and since we can’t afford to hire anyone, I’ll be doing everything on my own. Then there’s Maybel who’s due to give birth any day now and needs an extra watchful eye.”
“Maybel? The cow?” Jeff said with a roll of the eyes. “What about Jenny? She’s going to have a baby too, and we need to be able to feed that baby. Doesn't any of that matter to you?”
She pushed Jeff aside and spoke directly to her sister. “Please, Jenny. The ranch is all I have. Don’t make me give it up.”
Jenny broke away from Cassie’s gaze and murmured her response toward the ground. “Then maybe it’s time you find something else.”
Tears filled Cassie’s eyes but she refused to let them out, refused to appear weak when she most needed her strength. Instead, she stormed away and got back behind the wheel of her old pickup truck.
Her hair was a mess; her jeans and flannel ensemble were hardly nightlife-appropriate, but she didn’t care. She needed to find someplace warm and familiar, somewhere Jenny-less to drink her sorrows away. And the Alamo would do just the trick.
Chapter 2
The music inside the bar was so loud, Rhett could feel its vibrations traveling throughout his entire body. Apparently, Mondays at the Alamo were all about open mic karaoke, and while there were a few definite talents who took the stage, most made Rhett’s ears want to bleed to block out the terrible, screeching noise. He took a long swig of whisky, which helped a little.
“How about that one?” His buddy Todd took a sip of beer from his longneck bottle, then jutted his chin toward a busty redhead wearing booty shorts and a low-cut top.
Rhett studied the girl for a moment, and she responded in kind by smiling at him across the crowded room. Wasn’t this how so many love stories began? But he definitely wasn’t looking for love, nor was he looking for some California clone. He needed different.
“I don’t think so,” he mumbled. “She’s the same. They’re all the same.”
And that was when someone very not-the-same walked through the door. She wore her sandy blond hair tied in a messy ponytail at the nape of her neck, a loose flannel shirt unbuttoned over a camisole with a hint of lace trim along the neckline, and jeans smudged with dirt on the knees. The waning light from outside shone behind her for the split second the door hung open, creating a freaking halo as if she’d been sent as a literal answer to his prayers.
Rhett was unable to tear his eyes away as she strode up to the bartender and ordered a tall, foaming glass of whatever they had on tap. She took the beer like a champ rather than sipping at it daintily like most girls he knew would have. And for that matter, she’d ordered an honest-to-goodness beer rather than a cosmopolitan or a martini.
Rhett looked down at his whisky. Embarrassing. He motioned to the bartender. “I’ll have what she’s having, and send her another too. On me.”
The bartender nodded and set to work. Meanwhile Todd let out a huff of air beside him. “Her? C’mon
, Jet. You can do way better than her.”
Rhett bristled. “Shut up, man. She’s an angel.” An angel in blue jeans, just like the song by Train. He’d never seen anyone like her. Maybe because he’d never actually looked, but maybe also because she was a true one of a kind.
“If you expect to get laid, you better look away from that angel and find yourself a sinner.”
But how could he look away from such heavenly beauty, such perfection? He watched as the bartender delivered her drink and then pointed him out across the bar.
Rhett waved, and the girl’s eyes locked on him for a moment before turning away and shaking her head. It all happened so fast, Rhett almost couldn’t believe it. Women threw themselves at him. They didn’t turn him down. Did she not know who he was? Or perhaps she didn’t care.
Damn, if he wanted different, he’d most certainly found it. Her rejection only made him want her that much more.
He tried again to get her attention, but she was too focused on her drink to notice. The redhead they’d been eyeing earlier, however, sashayed over to him and sat down, breaking his focus on the dirt-covered angel whose praises he so desperately wanted to sing—if only she would listen.
“Hi, I’m Allie,” the girl cooed.
He shook his head and somehow managed a smile despite his enormous irritation. “And this is my good friend, Todd. He was just telling me how much he wanted to go over and say hi, but he’s a bit shy.”
Todd looked startled for a moment, but then took the bait just as expected. “Hi, darlin’. Are you a natural redhead?”
She laughed and placed a hand on Todd’s thigh. “Care to find out?”
Todd jumped to his feet and patted Rhett on the back. “I’m out. See ya, buddy!” And just like that, his teammate and his would-have-been, could-have-been hookup ventured toward a dark corner of the bar to get to know each other a little better.
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