Her Texas Cowboy

by Jill Lynn

  Great. Just great. He rubbed the back of his neck.

  “Darcy’s on the dock. You two best get reacquainted.” A strange smile flitted across Shirley’s lips. “Welcome home, Jaxon. To the first day of the rest of your life.”

  Jax swallowed. I know we haven’t talked in a while, but please, God, make it so.

  With visible reluctance, Brody took her hand. As they walked toward the diner down the street, his dark head swiveled for one last glimpse of his father.

  Like Adrienne that last day before they’d both deployed on separate assignments, never to see each other again. Jax’s lungs constricted. Guilt cutting off his air supply.

  In a single bound, he came off the porch and rounded the corner of the shop. His legs ate up the ground, past the stacked kayaks and paddles. Dodging the pile of orange lifejackets.

  Leaping onto the wooden planks, he felt the dock shudder beneath his weight. But spotting the silhouette of a woman sitting on the far end, he came to an abrupt halt.

  Midafternoon, the sun arced high in the cerulean sky. The cove glimmered like a treasure chest filled with glistening diamonds. Her legs dangled over the water, but in one lithe motion, she rose. And bathed in golden light, she faced him.

  His heart sped up. “Darcy?”

  She bridged the distance between them on the dock. And he got his first good look at her in over a decade. She hadn’t changed much.

  His breathing slowed. Somehow he’d been afraid she had. To him, Darcy was summer sunshine. Like the shimmery light playing across the pearlescent string of the barrier islands.

  A sea breeze lifted a silky wave of the strawberry blonde hair skimming her shoulder. Freckles still sprinkled her nose. Her sun-kissed tan reflected the beach girl she was and had always been.

  Darcy Parks, the little tomboy who lived next door to the Pruitts. Athletically slim, but rounded with more womanly curves than the sixteen-year-old he’d known. But like him, older.

  Her blue-green eyes—like many here on the Shore—reflected the cool depths of the Machipongo Inlet. Becoming aware of her appraising scrutiny, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, striving for a nonchalance he didn’t feel.

  Full of an untried optimism, he’d joined the army right out of high school to fight global terrorism. And his success or failure now depended on the grown-up version of a girl he’d once possessed a great fondness for.

  Eyes flashing, she raised her chin. “Long time no see, Jaxon.” She shouldered past him toward the store.

  His defenses climbed. Not the same girl he remembered. His mistake. He followed Darcy into the shop. Not the welcome he hoped for.

  But after how he’d left things between them the day he reported for Basic, probably the welcome he deserved.

  * * *

  She’d been robbed.

  Though perhaps not in a literal sense. And robbery wasn’t even the worst of it.

  Inside the outfitters shop, Darcy glowered at her best friend’s older brother. “Nepotism doesn’t become you, Jaxon.”

  Jax leaned one hip against the nearest available surface. Shirley’s desk. Soon to be his.

  Her fingers curled against her thighs. The leaning drove Darcy crazy. Always had.

  When they were children, Jax had leaned against the oak tree, straddling their adjoining backyards. In high school, after football drills, he’d leaned against the gymnasium wall to watch his sister, Anna, and Darcy during volleyball practice.

  Leaning. Always leaning. Had the military taught him nothing? Was the ex–Green Beret incapable of standing upright?

  He cocked his head. “Don’t make this more than it was. A simple business transaction, Darce. Nothing more.”

  She bristled. “Don’t call me Darce.”

  Not only had she lost the chance to buy Shirley Pruitt’s kayaking company—her dream since high school. Now she had to work for the new owner: Jaxon Pruitt, the bane of her existence.

  But despite the unbridled hostility in her voice, he smiled at her in that half-lidded, ridiculously stomach-quivering way of his. “You didn’t have the money to buy her out. I did.”

  “You don’t have the experience to run the business.” She ignored the fluttery feeling in her belly. “I do.”

  He shrugged. “We’re at an impasse, then.”

  Jax was the poster boy for too-handsome-to-be-real. A perfect specimen of Uncle Sam’s finest with his almost-grown-out military haircut.

  He crossed his arms across his navy blue shirt. “How can we work this out?”

  An outrageous combination of charm coupled with an aggravating self-confidence. And judging from the rippling muscles underneath his T-shirt, a hint of something slightly dangerous.

  He opened his arms shoulder width. “I’m willing to do anything it takes to make this work.” Shoulders that tapered to the narrow waist of his jeans.

  She wrinkled her nose. “Frankly, Jaxon, I don’t care what you—”

  The bell clattered above the glass-fronted door, and Shirley burst inside. A little boy clung to her sturdy hand. She looked as if she’d been through a whirlwind.

  Darcy found it hard to swallow past a sudden lump in her throat. His mouth encircled by a ring of powdered sugar, the little guy was all Jax. Dark eyes, dark hair. So, so cute.

  One day, he’d be handsome. As handsome as his dad. Jax would have to fight the girls off his son with a stick.

  Jax crouched eye level to the child. “Looks like you enjoyed the Long Johns.” He ruffled his son’s hair.

  But the small boy moved, putting himself out of reach of his father. Darcy’s stomach knotted at the stark pain on Jax’s face.

  Shirley nudged the boy. “Tell your dad who we ran into at the Sandpiper.”

  The child inserted a thumb into his mouth. “No.”

  Hands on his thighs, Jax rocked onto his heels. “It’s okay, Aunt Shirley. With my multiple deployments, Brody and I spent a lot of time apart. We’re still getting reacquainted.”

  It wasn’t okay. And from her taut expression, Shirley didn’t think so, either.

  “We ran into your mother, Darcy.” Shirley laid her calloused hand on Brody’s shoulder. “Agnes was quite taken with this little guy.”

  Darcy got on her knees in front of Brody. “Long Johns are my favorite, too.”

  Unmoving, the too-solemn child studied her.

  Jax cleared his throat. “Son, I’d like you to meet my friend Darcy.”

  “Friend?” She and Anna had been BFFs. Him? Not so much.

  A muscle ticked in his jaw. “We weren’t enemies, were we?”

  No, they hadn’t been enemies.

  Taking his thumb out of his mouth, Brody made a V with two fingers. “Me two.” He uncurled another finger. “Thwee.”

  She turned to Jax for a translation.

  “Brody will be three years old in September.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “We’re working on his r’s.”

  The child jabbed his thumb into his chest. “Me big.”

  “You are a big boy.” She gave Brody an approving look. “A very big, strong boy.”

  He nodded, as somber as an undertaker. “Me Bwody Pwoo-it.”

  Darcy’s heart turned over in her chest. “Hello, Brody Pruitt.” She smiled at him.

  Catching her by surprise, Brody touched a strand of her hair. “Pwetty.”

  She blushed. “Thank you, Brody.”

  Jax broadened his chest. “Good taste runs in his genes.”

  “Loves the ladies, does he?” She sneered at Jax. “Apples never fall far.”

  With his long legs extended and crossed at his booted ankles, Jax leaned his elbow on the counter. “I’ve always had a particular affection for trees.”

  Flushing, she shot to her feet so fast the room went cattywampus.

  Instantly upright, Jax rea
ched for her arm. “Darce?”

  Anger—swift and hot—churned her gut. At his easy familiarity with her name. At...everything. She shook off his hand.

  His face fell. “I didn’t mean—”

  “You never mean to do anything, do you, Jaxon?” She clenched her teeth.

  “The two of you need to get it together.” Shirley’s forehead creased. “There’s an excursion booked for Tuesday.”

  Darcy folded her arms. “I’m sure Jaxon can figure out whatever he needs to know.”

  His face pinched and sad, Brody stood knee-high between Shirley and Jax. And Darcy almost weakened. But Jaxon Pruitt and his son weren’t her problem.

  “I—I have to go.” She rushed through the door as if her sanity depended on it. Where Jaxon Pruitt was concerned, it was not beyond the realm of possibility.

  Stumbling outside, she stared at the gazebo on the village square. This couldn’t be happening to her. There had to be some mistake.

  But there was no mistake. Knuckle under to working with Jaxon Pruitt or find herself unemployed. Her choice.

  Shirley stepped onto the porch. “Darcy... Please try to understand.”

  Darcy wheeled around. “You said whenever you decided to retire, you’d give me first dibs on buying the business.”

  She raised her eyebrow. “Did I say that?”

  “You certainly led me to believe that. I believed we were friends.”

  Shirley had never fit into what most of her generation considered a proper role for a Southern woman. Instead of marriage and motherhood, she operated a successful water sports business. She was one of the first people to grasp the importance of ecotourism. She was also an environmental advocate in preserving the pristine beauty of the Delmarva Peninsula, bordered by the Atlantic on the east and the Chesapeake Bay on the west.

  “We are friends, Darcy.” Shirley’s trim, athletic figure belied her sixty-plus years. “I need you to trust me when I tell you this arrangement is going to work out best for all of us.”

  Feeling the cool wind off the harbor, Darcy wrapped her bare arms around herself. “I’m sorry, but I don’t see how any of this is in my best interest.”

  “Jaxon needs the shop more than you do.”

  This was so unfair. She’d spent years working her way to becoming Shirley’s manager. She’d saved her money in preparation for one day assuming ownership.

  “What about my ecotour certification? He doesn’t have that.” Darcy set her jaw. “Nor any experience in this business.”

  “He worked here in high school, like you.”

  Until Jax had graduated, joined the army and married overseas. She could feel pink breaching the collar of her cotton shirt. One of the downsides to being a strawberry blonde. Her every emotion was always on display.

  But of all the people in the world, why did the new owner have to be him?

  “Jaxon is struggling to readjust to civilian life, Darcy.”

  She threw out her hands. “So give him a job, Shirley. We hire extra people over the summer.”

  “Jaxon needs more than a part-time job. He needs a purpose. And a steady income to support his child. They need a home.”

  Darcy had a hard time envisioning Anna’s footloose, marginally reckless, ever charming brother with a child. Or married. Except now he was a widower.

  Her mouth thinned. “So you’re saying this is my patriotic duty?”

  “I’m only asking you to stay till summer’s end. Help Jaxon learn the ropes.”

  Darcy shook her head. “He’s your nephew. And I don’t get your sudden need to retire.”

  “The timing of his return is a godsend.” Shirley’s eyes danced. “I’ve met someone.”

  Darcy blinked. “Who? When?”

  “In January, during the winter kayaking season. He lives next door to my condo in the Keys.” Shirley’s no-nonsense face glowed. “He’s retired Coast Guard. Like me, he loves to feel the sand between his toes.”

  This was so unlike the Shirley she’d always known, she was almost speechless. “Why haven’t you said anything?”

  Shirley shook her head. “You know how it is in Kiptohanock. Everybody in everybody else’s business. I didn’t want my family knowing until I was sure about the next step with Frank.”

  “But to leave everything? For a man you barely know?”

  “Frank’s a widower. His children and grandchildren are settled in Florida.” Shirley sighed. “I’m willing to relocate for the sake of our relationship.”

  “Have you at least talked to my dad?”

  “Your father, my pastor, gave me some good advice, which I intend to follow. It’s time for a change in my life.” Acquired after a lifetime of gauging sea horizons, Shirley’s crow’s-feet fanned into half-moons of joy.

  In light of her obvious happiness, Darcy surrendered to the inevitable. “So what can I do to help?”

  “Come winter, I’d like you to take over running the business in the Keys.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. She’d always longed to travel. Now she’d get her chance. Though it would mean leaving everyone and everything she loved behind.

  “But meanwhile...” Shirley took a deep breath. “Help me by helping my nephew find a place for himself here with his son.”

  Anything but that. Darcy squeezed her eyes shut. Thready panic fluttered like butterfly wings in her belly. “The Eastern Shore business for the Florida Keys branch?”

  Shirley must’ve sensed her wavering resistance. “Please? You won’t be sorry. I promise.”

  Darcy was already sorry. But as the daughter of the seaside hamlet’s beloved Reverend Parks, she was nothing if not dutiful. The business would fail without her expertise. Jaxon would fail. Was she willing to stand by and watch that happen?

  “If I agree...and that’s a big if, Shirley,” Darcy said, gritting her teeth. “I might consider helping once it gets busy, but when it comes to working with Jaxon on a daily basis, I can’t make any promises.”

  “Just give it a try, and then come to Florida. If you decide that’s what you truly want to do.”

  Darcy grimaced. “What else would I do? It’s not like I have many options.” Story of her life. And she was so sick of her life.

  Not the only one who needed a change, maybe Shirley was right. Who wouldn’t want to spend the winter in tropical Florida? Maybe this plan was best. Darcy just had to live through a summer of Jax.

  Her heart sank.

  When it came to Jaxon Pruitt, it was easier said than done.

  Copyright © 2018 by Lisa Carter

  ISBN-13: 9781488090509

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