Lassoed Into Marriage

From free-range cowboy to down-home daddy! When pilot Lisa Phillips was named coguardian of her niece she did everything by the book: clipped her wings, took cooking classes and settled down to be a stand-in mom. But she hadn't planned on playing house with her "frenemy"—freewheeling rodeo rider and good-time cowboy Brett Sullivan. Sully stared down one-ton bulls on a daily basis, but a three-year-old girl struck terror into his heart. And so did the type A "Ice Queen" Lisa. She was too tempting…too dangerous. More than anything Sully wanted to melt her heart…and for the first time he wanted what he couldn't have—a real family with her and their little girl. About the AuthorChristine Wenger has worked in the criminal justice field for many years. She has a master's degree in probation & parole administration & sociology from Fordham University, but the knowledge gained from such studies certainly has not prepared her for what she loves to do--write romance!A native central New Yorker, she enjoys watching bull riding & rodeo with her favorite cowboy, her husband Jim. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.The door of the huge, white Victorian opened and Brett "Sully" Sullivan walked in, his cowboy boots making a dull thud on the gleaming hardwood floor.Standing in the middle of the great room, he seemed to be larger than life, larger than the room. He held his black cowboy hat to one side, nervously turning it between his thumb and index finger.Lisa Phillips hadn't seen Sully in three years, and time had been good to him. His pitch-black hair was cut short with haphazard peaks on the top, and it gave him a devil-may-care look that fit his personality. Without the boots and hat and in his gray suit and maroon tie, he looked more like a lawyer than the bull rider that he was."Where's Rose?" Sully asked, his turquoise-blue eyes full of concern."She's in her room. My parents and your parents are putting her to bed," Lisa answered, spooning sugar into her coffee.He nodded then shifted on his feet. He seemed not to know whether to stay or go. He probably wanted to retreat back into his motor home instead of trying to make polite conversation with neighbors and relatives who were paying their respects.Lisa would just like to fly to some place tropical. Some place where she could soak up the rays and water on a beach…and maybe stop crying."Is that coffee?" Sully finally asked."Yes. And it's hot and strong."He pulled out a chair next to her and helped himself from the pot that someone had graciously put in front of her on a silver tray. She noticed that he drank his black—just like a tough cowboy should.Lisa thought back to the day of Rose's christening. She and Sully were Rose's godparents and it had been a festive affair. No, it was a festive weekend—in direct contrast to today.The evening of the christening, Rick and Carol, Sully's brother and her sister, had called a meeting with the two of them and asked them to be Rose's guardians in case something happened to them.Lisa was stunned yet flattered that she had been chosen to see to Rose's upbringing.Then the unthinkable happened.Rick and Carol were gone now. Deceased. Their car had hydroplaned during a rainstorm and hit a bridge support. Rose was with them in the car, but she escaped without a scratch, safely belted into her car seat.The realization that she'd never see her sister, Carol, again rocked her from her hair roots to her toes, and tears pooled in her eyes. When would she ever stop crying?And Rose. She was an orphan now. And she and Sully were Rose's guardians."Sully?""Yeah?"He turned to her. His blue eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot. For a second, she felt sorry for the cowboy. Rick was his brother and her brother-in-law. She had loved Rick, too."Remember sitting here three years ago?" she asked. "Rick and Carol had us sign guardianship papers.""Yeah.""We're Rose's guardians now.""I know." He pushed his cowboy hat back with a thumb. "I never thought in a million years that—""Me, either. I'm not cut out to be a mother.""I'll be the worst father in the world.""What was my sister thinking?""My brother must have been drunk."Lisa took a sip of coffee. It was too strong, so she added more cream. "What do we do now?""Damned if I know."Lisa kicked off her heels and shrugged out of her black blazer that matched her black skirt. Sighing, she thought how she hated the suit, which she reserved for funerals.In the mirror on the wall she noticed that her pale blond hair had frizzed in the drizzling rain at the cemetery. Her face looked drained of all color despite the makeup she'd applied.She was trying to hold her emotions together, but she felt another wave of tears threatening. All she wanted to do was to find the nearest bedroom, pull the comforter over her head and sleep. When she woke, she'd find that all of this had just been a nightmare.Before they could talk anymore, the doorbell rang and more neighbors arrived, carrying casseroles and cakes. Lisa let the capable Mrs. Turner from across the street handle everything, bless her.As if someone had turned up the volume on a TV talk show, the high-ceilinged room came alive with noise. Both sets of their parents, Gordon and Betsy Sullivan and Clyde and Melanie Phillips, were deep in discussion. It soon reached a crescendo."We can take the child," Betsy said. "We have more than enough room at our Palm Beach condo. Eighth floor. Great views.""You can't raise Rose in a condo," Melanie argued. "We live in a child-friendly commune in Kentucky. She'll have a lot of children to play with.""And to dig a new outhouse with at your commune," Gordon added."How dare you!" Melanie pointed a finger at him. Former army colonel or not, she wasn't going to tolerate that kind of slam against her parents from Sully's father.Sully stood up from the table, oozing authority. "That's enough," he said firmly.Lisa nodded. "I don't want Rose to hear her grandparents snapping at one another. Rose's guardians have already been decided, and Sully and I are them!""I don't want any fighting," Sully said. "And I'm sure that you already know about Carol and Rick's wishes."A deep voice cut through the noise. "I'm sure that they know, too."Everyone turned in the direction of a distinguished white-haired man in a three-piece suit."I'm Carol and Rick's lawyer, Glen Randolph. I'm so sorry to interrupt, but my clients, who were also my good friends, warned me that this would happen. So while everyone is still here, I'd like to meet with Rose's grandparents and Brett and Lisa." The lawyer looked around at the guests who had stopped their conversations to listen. "Let's adjourn to Rick's office."The capable Mrs. Turner waved them away and called for the remaining guests to help themselves at the buffet table.Little Rose's relatives followed the lawyer soundlessly, single file.After they all took a seat, they looked at him expectedly."Like I said, I'm Glen Randolph, and I was a personal friend of Carol and Rick." He paused, making eye contact with each of them. He opened an accordion folder and pulled out a handful of typed papers. "As you know, they named Brett and Lisa as Rose's guardians, and—""Sully? Are you aware that my son lives in a motor home?" Gordon Sullivan interrupted. "He's a shiftless bull rider, for heaven's sake. He travels from one bull riding event to the next. What can he offer a three-year-old?"Gordon's face was red, and Lisa thought he was going to have a heart attack. Although she wasn't a Sully fan, she didn't particularly like what Gordon was saying about him.Oh, all right, she might as well admit that she thought the same thing about Sully.Sully bit down on his lower lip. "Rick trusted me with his daughter. I won't let him down.""And I won't let Carol down," Lisa added."How can you say that?" Her mother rolled her eyes. "You're just like Sully, Lisa. You can't stay in one place long enough to raise a child. You fly those diesel-guzzling biohazard planes all over creation. You pay good money for an apartment that you're never at. How do you expect to raise a three-year-old?"I'm just like Sully?No way!"You two are going to make quite the couple," her father said."We're not a couple," Lisa stated."That's for sure," Sully added under his breath.Sully tapped his fingers on Rick's desk. His large turquoise ring bobbed up and down. This was the same ring he had been wearing three years ago at Rose's christening. Lisa remembered it. Funny, she remembered a lot of things about him.And even though she didn't care a fig about him, for some reason she looked for him on TV when the Professional Bull Riders events were on. He was riding hot lately and was near the top in the standings.He couldn't ride and take care of Rose at the same time.She couldn't fly and take care of Rose at the same time.Lisa swallowed hard. She needed an income. She needed to fly. She was a pilot. That's what she did. That's what she was.The lawyer continued, "I will be making surprise visits to ensure Rose is thriving under their care. This is as per the instructions of Carol and Rick. They have also left a generous stipend for the care of Rose, which I'll dispense monthly for her needs. Carol and Rick also requested that Rose be raised in this house and have left it to Lisa and Brett. It's paid in full. There is also a trust fund for Rose for when she either goes to college or turns twenty-one. They have also left a personal note for Lisa and Brett."Mr. Randolph handed the letter to Lisa. "You might want to read it at a later date.""Thank you," Lisa mumbled, looking at her name and Sully's written on the envelope in Carol's rolling script. Tears stung her eyes. She'd never be able to pick up the phone and talk to Carol again or hop a plane and visit whenever she needed a vacation or a "Rose fix.""I know that this is probably overwhelming at this sad time," Mr. Randolph said. "But if Lisa and Sully decide that they cannot accept guardianship, or if they fail my evaluation, then Rose will be awarded to the grandparents. Six months with one pair, and then six months with the other."The grandparents perked up, but Lisa was appalled. She had forgotten about the six-month split! That wasn't the answer, either. It would be too hard on Rose, too disruptive. Certainly everyone could see that!Everyone except the grandparents. No doubt they were already mentally packing Rose's bags, certain that she and Sully would fail."An...