Wishful cowboy, p.1
Wishful Cowboy, page 1
part #5 of Hope Eternal Ranch Series
Wishful Cowboy
Hope Eternal Ranch Romance, Book 5
Elana Johnson
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
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Chapter One
Luke Holt lay in the bed where he’d slept for a few months—the last few months of his prison sentence. Axle lay on his feet, the warmth from the dog’s body seeping into Luke and making him sweat. He hadn’t gone to bed with the pooch, but the dog wandered back and forth between the two bedrooms connected by the Jack-and-Jill bathroom.
He listened for the sound of Slate’s breathing, but he couldn’t hear it. It was still odd, even nine months later, to not be in the same room with over a dozen other men and all the noises they made in their sleep.
Luke blew a fan at night, mostly to combat his body’s natural furnace tendencies. But also to mask any sounds that might wake him.
He’d slept better here at Hope Eternal Ranch than he had anywhere else since leaving. He frowned, not sure what that meant. He’d never thought he’d stay here the way everyone else had. The problem was, there wasn’t much for him out in the world either.
“At least there’s no snow in Vegas,” he muttered as he rolled over. Axle got up and moved, padding up the length of Luke’s body, turning, and leaning right against his back. Luke didn’t complain, because it sure was nice to have another living, breathing thing so close to him.
The dark gray light filtering into the room told him it wasn’t quite dawn yet. He wasn’t getting up yet—and he wouldn’t get up when the sun did. He didn’t work here anymore, and as today was his last full day in Texas, he and the rest of the boys from River Bay were going fishing.
Fishing.
Such a mundane thing to do. But Nate had requested it as his Christmas gift, and no one in the group could deny Nathaniel Mulbury. Least of all Luke.
With his eyes closed, he thought of the first time he’d met Nate. His first night in prison. He’d been a fighter before, and it was his natural instinct to have conversations with his fists instead of his words. He didn’t have to talk to his opponents. He didn’t have to care how they felt. All he’d cared about was winning.
He’d done a lot of that, and he believed his prison sentence to be an injustice to him. He still felt that way, and if he dwelt on it for too long, his anger caused his fingers to clench and his jaw to tighten. Then all Luke wanted to do was start swinging.
He deliberately breathed in and pushed the air out. Can’t change the past, he told himself. Accept what’s happened, and move on.
He was getting much better at actually doing what he thought. Since seeing Slate overcome the demons in his past, Luke figured it was time for him to practice what he’d been preaching.
Yes, he didn’t think he was guilty of any crime. But what he thought didn’t matter.
Nate had taught him that, on that very first night in prison. Luke had picked a fight, because he always felt better when the pent-up energy inside of him flowed out through a jab or an uppercut. Nate had pulled him off a guy half his size and barked right in his face.
“That’s not what we do here, champ. Get control of yourself.”
Luke had gone right after Nate too, shoving him back and taking a swing at that pretty face, but Nate was a bigger man, and had been in prison longer, and he had three guys right there willing to take blows for him.
Ted, Dallas, and Slate.
Luke had faced down all four of them, wondering how they’d formed such a strong brotherhood in prison. How they’d formed a bond at all. He wasn’t great at that, but he’d been willing to try.
Luke had been the last in the group, and he still wasn’t sure how great he fit. The crew had been there for Family Day for Dallas when his wife had filed for divorce and dropped her kids off at her sister’s.
They’d come to visit Luke and Slate when they were the last two left. They’d come and picked them up on their release day.
Ginger had petitioned to have Luke in the re-entry program. He felt a debt of gratitude for her he hadn’t for another person other than his friends in prison.
So maybe you should stay here. He pushed the thought away. His family lived in Las Vegas now, and he had enjoyed being closer to them. They’d moved while he was in River Bay, and his Family Days had consisted of Nate’s brother and Dallas’s wife. Ted never did have much family come to the facility, and neither did Slate.
They both seemed to be thriving now, though. Heck, Nate and Ted had fallen in love by the nine-month mark of their releases, and Luke felt like it was just one more way he was failing.
He tried so hard. Tried and failed, almost all the time.
His mind cleared, and he managed to go back to sleep. He woke when a woman said, “Go on, Axle, you naughty thing. You’re not supposed to be in here.”
He knew the voice, but his eyes were sluggish to open to see her face. In the next moment, the blanket got torn from his body, and the fan he used blasted cold air across his bare torso.
That got his eyes to snap right open. He grunted too, and that was when Hannah Otto said, “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
Luke sat halfway up, his heart pounding in the back of his throat. “Hey,” he said.
“I didn’t know anyone was in here,” she said. “And Slate said he needed a blanket, and…” She trailed off as her eyes moved from his face down his body.
Luke knew he had a lot of muscles. He worked purposely to get them and keep them. He’d loved boxing, and at least half of that was because of the physical conditioning it required.
He liked to run, and he liked to lift weights. With all the muscle he had, it was no wonder he was like a walking furnace—or that he only slept in a pair of thin gym shorts.
Hannah stared at him, her mouth hanging open, and the moment turned awkward. Luke reached for the blanket she still held in her hands, and it came loose easily. He covered himself up as she blinked her way back to the land of the living.
He didn’t know what to say or do. He’d entertained a fairly massive crush on the woman standing in front of him while he’d lived here at Hope Eternal Ranch.
But Hannah had been dating Bill Buckingham at the time, and Bill was one of Luke’s roommates in the Annex. When they’d broken up, Luke had started to form a plan with Jill to ask Hannah to dinner, but in the end, he hadn’t.
In the end, he’d gotten a job with a construction crew and knew he wouldn’t be staying in town. He didn’t think it fair to start a relationship with Hannah that he couldn’t finish, and he’d never asked.
He met her eyes and found her face red and getting redder fast. Without a word, she spun and left the bedroom, the slam of the door behind her making him cringe.
He sighed and looked up to the ceiling. “Really?” He didn’t have any other words for the Lord. Out of all the people who could’ve come in and disturbed his sleep, it had to be Hannah?
She was dating someone else now, and Luke wasn’t surprised. She was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever met in his life, and he was honestly surprised she hadn’t been taken a long time ago.
He wasn’t as surprised that he was still single. He’d never really wanted a girlfriend growing up, because his older brother had had one, and she was so much work. Luke had enjoyed wrestling in high school, and then he’d gotten into boxing immediately afterward.
He hadn’t gone to college, and he’d never wanted to. He liked working with his hands, and he’d thought construction would be a good career for him. The work was hard, and he had to get up early, but he didn’t mind either of those things.
His father was a part-owner in a real estate development firm, and Luke had been working for him since Thanksgiving.
Someone knocked on the door, and Luke said, “Just a sec.” He jumped up from the bed, left the blanket behind, and pulled a T-shirt over his head before opening the door.
Slate stood there, looking over his shoulder as he said something to Nick and Connor down the hall. When he turned back to Luke, he said, “I’m an idiot.” He stepped past Luke into the bedroom and started pacing.
“Why?” Luke asked. “What happened?” Slate felt like the little brother Luke had never had, though he was technically older than Luke. H
He’d done this in prison too, when he needed a couple of seconds to work out his thoughts. It was amazing to Luke how much of a person was ingrained in who they were, and also how much a person could change.
“I forgot Jill and I were going to her parents for brunch in the morning.”
Luke frowned, the dots not lining up. “Okay.”
“I can’t drive you to the airport.”
“Oh.” Luke smiled and ran his hands through his hair. “It’s fine. I’m sure one of the other boys can.”
“They can’t.” Slate stopped pacing and faced him. “When Jill reminded me last night, I asked everyone. Ted and Emma are going to San Antonio to see Missy’s other mom. Dallas and Jess are leaving for Montana tonight. Ginger has a horse she’s taking through a birth, and she wants Nate there, because she’s getting bigger, and she’s worried she’ll need to take a break, and someone has to be there with the horse…”
Slate hung his head as Luke’s mind spun. Everyone had such busy lives…except for him.
“There are tons of cowboys here,” Luke said. “I’ll find someone to take me.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Slate said. “I found someone.”
When he wouldn’t say who, the unrest in Luke’s soul stirred. “It’s not Bill, is it?”
“No.” Slate scoffed. “Give me some credit.”
“Why aren’t you saying who it is?” Luke asked, squinting at Slate. “There’s no credit, unless you somehow got me a ride on a spaceship or something so the drive will only take five seconds.” Luke hated driving in the car. He felt like it was such a waste of time.
“You like this person,” he said.
“Is this a guessing game?” Luke’s patience was already thin, and he hadn’t even showered yet. “Just spit his name out, Slate.”
“It’s not a him,” Slate said. “It’s a her. It’s Hannah.”
Luke opened his mouth to respond and only a guttural squeak came out.
“She seemed really happy and excited to do it,” Slate said in a rush.
“That’s not happening,” Luke growled, the words coming out coated with gruffness and maybe a little distaste. “I can get my own ride to the airport.” Heck, he’d call a cab before he rode for an hour with Hannah Otto. The woman had just fled his room without a word; riding in the car together for even five minutes would be akin to torture—for both of them.
No way. Wasn’t happening.
Chapter Two
Hannah Otto pressed her palms into her hips as she slid her hands over them. These jeans were amazing, delivering everything they’d promised they would from the ad she’d tapped on. They had some sort of magic material in the waist and hips, and they’d slimmed her by at least five pounds. Probably ten.
The flowery shirt she’d paired with them actually lay mostly flat against her stomach, and she stepped into a fashionable pair of cowgirl boots she’d never wear around the ranch. She was a part-time cowgirl at best, and she was truly happiest curled into the couch with a bowl of caramel popcorn and the largest diet cola someone could bring her.
She loved horses and dogs, goats and chickens. She didn’t mind her daily chores of making sure the small animals on the ranch got fed. She even knew how to mend fences, as the goats at Hope Eternal seemed to have a special knack for breaking things. Every morning was an adventure as she walked out to the paddock as the first rays of sun warmed the path beneath her feet.
Hannah had learned to like getting up early, just like she’d learned to like her barrel-sized and shaped midsection and her impossibly thick hair. In high school, she’d shaved the bottom half of her head—everything in the back below her ears—in an attempt to have the same amount of hair as other girls her age.
“All right,” she said with a sigh. She turned and picked up the keys to her car, which she’d only gotten a few days ago. She’d only driven it back to the ranch, and she realized as she went into the kitchen that she should’ve gone out yesterday to practice.
Her nerves needled her, but she managed to pour herself a large amount of coffee into her thermos, add sugar, and a healthy splash of cream. She reached for her purse, which held all of the essentials, and headed outside.
She’d expected to be early, because she was always early. Always ready before everyone else. And yet, she seemed to have fallen behind all of her friends. She put away her jealousy, because it could act like a poison, spreading through her whole system before she even had time to breathe. The antidote worked in a far slower way, and Hannah hated how off-kilter her envy could make her feel.
“Ready?” Luke asked, and Hannah flinched away from him, dropping her keys in the process.
“Oh.” Her humiliation had no end, as she was constantly making a fool of herself in front of the man. Things between them had been much easier before Jill had told her Luke was going to ask her out. She’d gone out to the cabin construction site several times and had intelligent—or at least cohesive—conversations with him.
Since her break-up with Bill, though, everything between her and Luke had shifted. He never had asked, and then he’d left the ranch.
“Here you go.” Luke had bent and retrieved her keys while Hannah stood there mute. She’d done the same thing yesterday, but at least she’d had a good reason then. The man had muscles everywhere. Muscles on top of muscles, and while she’d never seen him work outside without a shirt on, he obviously went shirtless at some point, because his skin had been golden and beautiful.
The familiar heat that had assaulted her yesterday made a reappearance, and she was grateful she’d thought to double-down on the deodorant.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the keys. “Let’s see…unlock…” She found the right button the key fob and pressed it. The car made a satisfying clicking noise, and Hannah beamed at Luke like she’d done an amazing thing by unlocking the car.
“Can you pop the trunk?” he asked. “I just have the one bag.”
“Sure.” Hannah got that job done too, and Luke lifted his bag into the trunk as if it were empty. He met her gaze as he rounded the trunk to the passenger side, and Hannah opened her door to get behind the wheel.
The new car smell filled her nose, and she managed to get the engine started. “Okay.” She flexed her fingers on the steering wheel and looked at all the controls. “This is a brand new car for me. I literally got it a few days ago.”
“It’s nice,” Luke said, sliding his seat back to accommodate his longer legs. “Why did you need a new car?”
“Oh, uh.” She laughed lightly and wished she’d pulled her hair up for this drive. An hour trapped in the car with this man. What in the world were they going to talk about? “I had a little mishap a week or so before Christmas, and my old car got filled with river water.”
“Filled with river water?” Luke chuckled, and Hannah dared to look at him. Their eyes met, and the ice broke into tiny shards. She laughed with him. “That doesn’t sound like a little mishap, Hannah.”
He drawled her name out like a true Texan, and this time, the warmth filling her body was comfortable and wanted.
“I sense a good story,” he said, buckling his seat belt. “You can tell me on the way.” He was so calm, and Hannah wondered how he did that. He probably didn’t have feelings for her anymore. That was how.
Too bad hers hadn’t disappeared, despite her relationship with Chuck Knight. They’d only been seeing each other for a month, but he’d kissed her on the second date, and she could admit that she liked Chuck a whole lot.
They had a decent level of electricity between them, but nothing like the spitting, crackling lightning she felt when Luke got within ten feet of her.
