Christmas cowboy, p.21
Christmas Cowboy, page 21
part #4 of Hope Eternal Ranch Series
Someone had taken Scalloped Potato back to her stall long ago, and Jill went over to the throne, where Slate still sat. She climbed into the seat with him and draped her legs over his. “Thank you, Slate,” she said.
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He smiled at her and closed his eyes. “It was a lot of work, though. We should start looking for a new Cowboy Claus right now so I don’t have to do it next year.”
“You’re so good at the yeehaw-haw-haw! though.”
They laughed together, and Slate lifted his arm so Jill could curl into his side. “I love you,” Jill said. “Those were some pretty great new memories made, right?”
“Yeah,” he said, sighing. “I hope those kids get all the things they want for Christmas.”
“No one gets everything they want for Christmas,” she said.
“I have.” He tracked his fingers up her arm and back down.
“Is that right? And what does Cowboy Claus want for Christmas?”
“Hm,” he said. “I think he just has one thing on his list.”
“Has he been naughty or nice?”
“Cowboy Claus is nothing but nice,” Slate said, sliding to the edge of the straw seat. “Come on. I’ll show you what I want.” He extended his hand toward her, and she put hers in his.
“Is it far? Because I’m tired and can barely walk in these shoes.”
“It’s not far,” he said. “It’s right over here.” He took the few steps to the rustic cabinet in the corner of the fake country room where Cowboy Claus lived. He opened the drawer, and Jill had just started to peer around his back to see what he held when he turned and dropped to one knee.
“Jill Kyle,” he said, and Jill squealed. She clapped one hand over her mouth, and her eyes could not get wider. She could not drink in Slate down on that one knee, holding that dark blue jewelry box, and wearing a ridiculous cowboy Santa suit any faster.
She wanted to freeze time and live in this moment forever.
He grinned at her. “I’m in love with you. I want Christmastime to be a source of joy and happiness for us, and I couldn’t think of anything better to do to make that happen than to ask you to be my wife.”
He opened the box and a blindingly white diamond sat there, nestled in dark, silky fabric.
Jill’s eyes filled with tears as she looked from the ring to her forever love. “Yes,” she said.
“I haven’t asked yet,” he said.
“You did too,” she argued.
“No, I said I couldn’t think of anything better than to ask you. I haven’t actually asked yet.” He shook his head, his smile still in place, though. “You’re always jumping the gun.”
“Sorry,” she said, giddiness gathering up inside her. She bounced on the balls of her feet. “Go on, then. Ask me.”
He just looked at her, that perma-grin so fake.
“I’m going to say no this time,” she said, and he burst out laughing.
When he sobered, he said, “Jill Kyle, will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she said, practically shooting the word out of her mouth. “Yes, yes, I’ll marry you!” She squealed again and launched herself at Slate, who barely managed to save the ring and catch her at the same time.
She placed a sloppy kiss to his mouth, both of them laughing. Well, Jill was half-laughing and half-crying, but they were both because of something amazing. She found herself kneeling with him as he slid the ring on the appropriate finger, and this time, when their mouths met, it was for a proper Christmas engagement kiss.
He pulled away too soon for her liking, and he helped her to her feet. He turned toward where she normally stood, and asked, “Did you get it?”
“All of it,” Luke said, striding forward and handing Slate his phone. “It’s pretty epic.”
Slate took his phone and held it out in front of both of them, swiping through the pictures Luke had taken. He stalled on one, where he was down on that one knee, the ring box held out in front of him, his face turned up toward her, lit with hope and love.
She had her hands clasped against her breast, her face tilted down toward his, lit with anticipation and joy.
“This one,” he said.
“It’s perfect,” she said. “Though I hate this costume. I’m burning it, and I’m finding one that’s not made of felt for next year.” She looked up at him. “You’ll have to come up with the money in the budget.”
“Oh, I’m going to start putting a few dollars away every month for air conditioning for this event,” he said. “You can count on that.”
She grinned at him, and he grinned at her, and he said, “I was a pretty good Christmas cowboy, wasn’t I?”
“The best,” Jill agreed. “Will you send me that picture so I can send it to my mama?”
“Absolutely.” He did, but Jill didn’t take out her phone when it buzzed in her pocket. Instead, she reached up and took off Slate’s cowboy hat. She ran her fingers down the side of his face, the moment turning serious and charged in that single movement.
“I love you, cowboy,” she said. “Winter, spring, summer, fall, Christmas. I can’t wait to be yours for all of them.”
“I love you too, Jill.” When he spoke her name like that, coated with such care and such love, Jill’s whole heart melted. “You’re all I need for Christmas, and for forever.”
He kissed her, and Jill saw a future of love, hope, and happiness with this tender-hearted cowboy.
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WISHFUL COWBOY, 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. He closed the door and watched his friend go back and forth.
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.
WISHFUL COWBOY, 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.
