The Taming of Delaney Fortune. Michelle Major
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most handsome,” the man murmured with a deep chuckle.
“Absolutely,” Shannon agreed with a bright laugh. “But don’t tell the rest of them I said so. Cisco, this is Delaney Fortune, the baby of the family.”
“Not quite a baby,” Delaney muttered, feeling her cheeks flame.
Handsome was an understatement for Cisco Mendoza. He was several inches taller than Delaney, with broad shoulders under his dark jacket and crisp white shirt that tapered to a lean waist. His eyes were the richest brown she’d ever seen, and his thick dark hair looked like it had been styled for a photo shoot. She tugged at her bouncy blond curls, which had taken an hour in hot rollers to create but suddenly felt too girlish.
“You two get to know each other.” Shannon looked over Delaney’s shoulder. “I owe Galen the next dance.”
Before Delaney could argue, Shannon had disappeared toward the center of the dance floor.
“It’s lovely to meet you,” Cisco said, his voice smooth like the finest whiskey. Delaney didn’t actually drink whiskey, but that’s how she imagined it. Smooth with the subtlest hint of sin.
She realized he was staring at her, waiting for her to answer. One side of his mouth quirked, as if he could see how flustered she felt standing in front of him.
Delaney wasn’t thrown off balance very often, and it made her skin itch. The bodice of her strapless gown suddenly felt too tight and she struggled to draw in a normal breath.
“You, too,” she said, surprised that her voice was steady. “It means a lot to Gabi to have her family here. Do you like Horseback Hollow? How long are you in town?” She clapped a hand over her mouth to stop the babbling.
Cisco’s grin widened, and for a moment Delaney forgot her own name, the fact she was in the barn that felt like a second home, surrounded by people she’d known her whole life. All she could see was this man and his wicked smile.
“It means a great deal to us to be with her on this day,” he said slowly, as if speaking to a child. “I do like Horseback Hollow, and I’m not sure how long I’ll be in town.” He cocked his head as the music started again, a slow ballad this time.
Delaney tilted her head, mimicking his movement before snapping out of her lust-induced haze. A man like Cisco was not for her, but something about him...
“Would you care to dance?” he asked softly.
She stared at his outstretched hand, wanting nothing in the world as much as she wanted to step into his arms. She thought about her hand on that broad shoulder, her nose pressed into his throat. He would smell wonderful—she had no doubt. She practically burned with the need to touch him.
“Delaney,” he said, a little louder now. “Dance with me?”
She almost slid her hand into his, allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor. Her fingers trembled in anticipation as she lifted them. But at the last minute she pulled her hand tight to her middle.
“Nope, sorry,” she said on a ragged breath. “Gotta go.” And with that, she turned and ran for the door.
A warm breeze blew across the Texas plains as Cisco Mendoza adjusted his cowboy hat. A thin bead of sweat trailed its way down his back. The temperature remained pleasant so early on this April morning, which meant the sweat was from nerves instead. He rolled his shoulders to force himself to relax.
Cisco didn’t do nerves.
Back in Miami, he was known for his ability to manage even the most contentious real estate deals with his signature mix of coolness and charm. But Horseback Hollow, Texas, was a far piece from South Florida. Still, a deal was a deal and if Cisco was good at one thing in his life, it was closing the deal.
“This project takes vision,” he said to the man standing next to him. “And we both know Alden Moore has vision. It’s one of the ways he’s built Moore Entertainment to be the success it is now.”
Kent Stephens, the regional VP of Marketing and Development for Moore Entertainment, not to mention Cisco’s new boss, nodded. “Mr. Moore has vision, all right, and these condos are a big part of it. He has high expectations for Cowboy Country, but the pushback from the locals in town has become a thorn in all of our sides.” He flipped a rock off to the side with the toe of his expensive loafer. “Those Fortunes won’t give us a chance and their influence seems to run all the way to Lubbock.” He pointed at Cisco. “Which, as we discussed, is where you come in. You’ve got pull with them and we need you to use it.”
“Right.” Cisco gave Kent a reassuring smile. “My sister is married to Jude Fortune Jones and you know that branch of the family wields a lot of power around town.” Before Kent could respond, Cisco walked back toward his truck, across the open land he planned to help develop into luxury condos. It was true his younger sister, Gabi, had married Jude a couple of months ago right here in town, but as far as the Fortune influence in Horseback Hollow, that was pure guesswork. Jude had a bunch of brothers and sisters plus a horde of Fortune cousins in the area, so Cisco figured he couldn’t be too far off the mark.
He’d originally come to Horseback Hollow just for Gabi’s wedding, but when he’d heard about Moore’s plans to develop the Western-themed amusement park and related real estate, Cisco had decided to stick around. He was busy and successful with his real estate projects in Miami. But recently he’d begun feeling restless and a little bored with the endless stream of business lunches, rounds of golf and nights spent with the who’s who of South Beach. He loved his life but attributed his change in attitude to a childhood spent moving from place to place as his family followed his father’s career in the air force. Cisco wasn’t the type of guy to put down roots, and he always enjoyed the thrill of a new challenge.
Too bad his expertise in Miami didn’t mean much to his new bosses in Horseback Hollow. What had been more important to them was his connection to the influential Fortune family—a connection that was tenuous at best. Gabi loved her new in-laws, and his father, Orlando, seemed a bit smitten with Josephine Fortune Chesterfield, the matriarch of the British branch of the clan. Cisco hadn’t gotten close to any of the Fortunes personally, something he knew was going to need to change quickly.
“When can we get a meeting on the books with your Fortune friends?” Kent followed him across the empty field. “Cowboy Country is scheduled to open next month, and Mr. Moore wants to break ground on the condos by the end of the summer. The condos are new territory for Moore Entertainment, so we want outside investors to support this project. They need to be lined up in short order and catching a Fortune will go a long way toward attracting other important players around this part of Texas.”
Cisco glanced over his shoulder at the other man. Moore Entertainment had bought this huge tract of land near the planned amusement park for the express purpose of developing condos to expand the Cowboy Country brand. From what Cisco could tell, Kent was a decent guy, in his late fifties and totally devoted to his job. He’d relocated to Horseback Hollow from Chicago to dedicate his time exclusively to Cowboy Country. Cisco knew Kent had a lot riding on the success of this venture. Everyone at Moore Entertainment did.
“I’ll bring you the investors.” Cisco kept his answer purposefully vague. “Closing the deal is my specialty.”
“As long as the Fortunes are part of the deal, we’re all good.” Kent opened the trunk of his expensive BMW and pulled out a roll of paper. He closed the trunk, then spread the sheets across the gleaming black surface. Cisco had to give the guy credit—it was no easy feat to keep a car so clean with all the dust out on the plains of Texas. For the next twenty minutes, they discussed the plans for the Cowboy Condos, including a marketing strategy and target market. Cisco had his first niggling of doubt as he looked at drawings of stucco buildings with windows shaped like boots. He was used to dealing with extremely upscale developments and while