Roped In. Crystal Green
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like this.”
He let go of her root beer–colored curl, even though it seemed as if he didn’t really want to.
Or was she imagining that?
“So…” she said over the band’s music.
He had to take off his hat, then lean in to hear, and the intimacy kept her body thudding and bumping. Damn, he smelled good, like he’d just gotten out of the shower. Her lips throbbed from being so close to his cheek.
“You’re back on the ranch?” she added.
He nodded, turning his face toward her so he could answer. When he spoke, he warmed her ear, making her realize that his mouth was only a kiss away.
“Tommy recently left with his family for greener pastures with his wife’s family in east Texas,” he said. “And my mom’s off visiting my aunt in Oklahoma for a while.”
“You’ve taken over?”
“I suppose I have.”
He sounded amused by the turn of events, but something in his tone also hinted of a darker reason for his return to Pine Junction.
But before she could ask about that, he’d already gone back to being that outlaw, one thumb hooked through a belt loop, his gaze lowered as he moved to speak in her ear again.
“Rumor has it that you’re looking to do business with an out-of-towner.”
Something took a nosedive in her chest. This didn’t sound like flirting any more.
“A neighbor’s business is always my business,” he said, “especially if it concerns the introduction of dudes.”
Definitely not flirting.
So much for fantasy. Shane Carter had come across the room to merely talk business to his next-door neighbor.
And you know what? It made Nicki bristle, because she knew that, in his eyes, she still had to be the little-sister type to him, the girl in pigtails he’d protected from his father’s anger once upon a time.
That wasn’t her anymore, especially tonight of all nights.
“Do you think city people are going to pollute Pine Junction?” she asked. “Is that what you’re afraid of, Carter?”
“I have my concerns, seeing as your land borders my family’s. Do you have any idea how selling out to a dude operation is going to change the tenor of the town?”
Selling out. That stung, mostly because she had thought good and hard about it. But, the truth was, plenty of Pine Junction’s citizens were just as hard up for money as she was. In fact, she was in competition with some of the other ranches for the investment firm’s favor, and their representative would be making visits to some of their spreads, too.
“Is that why you came back?” she asked, leveling her tone. “To make sure a dude resort won’t cheapen Pine Junction with spas and four-star restaurants?”
“That’s one among many reasons.”
His jaw had gone tight. Her heartbeat punched up, and hyperactive butterflies flew through her belly.
Then he ran another long gaze down Nicki, as if taking a different view of her.
Her skin flamed as his slow gaze turned into something much more, roaming right back up her body, leaving a trail of tingling, addictive shivers in his wake.
Nicki’s sex clenched, priming itself for something it hadn’t had in a long time.
The tingles blazed upward, sending prickles of heat through her—like flames eating their way out from under her skin. Beneath her bodice, her nipples went sensitive, peaking, and she wanted to be touched as thoroughly as she’d been looked at.
Then Shane raised an eyebrow, as if she’d totally misinterpreted his glance, and her reverie shattered into a thousand heartbreaking pieces.
This wasn’t a fantasy at all, and that’s what she’d always been afraid of with Shane.
2
AS NICKI WADE WALKED away from Shane, he almost stopped her.
Almost.
When Shane had first seen her across the room, he hadn’t actually recognized her. His body had only reacted to a punch of lust straight to the gut at the sight of a slender, toned woman in a sexy dress, her curls swept up into a bohemian mass, one corkscrew escaping to tickle a long, seductive neck.
He hadn’t been able to glance away, his groin thudding with every kick of his pulse.
Then…
Then he’d seen little Nicki Wade under the surface.
Nicki, who used to wear that crazy hair of hers in pigtails…until one day.
Shane remembered something now—a time just before he’d left Pine Junction. A day when he’d done a double take at her.
She’d been with her friends at the annual spring rodeo, and it’d been the first time he’d seen her with her hair down. A glimpse of who she’d be one day set off a burst of attraction in him that he’d quickly tamped down. After all, she was Nicki Wade and she was fifteen, way too young for a guy on the edge of graduation—a guy who spent too much time being watched by the sheriff because of drag racing and hell raising.
A guy too fast for a sweet girl like her.
He’d forgotten all about that until now. But it didn’t matter so much. Shane would be damned if he didn’t tell her what he thought about getting too cozy with that skunk of a business that had contacted him just this morning about his own family ranch, the Slanted C.
Shane had laughed off the representative, a man named Russell Alexander. What made Alexander think that the Carters would be interested in converting their spread into a dude resort? The businessman hadn’t come right out and said it, but Shane had the feeling the guy knew that the Slanted C was in just as much trouble as the Square W+W.
And here Shane had thought he’d been doing so well in hiding that fact. No one in town realized just how far Tommy and his idiotic get-rich-quick investments had put the ranch in jeopardy. To make matters worse, the recession had taken every penny Shane had in savings, and his family was already in loans up to their necks—not that he’d ever let anyone know. If there was one thing Shane had always been, it was proud, and he knew he could be more of a man than his dad or Tommy; he would be the one to get the Slanted C turned around. But he would also do it for his mom’s sake, since the ranch had come from her side of the family and he was bound and determined to make sure she had the home she’d grown up in and loved for the rest of her life.
And he wasn’t about to go dude to accomplish any of that.
He could almost hear his father browbeating him because, somehow, he would’ve found a way to blame Shane for this entire mess: Didn’t I teach you any business sense, you moron? Don’t you have one lick of smarts in that head of yours?
Tommy’s part in it wouldn’t have mattered: Shane was the one whom his dad expected to help out on the ranch, like any good son. And Barry Carter would’ve probably even ignored how Shane’s older brother had left Pine Junction with his tail between his legs, retreating to his wife’s family for some support.
Maybe Shane was just meant to take the brunt of everything, as he’d done whenever Dad let his anger get the better of him with Mom. Taking the brunt back then had been instinctive, a protective urge that he’d hidden well from most everyone except his family.
It hadn’t been anyone’s business but the Carters’, anyway, yet taking the brunt had forged him into a man early.
Very early.
His gaze was still on Nicki as she wove through a crowd of cowboys, away from him.
Yeah,