Good Time Cowboy. Maisey Yates
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other former sister-in-law, Beatrix Leighton—usually called Bea—came in to the room, breathless and smiling. That smile only got bigger when she saw Dane standing there.
“I didn’t know you were coming to town,” she said, her cheeks turning an extremely obvious shade of pink.
Dane, for his part, seemed oblivious to the pinkness of Bea’s cheeks. Which was just as well. Bea was one of the most caring, good-natured people Lindy had ever met. She’d been thirteen when Damien and Lindy had gotten married, and just like Sabrina, she felt like a sister to Lindy.
When the dust had settled, and the ink had dried on the divorce papers, there was a reason Sabrina and Bea had stayed loyal to her. They were family by choice.
Sadly, Bea didn’t have familial feelings for Dane. Though, Lindy knew Dane only had brotherly feelings for Bea.
Dane was a player. He was all smiles and easy banter on the outside, but beneath that he was like Lindy. A little bit hardened by life. A little bit cynical.
Bea didn’t have a cynical bone in her body.
“Just for the night,” he said.
“We should do something,” Bea said, nodding.
“Should we?” Dane asked.
“I’m tired,” Lindy said.
Bea looked at her with large eyes. “Lindy,” she said, “Dane’s here.”
“Yes,” Lindy responded. “I had noticed. He’s kind of difficult to miss.”
“That doesn’t sound like a compliment, Lin,” he said.
“It wasn’t.”
“I can see if Liam wants to go out tonight,” Sabrina said.
Sabrina’s husband was an integral part of managing the business of the tasting room in Copper Ridge, and he was also a rancher, working the Donnelly family ranch, the Laughing Irish. Lindy would be surprised if he had any more energy to go out than she did.
“I’m going to be in Gold Valley,” Bea put in. “I’m starting up work at Valley Veterinary with Kaylee Capshaw.”
Valley Veterinary was the clinic that Wyatt’s brother owned along with his best friend turned fiancée. She had generously offered a job to Bea, who was forever bringing small animals in need of tending back to the winery, much to Lindy’s chagrin. This was going to be a much better way for Bea to channel her bleeding heart, as far as Lindy was concerned.
It would give her something to focus on, a life away from the winery. Bea might be part of the same family as Lindy’s ex-husband, they might have the same genes, but Bea was not cut from the same cloth.
Sabrina was different, but she did have some of that Leighton reserve. Bea didn’t seem to have it at all. She was open, energetic and willing to forge paths where most people would see none. Her optimism was almost boundless, and that was one of the things that made Lindy worry on her behalf.
Especially when it came to her very obvious crush on Lindy’s brother.
Just another reason Bea needed to get out and get a life beyond Grassroots.
“He might not want to come out that far,” Sabrina said. “But I will see.”
“I’m game.” Dane smiled.
“Me too,” Lindy added quickly, before she could stop herself. But honestly, she was not going to send Dane and Bea out to a bar together.
Dane would end up hooking up with some random woman, and Bea would just sit there in the corner by herself like one of the wounded raccoons she often rescued from desolate roadsides.
Lindy could not stomach that.
Bea would grow out of her crush naturally. She didn’t need it bludgeoned to death in a small-town bar with an audience of gossips ready to spread it around like wildfire through pine trees.
“Great,” Dane said. “I’ll go toss my stuff in the house. Then we can head over to the bar after work.”
“Work for the rest of us,” she pointed out. “Some of us here never got real jobs.”
“Hey,” Dane said. “If you can get work being a cowboy, I highly recommend it.”
He winked and walked out of the room, and Lindy couldn’t help but notice the way that Bea’s eyes followed his every move. Okay, that gave her something else to worry about at least. She didn’t have to think about her issues with the upcoming barbecue and all the work that there was left to do as long as she focused on being a buffer between her poor, lovelorn sister-in-law and her brother.
One thing was for sure, it was a welcome change from thinking about Wyatt Dodge.
WYATT NEEDED A stiff drink and some meaningless sex. There were a couple of barriers to the sex. There was the fact that his younger sister, Jamie, had accompanied him to Gold Valley Saloon tonight. There was the fact that his brother Grant had come along as well. And then, there was the lingering issue of the fact that he couldn’t get one particular woman off his mind.
There were no barriers to the stiff drink, however, and he was headed right that way.
Jamie and Grant went to claim a table, but Wyatt wasted no time heading straight over to the bar.
“Laz,” he said, signaling the owner of the bar. “I need a drink.”
“Feeling picky about what?”
“I’d say it’s your choice, but you’d pick something aged and expensive. I just need something strong enough to burn the day off.”
“Cheap swill it is,” Laz said smiling, turning and grabbing hold of a bottle of whiskey and pouring Wyatt a measure of it.
He slid it down the scarred countertop and Wyatt caught hold of it, tipping his hat before lifting it to his lips. “Put it on my tab,” he said.
“Will do,” Laz responded.
Wyatt turned and surveyed the room, leaning back against the bar for a moment as he did so. It was pretty empty now, considering it was early in the evening. But as the night wore on it would fill with people who were looking for the exact same thing he was.
All day long on the streets of Gold Valley, you could walk down the sidewalk and run into friends. Neighbors. They would ask you how your day went, and he would say good. And all along you would both continue with smiles pasted onto your face.
But in the saloon, when darkness descended on the cheerful streets, that was when you met your neighbors for honest conversation. That was when they finally wore their cares on their faces while they tried to drink them away.
Here, there was honesty. Here, there was alcohol, and a good game of darts.
Wyatt preferred it to daytime small talk every time.
He was something of a bar aficionado. Having been to a great many towns, large and small, in his travels with the rodeo, he had been exposed to a whole lot of different scenery. A whole lot of different people.
And it was in his experience that the bars were the great equalizer. That was where everyone went. Young, old, rich, poor. To celebrate, to commiserate.
That was where, in essence, everyone and everyplace was the same.
He looked down into the whiskey glass. “Damn,” he commented. “This is good stuff.”
If he was feeling philosophical already, it had to be pretty strong.
He pushed away from the bar and walked over to the table where his siblings were waiting.
“You didn’t get a drink for me?”