The Camden Cowboy. Victoria Pade
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Lacey pitched forward and her jacket went flying.
Only at the last second did she catch herself and somehow manage to keep from landing face-first in the dirt.
“Whoa! Nice save!”
Oh, sure, now he noticed her.
Lacey stood straight again, brushing her hands together and retrieving her shoe with a yank to get the heel unstuck from the dirt.
When she was finally put back together, she looked up to see that the man she assumed to be Seth Camden had her jacket and was glancing in her direction.
The Camden blue eyes—Lacey did recall mention of those somewhere.
Since they went with a face that was drop-dead gorgeous enough to steal her breath, for a moment all she could do was stare.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” Lacey said, coming to her senses. “Are you Seth Camden?”
“In the flesh.”
Don’t get me started thinking about that!
Dear Reader,
Lacey Kincaid has something to prove to the sexist father who favored her two brothers, and she’s just been given the opportunity to do that. She’s come to Northbridge, Montana, to oversee the building of the training center for her father’s newly acquired football team. It’s a huge job, but she’s determined to do it no matter how many twenty-hour days she has to work to accomplish it.
Seth Camden is a laid-back cowboy who runs a Northbridge ranch and the rest of the notorious Camden family’s agricultural holdings out of a country mansion. He’s turned off by Lacey’s obsession with her job. Too bad he’s so turned on by Lacey.
But he is, and he can’t help himself. And even though the last thing Lacey needs is a distraction, that’s just what she gets in the form of the oh-so-sexy Camden cowboy.
I hope you enjoy just one more visit to my small town.
Happy reading!
Victoria Pade
About the Author
VICTORIA PADE is a USA TODAY bestselling author of numerous romance novels. She has two beautiful and talented daughters—Cori and Erin—and is a native of Colorado, where she lives and writes. A devoted chocolate lover, she’s in search of the perfect chocolate-chip-cookie recipe. For information about her latest and upcoming releases, and to find recipes for some of the decadent desserts her characters enjoy, log on to www.vikkipade.com.
The Camden Cowboy
Victoria Pade
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Chapter One
G reat—figures this would be a day I’m in a skirt and high heels …
Lacey Kincaid sighed as she pulled her sedan to the side of a dirt road and turned off the car’s engine.
She’d been driving down one backcountry Montana road after another in search of Seth Camden for the last hour of her Wednesday afternoon. She’d found his house and was told that he was out fixing fences and how to find him. The man was not easy to get to even with directions.
And now that she’d made it to the part of the Camden ranch where she’d been told she could find him, he still wasn’t going to be easy to get to. Particularly not when she was going to have to drop down about two feet from the roadside and cross several yards of field to actually reach him. And she was going to have to do it in a skirt and three-inch heels.
But today was the day Lacey needed to talk to him, and today—right now—was when she was going to talk to him.
This would, however, be the first time she’d met Seth Camden—or any member of the infamous Camden family. With that in mind, she wanted to be certain of her appearance, so she flipped down the visor that was just above her head and peered into it.
For work, she always wore her pale blond, shoulder-length hair swept back. She did it loosely and with a sporty look to it because she didn’t want to appear stark or severe, but she was all business and she didn’t want anyone thinking differently because of some unconscious hair toss that might give a different impression.
For the meeting to discuss financials that had taken up most of her second day in the small town of Northbridge, Montana, she’d twisted her hair into a knot and let some wispy ends cascade from the top. Checking it out in the visor mirror now she could tell that it was all still the way she’d done it that morning, so she didn’t touch it.
She also avoided wearing too much makeup. A dusting of blush along the apples of her high cheekbones, a hint of lip gloss on her already rosy lips and a few swipes of mascara to color her lashes and accentuate her green eyes, and she was out the door in the morning. Dolling herself up—that’s what her father would have called it if she did any more than that. And it would defeat her every purpose, because in Morgan Kincaid’s view she would be just another ineffective woman more devoted to her vanity and nabbing a husband than to the job she’d been given.
Satisfied with her appearance, Lacey flipped the visor up again and got out of her car. She was wearing business clothes—a cotton blouse underneath a tailored coat that matched her straight, gray, knee-length skirt with its slit in the back to accommodate walking.
At least it accommodated walking anywhere but across the rutted dirt road to the other side, where she awkwardly hopped down the slope from the road to the field.
Teetering, she barely retained her footing as she got down into the gully. But once she was there, she did her best to walk with some semblance of dignity and headed for the man who didn’t seem to have noticed he was no longer alone.
It didn’t strike her as strange that he hadn’t noticed her. He was replacing a section of fence that had collapsed somehow. His back was to her and to the road where she’d parked. Plus he was so far from the road that she doubted he’d even heard her car.
Lacey’s right ankle buckled just then and she veered wildly to one side. She didn’t fall, but it was close, and she checked to make sure she hadn’t broken the heel off of her shoe.
She hadn’t, so she continued on, focused on the man who was her goal.
A grayish-white cowboy hat was her only view of him from the neck up, but below that he was dressed in a white crewneck T-shirt, jeans and cowboy boots. Lacey could tell that he was tall even from where she was—over six feet tall, she judged. And he had broad, broad shoulders