The Cowboy Next Door. Marin Thomas
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the door. While she waited for C.J. she might as well phone her father—maybe it would take her mind off of Johnny.
Shannon cut through the lot toward the truck and punched the number 7 on her speed dial. “Hey, Dad, did I catch you at a bad time?”
“No, I’m on my way to the barn.”
Good. Short phone calls were best between them.
“I won yesterday in Gila Bend.”
“Congratulations,” he said.
As much as Shannon loved her father, just once she’d like to hear excitement in his voice when they talked about her rodeo career. She knew he didn’t believe women should ride bulls—neither did her brothers, but she’d been competing in roughstock events since high school and that’s what she knew how to do best.
“I’m getting closer to winning that title, Dad. I can almost taste it.” Her father had been a National Champion in bareback riding and both her brothers had won rodeo titles—Luke in bull riding and Matt in team roping. National titles were in the Douglas DNA and Shannon intended to earn one herself.
“You comin’ home soon?” he asked.
“C.J. and I are traveling to California, but we’ll be back at the end of the month to compete in Yuma. Maybe you can come watch me.” Silence greeted her suggestion.
What happened to the man who’d praised her when she’d been a little girl beating out the boys in all the mutton bustin’ competitions? Back then, her father hadn’t cared that she acted like a boy. Then one day she woke up with breasts and suddenly he insisted she quit rodeo.
Time to change the subject. “How are things at the ranch?”
“Might have a buyer for Cinnamon.”
After her mother had walked out on the family when Shannon was three, her father had focused his energy on growing his cutting horse operation. Now that her brothers were busy with their law practice in Yuma and she traveled the circuit all year, most of the horse training fell on his shoulders.
“Is Roger excited about retiring?” The foreman had worked at the ranch for over three decades. This past year, he’d fallen and broken his hip, requiring a hip-replacement operation. Her father had finally convinced the seventy-five-year-old man that it was time to put away the branding iron.
“You know Roger. He doesn’t have a whole lot to say,” her father said.
Maybe not, but Shannon bet the ranch hand looked forward to spending time with his sister in Florida. “Have you hired anyone to take his place?” Aside from raising cutting horses her father ran a small herd of cattle on the property—more than enough work to keep two men busy.
“Johnny Cash.”
Shannon sucked in a quiet breath. Why hadn’t Johnny told her he was the new foreman? No wonder he’d beat a hasty retreat this morning. He was probably worried how her father would react if he found out about their tryst.
“Johnny’s not starting until Roger clears his things out in a couple of weeks.”
“That’s great.”
The motel door opened and C.J. stepped outside in a pair of black boxers and white tube socks. When he spotted her, he waved.
“Gotta go, Dad.”
“Good luck in California.”
The words weren’t heartfelt, but Shannon gave her father credit for saying them. “I love you” dangled on the tip of her tongue, but instead she said, “Call you soon.” She shoved the phone into her jeans pocket.
“Who you talkin’ to?” C.J. asked.
“Nobody.” As she stared at his muscular chest and bulging biceps, an image of Johnny’s leaner athletic build flashed before her eyes. If viewing a man’s naked chest was all it took to trigger the memory of her and Johnny’s lovemaking, then she was in big trouble, because cowboys were always changing their shirts behind the chutes.
She checked the time on her cell phone. Eight o’clock. “We’ve got to be at the fairgrounds in Glendale by one-thirty.” Glendale, California, was four and a half hours away. “I’m leaving in ten minutes with or without you.” She got into the truck and started it, then adjusted the air conditioner to cool down the cab.
With less than a minute to spare, C.J. stowed his gear in the backseat. She didn’t wait for him to put on his seat belt before peeling away like a bat out of hell.
“You pissed off about Veronica?”
The buckle bunny would be history soon enough, seeing how C.J. blew through women faster than a dust devil bounced across the desert.
When she remained quiet, he said, “I’m gonna try harder to keep my love life private.” He tugged on his boots. “Maybe we should ham it up more for the fans.”
The last thing she wanted to do in public was act like an idiot over the womanizing cowboy. “Our normal routine has worked fine so far. Why mess with it?” The most she and C.J. had done in front of the cameras was hug and exchange high fives.
“I bet the fans want to see us kiss.”
Fat chance. “They’ll have to settle for fantasizing about us kissing.”
“You’re a hard woman, Shannon.”
She’d learned from the best—her father. She jacked up the volume on the radio. C.J. leaned his head against the seat, tipped his hat over his face and fell asleep.
At one in the afternoon they pulled into the rodeo grounds west of Glendale. C.J. stretched. “You ready to go down, Douglas?”
The cowboy was about to find out hell hath no fury like a pissed off cowgirl. She pocketed the truck keys then walked off with her gear. Once she signed in for her event, she went to the livestock pens to check out her draw—Dead End.
The bull appeared docile, its tail twitching at the flies buzzing near its rump. The short, muscular bull lifted his head and a shiver raced down her spine. The animal was a machine whose only purpose was to hurt cowboys.
She left the stock pens and reported to the Dynasty Boots tent, which had been set up next to the bleachers. As usual, C.J. was nowhere in sight, leaving her with the responsibility of signing autographs and shaking hands.
“Will you sign this?”
“What’s your name?” Shannon asked the little girl who wore a pink cowboy hat.
“Lizzy.”
Shannon scribbled her name across the program. “Are you a real cowgirl?”
“Yes.”
“Hurry up, Lizzy.” An older man waited a few feet away.
“You gonna ride broncs or bulls when you grow up?” She handed the program to the girl.
“Daddy says ladies don’t rodeo, but I wanna ride bulls like you.”
“Do I look like a lady, Lizzy?”
The girl nodded.
“Do I ride bulls?”
Lizzy nodded again.
“Then I guess your daddy’s wrong. Ladies do ride bulls.” Shannon winked. As the little girl walked off, Shannon called after her, “Don’t ever let anyone tell you what you can or can’t be just because you’re a girl.”
An hour later, she left the booth to prepare for her meeting with Dead End.
“Where’ve you been?” C.J. asked when she arrived in the cowboy ready area.
“Signing autographs. Where’ve you been?”
His gaze drifted to the bleachers where a blond-haired buckle bunny watched them. C.J. tipped his hat and the woman blew him a kiss.