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Six Weeks To Catch A Cowboy
Brenda Harlen
The celebrity cowboy is back. . . with a pint-size surprise!Kenzie Atkins was a lovestruck teenager when Spencer Channing left town. But the biggest news isn't the rodeo champion’s homecoming-it's the little girl who calls him “daddy.” Could he finally be ready to ride off into the sunset with Kenzie for the ultimate happy-ever-after?
Haven’s celebrity cowboy is back
...with a pint-size surprise!
Kenzie Atkins was a lovestruck teenager when Spencer Channing left Haven in the dust. But the biggest news isn’t the rodeo champion’s hotly awaited homecoming—it’s the little girl who calls him daddy. Spencer’s newfound daughter is bringing out Kenzie’s yearning for a family—and for the sexy single cowboy who still sets her heart ablaze! Maybe the roving bull rider is finally ready to ride off into the sunset for the ultimate happily-ever-after...
BRENDA HARLEN is a former attorney who once had the privilege of appearing before the Supreme Court of Canada. The practice of law taught her a lot about the world and reinforced her determination to become a writer—because in fiction, she could promise a happy ending! Now she is an award-winning, RITA® Award– nominated national bestselling author of more than thirty titles for Mills & Boon You can keep up-to-date with Brenda on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/brenda.harlen) and Twitter (https://twitter.com/BrendaHarlen) or through her website, brendaharlen.com (http://www.brendaharlen.com).
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Six Weeks to Catch a Cowboy
Brenda Harlen
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07809-2
SIX WEEKS TO CATCH A COWBOY
© 2018 Brenda Harlen
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
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Chapter One (#u4c669689-867b-56bf-8ded-97fa83c888af)
Spencer Channing felt as if he’d been trampled by a bull.
To a cowboy who’d spent almost half a decade on the professional rodeo circuit, it was more than a figure of speech.
Not that he’d ever actually been trampled, but he’d been tossed up, thrown over, dragged across and stepped on. Even successful rides left their mark on a cowboy in the form of strains and sprains and bruises, and for more than half a decade, he’d loved every minute of it.
But now, he was battered to the depths of his soul.
He’d always prided himself on working hard and playing hard and doing the right thing. But he’d screwed up. In a big way.
So he’d decided to go home to lick his wounds. And work on rehabbing his dislocated shoulder, since licking wouldn’t actually fix anything that was wrong.
Still, he was confident that the injury would heal. In fact, the doctor had assured him that he could be back on the circuit in time for the National Finals Rodeo in Vegas.
If that’s what you want.
Six weeks earlier, there would have been no if about it. Of course, he wanted to be back on the circuit and competing for the biggest prize of the season. Being a cowboy was more than just a job—it was his identity. If he wasn’t Spencer Channing, two-time PBR and PRCA bull riding champion, he was nobody.
He’d worked hard to get to the top and even harder to stay there. And then, it had taken only 6.2 seconds to change everything. Or maybe it was the unexpected meeting that happened before he went into the chute for the fateful ride that was to blame. A meeting he’d been confident he could put out of his mind for eight seconds.
He’d been doing pretty well, too, before his attention had shifted—for just a fraction of a second—away from the fifteen-hundred-pound beast bucking beneath him. That momentary inattention had been rewarded by a quick toss in the air and a bone-jarring thud on the dirt.
And another one bites the dust, the announcer had gleefully informed the crowd.
Coming back to Haven hadn’t been an easy choice, but Spencer knew it was the right one. And yet, six weeks after that life-changing day, he still hadn’t figured out what he was going to tell his parents when he walked through the front door. He’d driven eight hundred miles to get here, but his thoughts were as much a jumble now as when he’d started the journey.
It was almost 9:00 p.m. when he passed the town limits. Main Street was mostly quiet, as was usual for a Tuesday night, though there were several vehicles parked on the street near Diggers’. On impulse, Spencer steered his truck into an empty spot.
Stopping for a drink would only delay the inevitable, but he turned off the vehicle and stepped out onto the street, anyway. He walked through the main doors, then turned left, toward the bar section of the Bar & Grill. Only a few of the stools at the counter were occupied, and he straddled an empty one and studied the assortment of taps.
“Spencer?”
He lifted his head, his eyes skimming over the brunette working behind the bar. Pretty face with warm, dark chocolate–colored eyes, sweetly shaped lips, a tiny dent in her chin and long dark hair that tumbled over narrow shoulders. She wore a black vest over a white T-shirt tucked into slim-fitting jeans that showed off her feminine curves.
His gaze dropped automatically to her left hand, and he noted the huge diamond weighing down the third finger.
A glittering, princess-cut stop sign.
“Do I know you?” he asked, because that question seemed safer than Did I sleep with you?
Over the years, he’d learned that most females didn’t appreciate being forgettable. Although he’d realized that the forgetting said more about him than it did about the companions he’d forgotten.
There had been a lot of women while he’d traveled the circuit. Too many women; too many one-night stands. A few hookups had lasted longer than that, but he’d had no long-term relationships. It was too hard to maintain a connection when he was constantly on the move to new rodeos in new towns—and when those new towns were filled with a whole new array of willing women. The longest relationship he’d had was with Emily Whittingham, as they’d traveled the same route for a few weeks, and the friendly parting of ways had certainly not prepared him for the chaos she would introduce into his life years later.
The pretty bartender shook her head, yanking his attention back to the present like a lassoed calf at a roping competition. “No,” she said. “But you look so much like Jason, I knew you had to be his brother.”
“And you are?” he prompted.
She reached across the counter. “Alyssa Cabrera—his fiancée.”
As Spencer took her proffered hand, he looked her over again, this time attempting to picture her with his brother. Jay had always had a way with the ladies—a family trait—but he’d usually gone for long-legged blondes. Another family trait.
“I know,” Alyssa said, following his train of thought. “I’m not his type.”
“Not his usual type,” Spencer agreed. “Obviously he raised the bar.”
She laughed softly at that. “I see you have the same glib tongue as well as the same blue eyes.”
Channing blue, his mother referred to the clear, deep shade that each of her children had inherited from their father.
He pushed the distracting thought aside.
“Jay said that you’re a teacher,” he noted.
“I am,” she confirmed. “I also work here two nights a week. I originally took the job because I had too much time on my hands—but since we’ve started planning the wedding, I’ve got none. Now, I’m only working until Duke hires and trains a replacement.
“Or until he fires me,” she suggested as an alternative. “Because I’m not doing a very good job, am I? Gabbing your ear off instead of asking what you want to drink.”
He scanned the taps. “I’ll take a pint of Icky.”
She grabbed a glass and tipped it beneath the spout. “So when did you get into town?”
He glanced at his watch. “About ten minutes ago.”
Her brows lifted. “This was your first stop?”
“As my brother’s fiancée, I’m sure you’ve met my parents and can appreciate the need for a little fortification before facing them.”
She gave him a stern look that probably worked well on her students, but he could see the ghost of a smile hovering at the corners of her mouth as she set the beer glass on a paper coaster in front of him.
Maybe he was surprised to discover that this was the woman his brother had chosen as his bride—and even more surprised that he was choosing to get married at all—but he instinctively sensed that Alyssa would be good for Jay. And though Spencer had never thought in terms of a wife and kids and happily-ever-after, he decided that his brother was a lucky guy.
