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And that’s when it hit him like a bundle of thunderbolts sent from above: he had a thing for Suz Hawthorne. And not just any old thing—he was head over heels for her. Irretrievably and irrevocably. From the stiffy in his jeans to the grin on his face when she was around, he was in love with that little fireball.
She tore open his door, jumping him clean out of his stupefied reverie. “She has one room. For the record, we’re married.”
“Hot damn.” She helped him out of the truck, a slow, painful effort on his behalf. “I knew you’d get me one way or another. That swim must have worked, after all.”
“Just keep walking to bungalow number three, and if you could turn the motor off your mouth, it would be ever so nice.”
“That BC shtick knew you were meant to be mine,” he said, groaning torturously when she helped him to the bed. He climbed in ungracefully. “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be able to provide you with any marital bliss at the moment.”
She laughed, and it kind of flattened his ego again.
“I’m going out to get us some food. Lie there and don’t do anything else stupid.”
Suz flashed out the door. Frog tossed his hat away. “Stupid?” he asked. “Anything else stupid?”
What had she meant by that? He couldn’t remember doing anything stupid. She hadn’t put the remote by him, and he was too sore to reach the cell phone in his back pocket, so he lay there like a suffering succotash until he awakened, realizing she was back in his room, and he smelled the delicious fragrance of home-cooked food.
“You shouldn’t have, beautiful,” he said.
“Shouldn’t have what?”
“Cooked for me.” He sniffed the air again without opening his eyes. “Smells like the Hanging H in here. I’ve missed that place.”
“That’s nice. Try to get some of this soup down your fast-talking gullet.”
Well, that didn’t sound very nice. Frog started to question her comment, realized the soup was quite tasty. “Why are you really here?”
“I told you. I want a baby.”
Alarm bells sounded in his head. He sat up, pushed the soup away. “Wait. I don’t remember any conversation about a baby.”
She laughed. “Just seeing how out of it you really are.”
“I’m not that out of it.” In fact, not only was he in pain right now, he was good and rattled. “Wait a minute, you’re not here on a baby-making mission, are you? Because that’s what Jade did to Ty, you know, and before he knew it, he was...”
She looked at him and his words trailed off. “He was what?”
“Well, married. First he was a father, of course, which he was the last one to know about, and then he was married.” Now that he thought about it, that string of events actually had a nice ring to it. “Hey! I didn’t like you kissing Squint! It looked a little enthusiastic to me, especially for a girl who’d just swum a race and should have been lacking oxygen.”
She gave him a look he would distinctly term as disbelieving. “Don’t be an ape. I don’t ask who you kiss.”
“I haven’t kissed anyone! Not since Ty dragged us all to BC for brides.” He frowned. “Now that I think about that, that’s unnatural. Kiss me.”
“I don’t think so. Eat.”
“You kissed Squint.” He didn’t want to eat. What he wanted was Suz’s mouth, and she didn’t seem too inclined to share those sexy lips of hers. “That doesn’t seem right. You would have kissed me, if I’d been at the finish line.” He experienced some serious regret that he’d had such little faith in his blue-streaked bombshell. “And you didn’t seem too pained about kissing him, either.”
“It was like kissing a big old gummy bear. Soft, and kind of sweet.” She dug a brownie out of the bag for him. “You weren’t at the finish line, so you forfeited.”
This didn’t sound promising. “So why are you really here?” Maybe she’d pursue the baby angle again. That at least sounded like it might culminate in some kissing.
“Because the committee has decided that a third race is going to have to be run.”
“What?” Frog put down his brownie. “Why?”
“Because you cheated the magic, and Daisy’s raising the roof. Says you didn’t operate under good faith and then ran off like a scared dog.” Suz looked at him and shook her head. “As much as I like to disagree with Daisy about anything and everything, she has a right to her grievance.”
“I don’t get it.” What was the deal with this town and their competitive streak?
“Daisy did win you fair and square the first time. I challenged for you, but you cheated the magic, so the committee has decided that the tie must be broken.”
“How?” He was agog by the fact that Suz would have come this far to tell him all this, which let him know the situation was serious. “What if I don’t want to come back?” This was going to start the whole you-didn’t-believe-I-could-win thing with Suz, too, and that was trouble he didn’t want between them right now. After all, he was in a comfy bed, and she was sitting on it, and romance could happen if a man was patient, right?
“If you don’t come back, I’m afraid Squint will never get Daisy.”
“Daisy doesn’t want Squint. He’s not the catch he thinks he is,” Frog groused. “I appear to be said catch.”
“And we can’t figure out why.” Suz shook her head, shooting his confidence chock-full of holes. “You certainly haven’t proven yourself on the field of battle.”
His jaw dropped. “I most certainly did!”
“BC’s field of battle,” she said. “Our battles are different.”
“I’ll say.” He was entirely disgruntled now. “Jeez, a guy makes a little mistake, and he pays. Let the wrong woman decide he’s sex candy, and he’s toast.”
“Cisco,” Suz said, and he perked up, realizing that he was Cisco again and not the hapless Frog, “it really hurt my feelings that you didn’t believe I’d win the race.”
There was the crux of the matter. He’d been a real heel, and he knew it. “I’m sorry about that, Suz. I really am. I was trying to make life easier for everyone.”
“We’re not about easy in BC. We’re about the magic.”
“I just don’t believe much in airy-fairy stuff.”
“It’s because you don’t let yourself feel it.”
“I don’t know. I got dragged to those Twilight movies. I’m telling you, I laughed at all that supposed angst. I think I’m a straight-line kind of guy, no deviating.”
“It’s probably a SEAL thing,” Suz said.
“No, Squint’s superstitious as hell. And Sam, whoa. He won’t even pet a black cat.” He bit into the brownie, which was very good, but not as good as Suz’s mouth would be, he was quite certain. “I wore a saint medal in Afghanistan that Squint gave me. Saint Michael.” He pulled it out of his shirt to show her. “I think it saved my life.”
She smiled. “Why don’t you get some rest?”
He glanced around the blue-and-white room. Suz was right: there were a few delicate doilies in the smallish room, but it was a comfortable place. The bed comforter was soft and puffy, the sheets clean and soft. The bed itself was large, but not too large that he couldn’t envision himself eventually wrapping himself around Suz’s cute, sexy little bod. There was an en suite bath, and two lamps with stained glass on either side of the bed. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said, more gruffly than he intended.
“I’m glad I’m here, too.” She got up, pulled a blanket from the large closet and an extra pillow from the shelf, tossed them onto the floor. “Get some rest. You’re going to feel the pain by morning.”
He set the brownie down, put the sack of food on the nightstand. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve been driving all day to find you. I’m going to sleep. Good night.” She snuggled down into her pallet, which did look quite comfy, but which wasn’t his bed.
“Get in bed. I promise I won’t touch you.” He wouldn’t like keeping that promise, but he couldn’t bear the thought of her sleeping on the floor.
“I’m fine. I was in the Peace Corps. This is heaven compared to some of the places I’ve slept. Will you turn off the lamp when you’re ready?”
Cisco leaned back against the pillow. This was not good. She belonged up here with him, in his arms.
But as she’d so gently pointed out, he hadn’t proved himself on the field of BC battle. In fact, it sounded like the town thought he had some ground to make up, some refurbishing of his reputation.
Which he had a feeling meant he was getting none of Suz until he performed said miracle. “Hey, Suz,” he said, leaning back over the bed to stare down at her.
She was tucked nicely into her nest of covers. She looked up at him. “Yes?”
“What kind of race are they wanting to run this time? And when is it?”
“It’s in a week. Next Saturday.”
He hesitated. There was a plum-size goiter on his ankle from where he’d gotten a little extra stomp from the bull, not to mention his general soreness and the fact that he felt like a gingerbread man, pretty one-dimensional. “You want me to swim in a week?”
Suz yawned, a delicate yawn that had him arrested by the sight of perfect teeth and a pink tongue, and a mouth he wished would kiss him. “Actually, the committee thinks the tie will go to the runner.”
“You mean it’s a Best Man’s Fork run?” This was even worse. In water, where he had the most skills and would at least be buoyant, maybe his body would hold up.
“Yes.” She smiled at him. “You should rest up. You’re going to need the restorative powers of sleep.”
He stared down into those gorgeous eyes, sunk in desire for her. “I’m going to be running with one leg tied behind my back, so to speak.”
“Now you know how I felt. I expect you’ll rise to the occasion. Good night, Cisco.” Suz rolled over, nestling down, and Cisco turned off the lamp.
He was beginning to wonder if all of Bridesmaids Creek was conspiring against him ever getting the girl. There was certainly nothing magical about their particular brand of matchmaking where he was concerned.
And he wasn’t quite sure how to turn the tide his way.
Chapter Five (#ulink_5e6e726b-4434-5a4d-88d1-fb8db3c064af)
Suz got up in the night to check on Cisco. He really hadn’t looked all that well after the bull had done its fancy footwork on him. She’d tried to be breezy and cool about the whole thing, but her heart had been firmly lodged in her throat. As a matter of fact, she didn’t want to ever see him on a bull again.
She slipped into the shower, being careful not to awaken him, though she wasn’t sure it was possible to disturb him unless she set off a cherry bomb in the room. The man slept like a log, comfortably wedged against the pillow, sitting up, one arm behind his head. It was the first time she’d really seen him asleep, without a shirt on, wearing only tight black briefs, revealed by the gentle glow of the bathroom light when she opened the door.
The door now closed behind her, Suz shut her eyes for just a minute. Whoa, how had she missed those lanky limbs and that muscled abdomen? Cisco was a good-looking man, but naked he was something to behold. Sexy, white-hot, worthy of very pleasant dreams.
No wonder Daisy had set her cap so tightly for him.
“Suz?”
She cracked the door open. “Yes?”
“Oh. I thought you were still on the floor. You okay?”
“I’m fine. Just taking a shower. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. I was craving one of those brownies you brought and didn’t want to rustle the bag if you were asleep.” He grabbed it, pulling out the last brownie. “Want a bite?”
A bite of you, yes. Suz shook her head. “No. But thanks.”
Suz closed the door, showered, sighing as the warm water washed over her. Thought about Cisco lying out there a bit beat up, wondered how he was going to be up to speed for next weekend. She dried her short hair with a towel, pulled on some pajama shorts and a top from her duffel and walked out to find Cisco munching happily on his brownie and calling for pizza.
“Really? At this hour?” Suz asked. “It’s 2:00 a.m.”
“Would you rather have something else? The only other thing I can get delivered in this town at this hour is doughnuts.”
“I can wait four hours until a coffee shop opens for breakfast.” She plopped down on the bed next to him, flipped on the TV.
“Uh, you know what? Cancel that order, please,” Cisco said, hanging up. “A western omelet sounds really good before I ride.”
Suz stiffened. “You’re not planning to do that, are you?”
“I am. I have to, or I don’t make it into the next round.”
She stared at him. “The doctor won’t clear it. Besides which, weren’t you disqualified? You have to have been. The bull won.”
“Oh, ye of little faith. I have another ride coming to me. I have to ride or I lose my chance at points. Which is bad for my next rodeo.”
“Cisco, you don’t get it.” He really didn’t understand that she couldn’t witness him suffering bodily harm again. “You have to rest for next weekend.”
“Aw, kitten.” He touched her cheek. “Don’t you worry about me. I promise you I suffered much worse when I was in the navy.”
“That was then and this is now.” Suz tried to think how she could convince him that he totally wanted no more part of rodeo. “Come back to BC, Cisco. The rodeo circuit isn’t for you. I mean, look at you.”
Yes, indeed, look at him, all six-foot-two worth of god-bodied hunkiness. It was all she could do to tear her eyes away and think rationally. Not think about slipping those tight black boxers off him and—
No, no, no. “Cisco, look. There are just some things in life one has to accept. I’m not a good swimmer, and you’re not a good bull rider.”
He grinned. “Don’t sell me short, beautiful. I was doing well until a certain sexy doll blew my focus today. And I’m determined to get better.”
“And lose all your major organs in the process.” She shook her head. “I vote you give up rodeo. Come back to BC.”
“Nope. I belong here.” He ruffled her hair affectionately. “You cute little Smurf-haired thing. I like it when you act all concerned.”
“I’m not concerned.” Suz glared at him. “I’m just protecting the race.”
“So? It’s not like I’m ever going to be free of Daisy. Why do you think I’m here?” He shook his head. “I’m never going back. I don’t believe in all that silly juju, but Daisy’s convinced that I’m the man of her starry slumbers. And since my buddy has his tail in a knot over her, BC’s a bad place for me to be. It’s the fastest way I know of to lose a friend. And I worked real hard not to lose his gnarly ass in Afghanistan. Not gonna lose our friendship over a spoiled daddy’s girl.”
Suz took a deep breath. “That’s the other thing. Daisy went kind of gonzo when you left. She’s pretty sure you and I cooked up some kind of plan together to cheat her of her one chance at the charm.”
He looked at her. “I don’t understand.”
“Daisy thinks you and I have a secret thing going on.”
