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Rescuing the Cowboy
Cathy McDavid
WRONGED MAN. RIGHT WOMAN?After three years of wrongful imprisonment, Quinn Crenshaw is ready to rebuild his life and find the daughter he has never met. A job training horses at his cousin’s Arizona cattle ranch becomes something wonderful when Quinn meets Summer Goodwyn and her special-needs little boy. The single mother believes in him…and is raising this former rodeo champion’s spirits sky-high!The equine therapy program is helping Summer’s young son connect with others–including one super-attractive rancher determined to be a father to his own little girl. Despite the obstacles in their path, can she make Quinn see they have a future worth fighting for?
WRONGED MAN. RIGHT WOMAN?
After three years of wrongful imprisonment, Quinn Crenshaw is ready to rebuild his life and find the daughter he has never met. A job training horses at his cousin’s Arizona cattle ranch becomes something wonderful when Quinn meets Summer Goodwyn and her special-needs little boy. The single mother believes in him…and is raising this former rodeo champion’s spirits sky-high!
The equine therapy program is helping Summer’s young son connect with others—including one super-attractive rancher determined to be a father to his own little girl. Despite the obstacles in their path, can she make Quinn see they have a future worth fighting for?
Knowing it was wrong, he leaned in and lowered his head…
The temptation to inhale her subtle fragrance and hear the slight intake of her breath was too hard to resist.
“Quinn.” His name was a whisper on her lips. “I wish things were different.”
“I do, too.”
Kissing her would be a simple matter of capturing her mouth with his. He didn’t, though his gut told him she’d respond with an ardor she kept hidden.
“I…um…” She hesitated.
“Right.” Hadn’t he vowed mere minutes ago to avoid causing her trouble?
Quinn retreated a step, then walked away. Mistakes were easy to make, and he’d committed too many already in his life.
Rescuing the Cowboy
Cathy McDavid
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Since 2006, New York Times bestselling author CATHY McDAVID has been happily penning contemporary Westerns for Mills & Boon. Every day, she gets to write about handsome cowboys riding the range or busting a bronc. It’s a tough job, but she’s willing to make the sacrifice. Cathy shares her Arizona home with her own real-life sweetheart and a trio of odd pets. Her grown twins have left to embark on lives of their own, and she couldn’t be prouder of their accomplishments.
To Mike, as always.
What they say is true,
it only takes a moment.
Contents
Cover (#ue3324c5c-0102-5d50-add9-aad91924def4)
Back Cover Text (#u5e7cb152-efdb-5a25-9e09-8b18f66efb88)
Introduction (#u25d3fa11-9992-5cfa-98e2-2b9c89d6b203)
Title Page (#u030decd0-2e91-598a-ab69-2a2be61259ee)
About the Author (#ufd778d13-0816-5bef-be79-19b023bf416a)
Dedication (#u7a2f77b7-31b1-596b-90ca-82c2353618f3)
Chapter One (#ulink_e3f11aea-6214-5873-a684-ee7da20db2cd)
Chapter Two (#ulink_57e8d219-93a4-5fea-ae9a-b22e58257871)
Chapter Three (#ulink_5b0abe13-62c6-50b4-a512-c85e9a8db3c6)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#ulink_863deec4-b88a-5375-887d-0aabe79b7985)
Shopping in a small-town market shouldn’t be a nightmare. Four thousand square feet. Three aisles crammed with merchandise. A modest dairy and meat department. Fresh produce on Wednesdays: be sure and get there early before it’s all gone. A completely uneventful and uninteresting excursion for most people.
But not for Summer Goodwyn. Yet, what choice did she have? She’d promised to bring homemade oatmeal cookies—without raisins—to the party later today at Dos Estrellas Ranch. After a thorough search of her pantry had netted only half the necessary ingredients, a trip to the market couldn’t be avoided.
Oatmeal without raisins was the only kind of cookies her son, Teddy, ate. If she offered him something else, he might have a meltdown, and that would ruin the party.
She glanced down at him, sitting in the shopping cart basket, shoulders hunched. His rhythmic back and forth motion could be a good thing. He often rocked for hours to soothe himself. Or it could be a warning sign of things to come.
“I was thinking you might want to wear your new blue shirt today.” Blue was his favorite color.
Teddy didn’t answer. Rather, he stared at nothing in particular, his eyes barely visible beneath an unruly fringe of reddish-blond hair. Teddy hated going to the barber shop, although the elderly gentleman who cut his hair was very understanding.
Maybe she should call and beg off the party. On second thought, that wasn’t an option. The Dempseys were good to Summer. Really good. Without them, there’d be no equine therapy program for Teddy and other children like him. Plus, the party was special: a welcome to Mustang Valley for Josh and Cole’s cousin who’d arrived a few days ago. The brothers were excited to see their cousin again and hoped he’d stay, offering him a job at the ranch.
The party was also a celebration of sorts for the entire family. After months and months of financial and emotional struggle in the wake of former patriarch August Dempsey’s death, the ranch was finally on the road to recovery. Not to mention Cole and Violet’s recent elopement and Josh and Cara’s engagement. Gabe and Reese were likely headed for the altar as well, though no formal announcement had yet been made.
For those reasons and more, Summer felt obligated to attend. She briefly considered leaving Teddy at home with his regular sitter. The party was scheduled to start at six—she could leave by eight, no problem. But the Dempsey brothers, along with Gabe’s mother, Raquel, the family’s well-loved matriarch, had insisted Summer bring Teddy. Besides, Josh’s two children were also going to be there.
Summer had relented, of course, though other children at the party would make no difference. Teddy didn’t socialize. With anyone. Children or adults or even his own mother.
A man appeared behind Summer, materializing in her peripheral vision. She assessed him instantly, something she’d learned to do out of necessity. He was young, maybe early thirties. Possibly a ranch hand, given his clothes, though, he didn’t look familiar and Summer knew, or knew of, most everyone in their small community.
Whoever he was, he seemed concerned about nothing more than finding the correct aisle for whatever purchases he was making and promptly wandered off. Good thing, because Teddy had started humming, something he did to calm himself when he became nervous or agitated.
“Well, big guy.” Summer smiled down at him. “Let’s find the vanilla extract and get out of here.”
The other ingredients were already nestled in Teddy’s lap. He’d insisted on holding them.
Summer pushed her cart forward, being exceedingly careful not to touch Teddy. He tolerated contact better now than he used to, thanks to the learning center he was enrolled in and his weekly equine therapy sessions. Still, he picked and chose his moments. Summer could never be sure.
Suddenly two grandmotherly women rounded the corner and started down the aisle toward Summer and Teddy. She froze, halting the cart in midstep. The women were also strangers, likely passing through Mustang Valley on their way to or from Payson. Travelers regularly stopped at the market for refreshments.
Don’t talk to us, please. The words were a mantra inside Summer’s head.
Stare. Make judgments. Gossip about us later in your car. I don’t care. Just please, please, please don’t talk to us.
The woman on the left smiled and nodded. In another minute, possibly less, they would be upon Summer and Teddy and want to pass by.
Summer’s grip on the cart handle tightened until her fingers cramped and her knuckles turned white.
Turn around now. Leave us alone.
Surrendering to the pressure building inside her, she started walking backward, taking the cart with her. Hopefully, Teddy hadn’t seen the women. They were behind him, after all.
No such luck. His humming grew louder, and he started banging the heels of his sneakers on the bottom of the cart basket, a sure indicator he’d noticed the women.
Summer moved faster. Glancing back over her shoulder, she spotted Dennis, the store manager. He’d be no help, and besides, Teddy made him uncomfortable.
“I think the vanilla extract’s in the next aisle,” she said cheerfully, knowing full well it wasn’t.
All at once, the two women increased their strides, reaching Summer and Teddy before they made good on their escape.
The smiling one said, “Do you by chance know where the aspirin is?”
“Front of the store,” Summer said. Go away.
Sweat dampened her palms and collected between her breasts. She could feel rivulets forming at her temples.
“Thank you.” It looked as if the two women might turn around.
Before Summer could release even the tiniest sigh of relief, the one on the left stepped to the side of Summer’s cart and looked directly at Teddy.
“Hi there, young man. How are you today?”
He averted his face and cringed, his rocking and humming gaining momentum. The tune wasn’t distinct, rather he repeated the same five notes over and over.
Bang, bang, bang. His heels hit the cart basket harder and harder.
“He’s kind of old to ride in a cart, isn’t he?” The woman’s tone left no doubt of her opinion. “What are you, son? Eight? Nine?”
“Have a good day.” Summer resumed walking backward, intent only on getting to the one open register and escaping the store before Teddy lost control.
“I’m sorry. My sister didn’t mean anything.” The first woman caught up with Summer, her expression going from concern to suspicion. “Are you okay, young man? Is something the matter?”
Before Summer reached the end of the aisle, what she’d been dreading most happened. The woman reached out and touched Teddy, her hand resting on his shoulder.
“Young man?”
His reaction was instantaneous and, at this point, unstoppable. Ear-splitting shrieks erupted and filled the small market. His rocking turned into thrashing. One by one, he threw the items from his lap onto the floor.
Summer reacted without thinking, having experienced this same outburst countless times and as recently as last week. Reaching the open area near the front of the market, she swiveled the cart one hundred and eighty degrees and ran it toward the entrance. The double doors swooshed open in the nick of time. She and Teddy burst outside into the bright July sunshine.
“Miss! Miss.” The woman ran after them.
Summer hurried. Very little time remained before Teddy passed the point of no return and hurt himself or Summer.
The cart bumped wildly as she ran it over the uneven asphalt. Fumbling for her purse at her side, she dug her keys out and pressed the button on the fob that unlocked the car.
As Teddy’s screeching escalated—she hadn’t thought it possible—she wrenched open the rear passenger door. Keeping one eye glued on him, she grabbed a large black cowboy hat off the floor. So far, so good. He wasn’t trying to climb out of the cart.
Anticipating what lay ahead, she drew in a deep breath, steeled her resolve and took hold of Teddy by the waist. Lifting him out of the cart, she quickly deposited him in the booster car seat.
He lost all control, screaming, kicking the back of the driver’s seat and clawing at her. Trying to contain him with one arm, she plunked the hat on his head. At first, he pushed it off but allowed her second attempt. When the brim fell over his eyes and shrouded him in darkness, he began to quiet.
“Miss? Can I help?”
“We’re all right. Thank you,” Summer said firmly. She didn’t look at the woman and focused her attention entirely on Teddy.
“Is there someone I can call?”
Like 9-1-1 to report her for abusing her child? It had happened before.
Teddy’s shrieks and thrashing resumed.
“We’re okay. Really.” Summer tried reasoning with the woman. “My son is easily upset by strangers.”
Can you not see he’s special-needs? Do I have to say autistic?
“Okay,” the woman muttered. “If you’re sure.”
She left—thank God. Summer lowered her head until it was level with Teddy’s and began singing a childhood rhyme in a soft voice.
