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A Cowboy of Her Own
Marin Thomas
He wasn't looking for loveFun-loving Arizona rodeo cowboy Porter Cash has always been more interested in having a good time than a steady paycheck. But to realize his dream of owning his own ranch, Porter needs this new job delivering roughstock to rodeos. What he doesn't need is a too-serious, too-smart and too-sexy-for-her-own-good copilot on the trip.When savvy insurance adjuster Wendy Chin joins Porter for the haul, she is all work and no play. But soon, business turns to pleasure and Wendy is conflicted. Her heart wants Porter, but her strict Chinese-American parents will never support the match. Can Porter find a way to prove to Wendy that, when it comes to love, he's not fooling around?
He wasn’t looking for love
Fun-loving Arizona rodeo cowboy Porter Cash has always been more interested in having a good time than a steady paycheck. But to realize his dream of owning his own ranch, Porter needs this new job delivering roughstock to rodeos. What he doesn’t need is a too-serious, too-smart and too-sexy-for-her-own-good copilot on the trip.
When savvy insurance adjuster Wendy Chin joins Porter for the haul, she is all work and no play. But soon, business turns to pleasure and Wendy is conflicted. Her heart wants Porter, but her strict Chinese-American parents will never support the match. Can Porter find a way to prove to Wendy that, when it comes to love, he’s not fooling around?
“It’s about time you learned to hit the bull’s-eye.”
Porter picked up two sets of darts.
“I’ve never played darts before,” Wendy said.
“Really? Could’ve fooled me.” Porter’s chuckle drifted into Wendy’s ear as he stood behind her to correct her position. His arm snaked around her waist.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, when his breath feathered across the back of her neck.
“Showing you how to throw.” He pulled her arm back and then thrust it forward. She released the dart and it sailed across the room, hitting the wall next to the board.
“You’re not a very good teacher.”
“Sorry, I’m better at other things.”
She gazed up at Porter and the heat in his eyes burned her face and stole her breath.
Right now, she didn’t care about her job or the investigation. All she wanted was to feel Porter’s mouth on hers. She leaned forward.
“It’s late. We’d better go.” Porter stepped back suddenly and Wendy lost her balance. He steadied her, then escorted her to the door.
Wendy was too shocked to stop him.
Dear Reader (#u6fbccd1d-9c9f-5dcc-9739-5ff48e9afe97),
A Cowboy of Her Own is the final book in The Cash Brothers series and it seems like just yesterday oldest brother Johnny Cash was roping in his sister’s best friend. And now it’s time for Porter Wagoner Cash to fall in love. Porter is the youngest of the Cash brothers and has taken his sweet time growing up.
But once he meets Wendy Chin, he’s determined to prove he’s no longer the live-for-today, worry-about-tomorrow-later guy that everyone believes he is. He’ll have to do more than prove he has his act together to win over Wendy’s parents, who want their daughter to marry a man of their choosing. Porter is determined to show Mr. and Mrs. Chin that his love for their daughter is strong enough to overcome cultural barriers and stand the test of time.
If you missed reading any of the previous Cash Brothers books—The Cowboy Next Door (July 2013), Twins Under the Christmas Tree (October 2013), Her Secret Cowboy (February 2014), The Cowboy’s Destiny (May 2014) or True Blue Cowboy (August 2014)—you’ll find links to order them at www.marinthomas.com (http://www.marinthomas.com) as well as a list of all my Mills & Boon American Romance novels and my social media hangouts.
Happy Ever After...The Cowboy Way,
Marin
A Cowboy
of Her Own
Marin Thomas
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
MARIN THOMAS grew up in the Midwest, then attended college at the U of A in Tucson, Arizona, where she earned a BA in Radio-TV and played basketball for the Lady Wildcats. Following graduation she married her college sweetheart in the historical Little Chapel of the West in Las Vegas, Nevada. Recent empty nesters Marin and her husband now live in Texas, where cattle is king, cowboys are plentiful and pickups rule the road.
To Denise Hall…my Ohio-rockin’, country-western-music-lovin’ cowgirl posse leader! Your hard work, creativity and endless energy helped to make The Cash Brothers a bestselling series. Thank you for your friendship and for supporting my books. You keep me sane in this crazy business!
Contents
Cover (#u7b470ddf-97e2-50aa-a2eb-dce31035e25b)
Back Cover Text (#uca6b3afb-8221-5e16-9d3e-ac744ae09b51)
Introduction (#u2580ec9f-0073-5297-8047-abe11b0ece29)
Dear Reader
Title Page (#uc58df17b-775c-5120-9224-937ba09a1586)
About the Author (#uc0e2907e-25c4-539f-8306-14b76f486c62)
Dedication (#uef035b22-37a6-5522-86ba-0fe8267af018)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#u6fbccd1d-9c9f-5dcc-9739-5ff48e9afe97)
“Hey, Porter!”
Porter Wagoner Cash glanced up at the stands from the cowboy ready area at the Yuma Rodeo Fairgrounds and spotted the buckle bunnies waving signs with his name on them. He grinned at the familiar faces—girls he’d dated and flirted with. Sauntering closer to their section, he removed his hat. “Hello, ladies.” The women giggled and preened for him. He wasn’t the best-looking Cash brother—Conway held that honor—but his live-for-the-moment-worry-about-tomorrow-later motto attracted his share of beauties.
“You gonna win today, Porter?” A blonde with a smokin’ hot body winked at him.
“Darlin’, I’ll do my best for you.” He blew a kiss at the group, then winced when a sharp pain shot through his right shoulder. The old injury had flared up two weeks ago after he’d entered a bull-riding competition on a buddy’s dare. At almost twenty-eight he was growing too old to play with bulls, but he’d rather ride the circuit on the weekends than sit by his lonesome in the bunkhouse at the family pecan farm.
“You comin’ to the Horseshoe later?” a redhead named Michelle asked. Porter liked all women but he had a thing for redheads. His brother Buck had married one, and Destiny was a woman to be reckoned with.
“I’ll be at the bar,” Porter said. The Horseshoe was one of his regular hangouts. His brother Mack and his band, Cowboy Rebels, used to play there every other Saturday night. But now that Mack and his wife, Beth, had adopted a teenage boy and a preteen girl, his brother was too busy being a father to perform in bars.
“Will you save a dance for me?”
“Me, too.”
“Me three.”
“I’ll dance with all of you.” He loved country music, and there was nothing sweeter than holding a pretty girl close and shuffling her across a dance floor.
“Hey, Cash, you here alone?”
Porter glanced behind him. All-around cowboy C. J. Rodriguez—the Cash brothers’ nemesis—walked in his direction.
“I’m the only Cash competing today.”
“I guess your brothers are too busy being daddies to play with the big boys.”
Porter stood a good three inches taller than the infamous bull rider. If his shoulder didn’t ache so much, he’d wipe the smug smirk off the man’s face. Who was he kidding? Out of all his siblings, Porter was the make-love-not-war brother. He used his mouth, not his fists, to settle disputes. “What’s the matter, Rodriguez? Are you worried you won’t find a woman to marry who’ll put up with all your crap?”
“I’m never getting hitched.” Rodriguez nodded to the cowboys standing a few yards away. “You still mourning your old flame?”
Porter couldn’t stop himself from staring. Veronica Patriot stood in the middle of the pack, her body plastered against a wet-behind-the-ears bronc buster.
Porter’s eldest brother, Johnny, had warned him to steer clear of Veronica, but she’d reeled Porter in with her pretty blue eyes and sexy curves. For the first time in his life, he’d fallen hard for the woman. She’d done and said all the right things to make him believe she was just as in love with him, but it had been an act. She’d used him to make an old boyfriend jealous and when she’d succeeded, she’d left Porter in the dust. The only satisfaction he’d gotten from the whole experience was learning a few months later that the old boyfriend had kicked Veronica to the curb not long after they’d reunited.
“‘Eat, Drink and Be Merry’...cowboy.”
Rodriguez thought he was a real cutup, quoting Porter Wagoner song titles. Thanks to Porter’s mother, who’d named her sons after country-and-western legends, he and his siblings had been teased all their lives. It didn’t bother Porter too much anymore—except when jerks like Rodriguez ran off at the mouth. He fisted his hands to keep from grasping the man’s Kevlar vest and shaking him.
“Hey, Cash!” Maxwell Black walked up to Porter. “A group of us are off-roading next weekend near Somerton. You wanna join us?”
Porter had gone through school with Max, and they’d stirred up their share of trouble in their teens. “I can’t. I’m a working man now.”
His friends gaped at him. “You got a real job?” Max asked.
“Yep.” Porter had landed a position as a roughstock driver two months ago and had already made several runs.
Max shook his hand. “Congratulations, man. Where are you working?”
“I’m hauling bulls for Del Mar Rodeo Productions.”
“Buddy Davidson is a big-time stock contractor,” Max said. “How’d you land that gig?”
“Ran into Hank Martin at the Horseshoe Saloon back in February. He works for Davidson and he said Del Mar was hiring drivers to cover their spring and summer rodeo schedule.”
Porter hadn’t believed he had a chance in hell of getting the job, because the only thing he’d ever hauled had been lumber, but he’d left the bar that night and filled out one of the company’s online applications.
A week later he was called in for an interview and given the job on the spot. Hank had spent a few minutes reciting the rules and showing Porter the paperwork for transporting livestock over state lines. The rest of his questions had been about Porter’s family, particularly his mother, who’d been dead for more than a decade. It wasn’t until the end of the interview that Hank had mentioned he’d known Porter’s mother, Aimee, and had been sorry to hear she’d passed away.
It had been years since he’d held down a forty-hour-a-week job that wasn’t seasonal work. Del Mar Rodeo was Porter’s chance to prove to his siblings that he’d left his freewheeling days behind him and was committed to one day owning a ranch of his own.
I’ll believe it when I see it. Johnny’s voice echoed in Porter’s head. How often had Johnny said, “C’mon, Porter, grow up. Life isn’t always about having fun.”
“We’ll catch you later,” Max said.
“Sounds good.” Porter hefted his gear bag over his shoulder and made a beeline for the bronc-bustin’ chutes. With his bum arm, he couldn’t wrestle on his shirt, let alone a steer, so he’d entered the bareback competition, hoping he had a shot of making the top five.
“Ladies and gents, turn your attention to chute number three. Porter Cash is about to do battle with Starry Night.” The fans stomped their boots on the bleachers, and Porter’s buckle-bunny fan club flashed their posters with his name on them.
“Starry Night, you ready for a little fun?” Porter pulled on his riding glove then adjusted his spurs.
“You’re the only cowboy I know who talks to a bronc like a pet dog.”
“Speaking of mutts...don’t you have anything better to do, Rodriguez, than follow me around like a lost puppy?” Porter zipped his Kevlar vest.
“And miss watching a Cash fall flat on his face?” The cowboy shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Tell me something,” Porter said. “Are you just pissed that Shannon Douglas was a better bull rider than you or that she married Johnny?”
Rodriguez raised his hands in the air. “I’d rather go ten rounds with a nasty bull than take on Shannon.”
“That’s what I thought.” Porter climbed the rails and settled a leg over the bronc. Starry Night decided he didn’t like the extra weight on his back and reared. Porter dove for the rails and waited for the horse to settle down. He hoped he hadn’t made a mistake in competing today. He didn’t need a broken arm or leg before hitting the road Monday morning with a trailer full of bulls.
“Folks, this bronc doesn’t think too highly of Porter Cash.” The announcer’s chuckle filled the stands.
The crowd quieted, their gazes riveted to Porter and the cantankerous gelding. When Starry Night stood still, Porter gave it another try and eased onto the horse’s back. When he was certain the animal wouldn’t object again, he wrapped the rope around his hand and secured his grip.
“Looks like our rider might be having second thoughts.” The announcer startled Porter out of his reverie and he sucked in a deep breath, then nodded to the gateman.
