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To Kiss A Cowgirl
Jeannie Watt
Their rivalry isn't new…but their attraction is! Wild spirit Jolie Brody never dreamed her new boss at the ranch supply store would be Dylan Culver. They haven't seen each other since high school, but he's just as straitlaced as ever. Good thing it's only temporary; Mr. Uptight is in town nursing an injury before he goes back to law enforcement.As they work together—surprisingly well—they can't deny their attraction. Letting a kiss lead to love is a commitment Jolie has never had to risk. So why is she now flirting with the possibility of a future with Dylan…a man with a dangerous job that makes everything complicated?
Their rivalry isn’t new...but their attraction is!
Wild spirit Jolie Brody never dreamed her new boss at the ranch supply store would be Dylan Culver. They haven’t seen each other since high school, but he’s just as straitlaced as ever. Good thing it’s only temporary; Mr. Uptight is in town nursing an injury before he goes back to law enforcement.
As they work together—surprisingly well—they can’t deny their attraction. Letting a kiss lead to love is a commitment Jolie has never had to risk. So why is she now flirting with the possibility of a future with Dylan...a man with a dangerous job that makes everything complicated?
Welcome to Lightning Creek Ranch, nestled in the foothills of Montana’s majestic Bitterroot Mountains, home to the strong-willed Brody family. Life isn’t always easy on the Lightning Creek, but challenges are nothing new to the men and women who live and work here.
And there’s something about the ranch, something in the beauty and solitude that works a kind of magic on those in need of a second shot at life...
Dear Reader (#ulink_cc1c65ce-63a6-5fb6-b809-e07fd3dc6008),
I just love a good enemies-to-lovers story, so when I wrote the second book of The Brodys of Lightning Creek, I decided to have Jolie Brody meet up with Dylan Culver, a guy she drove crazy in high school—and not in a good way. Jolie is the youngest of the four Brody sisters and the most carefree, but beneath her easygoing exterior she is dealing with issues stemming from her father’s untimely death—issues she doesn’t fully acknowledge until she starts to fall for Dylan.
When police officer Dylan Culver returns to Montana to run the family ranch supply store while he heals from a duty-related accident, he is stunned to find his former nemesis, Jolie Brody, managing the store. He’s even more stunned to find himself attracted to her. Jolie soon makes it clear that she will never ever get involved with someone who has a dangerous job, and that’s a problem, because Dylan loves his job and he just might be falling in love with Jolie, too.
I hope you enjoy reading To Kiss a Cowgirl. I certainly enjoyed writing it. For more information about my books, including more The Brodys of Lightning Creek reads, please check out my website, www.jeanniewatt.com (http://www.jeanniewatt.com).
Happy reading!
Jeannie Watt
JEANNIE WATT lives in the heart of rural Nevada in a historic ranching community. When she’s not at the computer writing, she collects and sews vintage clothing patterns and makes mosaic mirrors. Every now and again she and her husband slip away to San Francisco to run a 10K and soak up the city, but for the most part she enjoys living in her quiet desert setting, thinking up new ways to torture her characters before they reach their happily-ever-after.
To Kiss a Cowgirl
Jeannie Watt
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Contents
Cover (#u635cfdad-8152-5213-a556-6ca7b58552a8)
Back Cover Text (#u95caa0ca-7512-5789-bcc5-df1024ca0df1)
Introduction (#u0deb0fe4-5d5c-5c73-b195-8b040b098ecc)
Dear Reader (#ulink_469aa1cf-c079-576d-b63b-fa3b41e79139)
About the Author (#u3afadc1b-af27-5318-908d-3041193a5ca7)
Title Page (#u158cbff3-684c-5dfe-98e6-13faed504f5e)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_8ac31d6c-0a54-577a-a59f-d8912c203f69)
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_1010a54b-ac50-5b7d-bf39-13f1c4e6e78e)
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_472fd922-9240-5383-87e7-a38ac3fc1b4c)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_2334fb23-c6f9-5883-ac87-535ffd9482f6)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_fbfdad15-c04d-59b6-ac34-a57112f2e2e4)
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)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINETEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_83516c64-9790-5502-aa9f-6daf35c30c37)
DYLAN CULVER MANEUVERED his beat-up Chevy truck between the stacks of hay and straw behind the family feed store and parked in his old spot next to the grain shed. He’d never in a million years thought he’d be back in Montana, back at the store. Back at the place his dad had worked so hard to keep him away from.
At least it was temporary. Four months until his cousin Finn returned from his National Guard deployment. Four months to focus on something other than the aftermath of his failed marriage or the accident that had put him on desk duty. By the time Finn took over the reins again, Dylan would be fully healed and ready to get the hell out of Dodge.
Okay...he was ready now, but he’d promised Finn he’d take care of Mike, their grandfather, and the store and that was exactly what he was going to do. The unsettled business he’d left in Washington State could wait.
Grabbing his granddad’s dented metal lunch pail from the seat beside him, he opened the door and stepped out into the driving rain. Unlike the grain shed siding, which was now flapping in the wind, the tarps covering the hay seemed to be secure. Good, because he couldn’t afford having hay returned due to mold.
In fact, after looking over the profit-and-loss sheets Finn had left with Mike, he was glad he’d become used to living frugally over the past couple months. Not that Finn hadn’t done a decent job running the place, but with two chain ranch stores opening up within easy driving distance, they’d lost clientele—and employees. Their longtime cashier had left to go to work for Western World, and their bookkeeper had recently retired. Now with Finn deployed and his grandfather recovering from hip surgery and about to move into a smaller house, Dylan and the new bookkeeper had some challenges ahead of them.
Bowing his head against the rain, he started to jog as he rounded the corner to the main entrance, gritting his teeth against the residual pain in his injured leg. The lights were on inside the old building but the door held fast when he pulled on the handle. He reached into his pocket for his keys, but the door swung open before his fingers touched metal. “Thanks,” he said, stepping inside and shaking the rain off before glancing at the woman who stood there.
“Jolie?” He had the odd sensation of his blood freezing. Perhaps one of the warning signs of a heart attack?
“Hi, Dylan.” Her voice was still husky, her hair still long and reddish blond, her eyes the greenest he’d ever seen. “Long time.”
Not long enough.
When Finn had said he’d hired an assistant to help with the store, Dylan had somehow assumed he’d hired someone Dylan could work with. Well, now he knew why his cousin had been shifty about the new hire. What in the hell had Finn been thinking? And, yes, he definitely felt a strong squeezing sensation in the middle of his chest.
“You’re dripping,” Jolie said, interrupting his heart attack.
Dylan glanced down. There was water falling from the brim of his ball cap onto the floor near his boots. He pulled off the hat, gave it a shake. When he looked up, she was regarding him with an ironic half smile.
“You didn’t know I worked for you, did you?”
“No.” Dylan moved forward to set the lunch pail on the counter, trying not to notice that she looked even better than she had back in high school when she’d made his life miserable by not taking anything seriously. That wouldn’t have bothered him if she hadn’t been his chemistry partner for the year and if he hadn’t needed a strong A to sew up some much-needed scholarships.
“I moved back to the Lightning Creek about six weeks ago.” She leaned an elbow on the tall counter next to him, looking relaxed, as she always had during situations that’d sent his blood pressure skyrocketing. After nearly a decade of being a patrol cop, his blood pressure rarely triggered anymore...except, obviously, when he discovered that his nemesis was his employee. “This was the only job I could get close to home,” she continued.
He noticed that while she’d sounded cool and confident, she was watching him carefully.
“Imagine that,” Dylan said.
“It isn’t because I’m unemployable,” she said smoothly. “It’s because it’s the end of winter and no one is hiring.”
“Except Finn.” Bless his black heart.
“I might have reeled in a favor,” Jolie said, and even though she spoke matter-of-factly, Dylan didn’t want to know what kind of favor. “I needed the job and, frankly, I think this place needs someone like me.”
“This place needs you?” She looked about as out of place there—with her form-fitting, blinged-out white shirt tied at the waist and short denim skirt—as a rosebush in a hay field. Easy on the eyes, but somehow didn’t belong.
“Look at it,” Jolie said, making a sweeping gesture. “Dark, depressing.” She ran a finger over the counter next to her. “Dusty.”
“It’s a feed and seed store,” he said as if she were dense, which he knew she wasn’t.
“A depressing feed store. Why would anyone come here—”
“To buy feed?”
“—when they could go to a more modern place and get the same thing and a whole lot more?”
“Because we’re a local institution.”
“That would be the only reason as far as I can see. Your prices are barely competitive.”
“Well, maybe if you took a job elsewhere you wouldn’t have to be stuck in this dark, depressing...” He paused, trying to recall the third D she’d mentioned in her unsolicited critique.
“Dusty,” she supplied. “And at the moment, I don’t want a job elsewhere.”
“Why not? Surely your talents could be better used in a less dusty environment.”
“The employee discount. I buy a lot of feed.”
“And you can’t get a job anywhere else?”
“I could if I wanted to travel. I don’t.” She sauntered a step closer, her full lips curving into a half smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I can get something else when the market opens up. I have experience.” She said the word in a way that sent his imagination shooting into areas it probably shouldn’t travel, even if that hadn’t been her intention. He yanked it back to where it was supposed to be. When had he ever reacted like that to Jolie Brody?
“However, the market is tight. I now have a job close to home and I’m sticking with it.” Her smile became a touch warmer. “I promised Finn.”
He and Finn were going to have a talk as soon as he could get him on the phone.
The bell rang over the front door and Morley Ames walked in, kind of. The old guy, a close friend of his grandfather’s, was stooped over and skinnier than the last time he’d seen him, but his voice was just as booming as ever as he hailed Dylan.
Jolie smiled at Dylan and went behind the counter where she’d apparently been cleaning, since she quickly moved a bottle of spray cleaner out of sight.
“Morley,” Dylan said, moving forward to shake the man’s hand. “Good to see you.”
“So it’s true—you’ve given up law enforcement and moved home. I didn’t believe it when Gina told me at the café.”
“I’m just on leave,” Dylan said, noting that Jolie gave him a quick, curious glance before settling herself in front of the computer. “I thought I’d come here to escape all the rain,” he said with a smile, indicating the puddle that was forming around Morley’s feet as water dripped off his black hat and raincoat.
The old man looked up at him with an appreciative smile. “We all need a change sometimes,” he said.
“Can I help you with something?” Dylan asked before Morley launched into personal questions he’d have to deflect.
Morley pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it, squinting through his fogged glasses as he read, “Hen scratch. Rolled oats—two bags. Salt block—”
“Do you want minerals in that?” Jolie asked as she came to stand next to the old man, cocking her head to see his list. He beamed and handed it to her. She took it gently and squinted a little herself at the light-penciled script on the sheet of pale blue paper. “Lillian wrote this, didn’t she?”
“Woman can’t put pressure on a pencil,” Morley muttered. “Arthritis.”
“I have something for her,” Jolie said. “A special cream that just came in. I’ll see if I can find a sample while Dylan loads your truck.” She handed Dylan the paper.
Way to give orders, Jolie.
Dylan frowned as he took the list, suddenly understanding why they were both squinting. It was as if Morley’s wife had written in faint code. “Do you need this to write the ticket?” he asked Jolie, hoping she would decode it for him.
“Nope. I got it. Hen scratch, twenty-five pounds. Two fifty-pound bags of rolled oats. One salt block—”
“No minerals,” Morley added.
“No minerals,” she repeated with a smile. “Three ivermectin, bag balm and a fly spray.” Jolie reached out to gently take Morley’s hand in hers, examining it. “Are you using bag balm for your hands?”
