Black Hills Baby by Debra Salonen

Author:Debra Salonen [Salonen, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1-944300-00-7
Publisher: Debra Salonen

“What a dufus,” Coop muttered as he trudged along the path into town. The shortcut, Libby called it. An opportunity to break a leg fit better, he preferred to think of it.

His unsteadiness on his feet, he decided, stemmed from his brand-new hiking boots, which had been delivered a couple of hours earlier. A big truck had roared into the driveway, waking Coop from a hot dream. An embarrassingly hot dream that had slowed his response to the determined knocking on the cabin door.

“Need a signature here,” a voice had called.

Coop had been forced to tug on sweatpants, which hopefully were sloppy enough to cover his still-emphatic woody. “Coming,” he’d called, mentally cringing at the irony.

The deliveryman had been all business, presenting Coop with a hand-held device and plastic stylus to sign. Coop had blinked to focus and finally managed to scratch his name across the small space. The fellow had traded him a box for the device, then asked if he could take Coop’s picture. “For my wife. She’s a big fan.”

Coop knew he looked like hell, even if his hard-on was hidden by the shoebox. He’d tried to close the door, but the guy had snapped a couple of shots using his phone.

Once the guy was gone, Coop had splashed cold water on his face and looked in the mirror. “His wife, my butt,” he’d groused.

But he couldn’t blame the man for seeing an opportunity and taking the chance. The Internet had opened up a new market for homegrown paparazzi. And although Coop might have wanted to disappear in theory, he knew his career needed a few “sightings” to keep people’s interest. The price of doing business.

He’d quickly dressed and decided to test out his new boots, which he’d ordered for the infamous hike he and Libby were planning. A job he could have left to the location scouts but had decided this kind of overview would prove invaluable when he and Shane really started talking story development.

His only problem: the damn boots hurt.

He found a convenient rock at the spot where the trail intersected the main road and sat. He was still massaging his ankle when a car stopped. Two women. One older but quite beautiful in a Jane Seymour kind of way. The driver he recognized. Libby’s friend Jenna.

“Hey, there. You lost?” Jenna asked, leaning across her passenger.

“Nope. Just on my way into town to show Libby my new hiking boots. Although they may take a couple of years to break in.”

“I have some great leather treatment that might help. I was a tour guide at Wind Cave one summer, did a bunch of hiking. Hop in.”

The trip to Jenna’s house only took a few minutes, but it was such a relief to be off his feet, he hardly paid any attention to how they got there. “Walking downhill can actually be harder than going uphill because the foot is crammed against the toe of your boot,” Jenna told him.

“I had terrible shin splints one time,” Jenna’s mother, who said her name was Bess, told him.

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