Disarming the Rancher by Barb Han

Author:Barb Han [Han, Barb]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barb Han

“Mind if Hardy clears the barn?” Raleigh could feel her cheeks warm.

“Go for it.” Brax opened the door. “Watch the stables. Some of the horses spook easily.”

Hardy thanked him and walked inside.

“Sorry about this.” Raleigh motioned toward Hardy as he walked inside.

“Don’t worry about it.” Brax’s expression said the opposite, but she didn’t think this was the time to call him out.

“I really appreciate it. I’ve put him through a lot in the past twenty-four hours and I’m trying to make it up to him by giving him a little more of the reins.”

“I’m not a big fan of someone I don’t know carrying a weapon on our property,” Brax admitted. “But if it keeps you here, I’m willing to make an exception.”

She’d been clear where she stood on a relationship, so she needed to be strong on her convictions. Except the pull to Brax was stronger than anything she’d ever felt. Even his scent drew her in, all spicy and male. His warmth made her want to take a step closer, like she was walking into the sun.

She loved the sun.

After a few minutes, Hardy appeared in the opened doorway.

“All good,” he said.

“Thanks. Why don’t you stand out here and make sure it stays that way?” Raleigh had no intention of allowing Hardy inside the barn while she tried to write.

“Yes, ma’am.” Hardy seemed pleased with the compromise, and he was there to do a job after all.

Raleigh scooted inside and went straight to the loft. She climbed the spiral staircase and her mood lightened. It was like she had on fifteen winter coats and one came off with each step.

“I love this place,” she said.

The arched ceiling made it possible for Brax to stand up. There were a couple of hay bales pushed up against one wall. Someone had brought a couple of cartons up here at one point and they made for comfortable seating. But her favorite spot was smack in the middle, sitting on the floor with her legs crisscrossed, hunkered over a guitar.

She planted herself down and then propped her arms up on the guitar.

“So, tell me something about you,” she said to Brax.

“Like what?” His eyebrow arched.

“You tell me,” she said. “Anything.”

“I hated school,” he said.

“Same here. Mrs. Wriggles was the meanest teacher I’ve ever seen,” she said on a sigh.

“Sure made seventh grade harder than it had to be,” he agreed.

“Is she still around?” she asked.

“I think she retired a couple of years ago. Seems like I overheard Mom talking about it,” he said.

“Lone Star Pass education system is the better for it.” She laughed for the first time in a really long time. It was the kind that bubbled up from her stomach and tickled her throat on the way up.

“You can say that again,” he said. “I had a lot of good teachers, to be fair. School just wasn’t for me.”

“As I remember, you were pretty good at it,” she said, realizing she might have just given away the fact she’d kept tabs on him back then.

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