Down Home Cowboy by Maisey Yates

Author:Maisey Yates
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2017-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

IT WAS A beautiful day for a wedding. And if Alison wasn’t such a marriage Scrooge she would very likely be thinking that this venue would be perfect for her own wedding.

But it wasn’t her wedding. She was never going to have another wedding. Anyway, her first wedding hadn’t been anywhere near this extravagant.

Really, it hadn’t been much of anything at all. She and Jared had made it legal at the courthouse, and that was basically the beginning and end of it.

Well, unfortunately the end hadn’t come until eight terrible years had passed. She frowned, putting the truck in Park and looking over at Violet. She had borrowed Lane’s rig again to get the massive cake all the way to Grassroots without incident. She had feared that if she stuffed it into her tiny back seat it wouldn’t hold up.

That brought her back to much better memories than her previous marriage. Like to what she had managed to accomplish in the back seat of her Camry just last night. She had managed to fold up a cowboy and fit him back there, and ride him like she was saving a horse.

Suddenly, the awkwardness inherent in the fact that she was fantasizing about the father of the girl sitting next to her made her throat tighten, and she cleared it, trying to get a handle on her brain. They had to get through this wedding without her having errant fantasies.

But she was thirty-two years old; it should be easy enough for her to control herself.

“It’s pretty here,” she said, “isn’t it?” Because she was desperate to get her mind on something other than the night before.

She and Violet both got out of the truck and surveyed the scenery for a moment.

“Yeah,” Violet said. “Weird though.”

“How?” Alison asked.

“Oh, it’s just...our ranch in Texas was in the middle of nowhere and all the trees and everything were totally different. The air smelled different.”

“Do you miss it?” Alison asked. She’d never left a place before, so she didn’t know what it was like to feel homesick like that.

“Sometimes,” Violet said. “But sometimes...sometimes I’m glad because there’s fewer bad memories.”

“Violet...”

“We should do the cake,” Violet said, rapidly switching the subject.

Alison decided to honor that.

She surveyed the scenery. Then, she paused when she saw a man walking past. “Excuse me?” She looked back at Violet. “We need help to move this behemoth. He’ll do.”

The guy, dressed in a dirty white T-shirt, white cowboy hat and battered jeans, turned toward them and started to walk in their direction.

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

Okay, he was pretty cute, and definitely charming, but being called ma’am didn’t do a whole lot for her self-esteem. And whatever. He was probably in his early thirties so he had no call to ma’am her. “Maybe,” she said. “We need help moving this giant cake into the tasting room.”

“Normally I would volunteer myself, but I’m not real steady on my feet these days. I can get you a cart though.”

“That will do.

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