Fake Fiance, Real Revenge by Roxanne Snopek

Author:Roxanne Snopek [Snopek, Roxanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Three River Ranch, Roxanne Snopek, cowboy, series, Entangled publishing, revenge, sweet romance, Contemporary, Romance, small town, Fake engagement, Bliss
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2013-08-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Mitch was mucking out stables for Rory, who’d taken Lulu to town for some kind of mom-and-tot fitness class. It looked to him like they already got plenty of exercise chasing after each other, but he was glad for an hour or two of solitude. He was glad for the work, too; anything to keep his mind off Sabrina. Something had changed between them after stopping at Hard Tack. That kiss had unintentionally reset the bar. Now he couldn’t stop wondering whether the person he was lying to most of all might not be himself.

He tossed another forkful of soiled straw onto the growing pile, relishing the forgotten satisfaction of old-fashioned physical work. Bliss had resurrected someone’s forgotten cowboy hat and it fit him well enough to keep the hair out of his eyes. His shirt was damp with sweat when the door banged open, announcing Della’s arrival.

“I want you to take us out on the range. A proper cowboy campout,” she emphasized. “Tents, bedrolls, the whole works. Maybe this weekend. What do you say?”

“Ha-ha,” he said, kicking fresh clean bedding over the concrete floor.

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m serious.”

He straightened up and lifted the hat to wipe his face. “As I recall, the first ride nearly crippled you. A whole weekend on horseback? Overnight and all? In a tent? Not a good idea.”

“Why the hell not?” Della propped her fists against denim-clad hips and glared pitchforks at him. “For an entrepreneur, you have a remarkably closed mind sometimes. You think I can’t sleep without a featherbed and warm milk in a crystal mug? I’ve already peed behind a bush! This is part of the experience and I intend to have it.”

Another image he’d have to bleach from his brain. And he didn’t appreciate her not-so-subtle jab about his business acumen.

“I just meant,” he said, forcing his voice to remain steady, “that I’m not sure you appreciate how rough it’ll be in the high country. Why do you want to go that far, anyway?”

“I want to see the view.” Her chin stuck out. “You only gave us a taste before.”

“Well. I’ll see what I can do.” No one wanted an unhappy Della, least of all him. “But no tents. I’ll ask Herb about the cabins. There used to be a few around, for longer cattle drives or checking traplines. But I have no idea if they’re still there, or what shape they’re in.”

“As long as I get a view of the whole valley.” She sounded suspicious.

“You will,” he said. “And trust me, at the end of the day, you’ll be grateful for cabins—and outhouses.”

“You might have a point there,” she conceded. Then her face brightened. “Of course, you’ll bring Sabrina.”

“Sabrina?” He reacted without thinking. “Why?”

“Why not? Of course,” her voice grew crafty, “Paris and I might enjoy having you all to ourselves.”

This was a woman who understood how to twist a knife. “She’ll be there, don’t worry.”

“Excellent!” Della beamed at him. “I’m sure Bliss will have plenty of suggestions for camp food.

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