Meeting Her Match by Clopton Debra

Author:Clopton, Debra [Clopton, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780373874385
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2007-06-02T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Pace was waiting for her the next morning when she pulled into his driveway. To her surprise he wore his regular cowboy gear minus the spurs and chaps plus tennis shoes. No cowboy boots in sight, yet still he managed to look head to toe like a cowboy at home on the range.

She wasn’t lost to the fact that she’d actually been looking forward to seeing him. She tried to pretend that she wasn’t excited about spending time with the broad-shouldered, ill-tempered man, but eventually she’d given up. She couldn’t help it that she had fun giving Pace a hard time.

“Hey, cowboy, how’s the morning treating you?”

He slid into the seat and fixed his charcoal eyes on her. “I’m looking forward to working on the church.”

Sheri was shocked by the good humor in his voice. She’d expected him to be mad. Hadn’t he caught on to what the posse was doing? “You are?” she said, hearing the surprise in her voice and knowing he heard it, too.

“Sure. I came to Mule Hollow to give something back to the Lord. Lending my time and muscle to keeping God’s house in shape seems like a good place to start.” He lifted an eyebrow. “You thought I wouldn’t want to?”

Sheri looked away, concentrating on steering the Jeep onto the road. Though it was morning, the air was already dry with heat. It whistled through her hair as they sped down the road. “Well, no,” she said. “I thought you’d hate being away from your horses is all.”

Pace had a hand resting on the top of the windshield and Sheri couldn’t help glancing at it. Pace had nice hands, large and tanned with a dusting of hair that was burnished to a golden hue from the exposure to the sun day after day. She felt a tingle race down her spine remembering how those hands had felt when he’d steadied her the day she’d stumbled. Oddly, they’d been so gentle. Like when he worked with his horses. Now he wanted to give time to God.

Was this Neanderthal actually a nice guy underneath?

She pushed away the thought. He did not need to be a man she could truly come to like.

“So you can paint?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve never seen a cowboy paint?”

“Well, of course I have.” She glanced back toward the road. “It’s just that you aren’t exactly like the rest of the guys.”

“And you aren’t exactly like other women.”

“Right,” Sheri snapped, irrationally irritated by the remark. “We’ve already established the way you view me. Let’s just stay away from that.” Why did it irritate her that he thought so little of her? The man had apologized, sort of. Yet she knew deep down he still had a poor opinion of her moral character.

“You’re not all bad.”

Was that supposed to make her feel better? “Gee, thank you so much. Now back to you. What I originally meant before we got sidetracked—” she gave him a pointed look of warning “—was that you just seem like a guy that wears spurs and chaps in your sleep.

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