The Courage of a Cowboy by Kristin Vayden

Author:Kristin Vayden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-10-20T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jasper hummed softly as he turned left onto the dirt road that wound around to his house. It wasn’t much if taken at face value, but to him, and especially to Harper, it was the most beautiful place on earth.

Home.

A place that was safe.

Somewhere to belong.

“Anything by Garth Brooks,” Kessed spoke up, a grin pulling at her full lips, reminding him of just how soft they’d been pressed against his.

“The thunder rolls…” he sang deeply.

“And the lightning strikes,” Kessed finished in an out-of-tune alto voice.

He bit back a small chuckle, enjoying her enthusiasm.

“This is it.” Jasper nodded toward the old white farmhouse. Its navy-blue shutters were faded to more of a gray, and the white paint was peeling at the peaks. The front porch sagged slightly from over fifty years of settling, but the old tire swing was still hanging from the sycamore tree out front.

“It’s like every picture of an old farmhouse I’ve ever seen.” Kessed blinked, a slow smile bringing his attention to her lips once more. “It’s perfect. This is where you grew up?”

Jasper nodded once, pulling up in front and killing the engine. “Yup. Wind blows like a banshee out here. Nothing to block it, but it’s home.”

Kessed met his gaze, a slight furrow in her brow. “A little wind never hurt anyone. After all, this is Ellensburg.”

“Indeed, it is,” Jasper agreed and opened the truck door. He glanced toward the weathered barn, and sure enough, Harper was already headed in their direction. Her lips in a full grin, he tried to take it at face value but knew that the past haunted her—even if she didn’t want to admit it. She’d been through hell, and she wasn’t healed up from the burn. Pain like that took time to heal. And there just hadn’t been enough time.

Yet.

“Hey, Harper, let me introduce you to Kessed.” Jasper held out a hand to Kessed, his body relaxing the moment her skin touched his.

“Hi.” Harper nodded once, her smile deepening as she glanced from him, down to his hand clasping Kessed’s, then back to his eyes.

Damn, he hoped she kept her mouth shut. She understood too much, and her knowing expression reminded him of that fact.

“Nice to put a face with the name.” Harper winked in Jasper’s direction.

Shit. She was going to be irritating.

“Same to you, I’ve heard a lot about you. And I understand that you’re the one to thank for my boots?” Kessed held out her hand and shook Harper’s.

“I have impeccable taste in gear.” Harper hitched a shoulder, drawing attention to the way her blonde tresses faded to deep purple, then black, almost matching the Indian feather earrings she always wore. She’d always complained that being a natural blonde was boring, so she’d taken to adding vibrant color whenever the mood struck. She’d stayed with purple for a while, and Jasper couldn’t help but wonder just what that meant. Distracting himself, he met his sister’s gaze.

“If you’re done patting yourself on the back, can you fill

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