The Cowboy and the Cop by Christine Wenger

Author:Christine Wenger
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

As they drove home from the airport, Luke thought of how Amber had him roped and tied like a steer at a rodeo.

He wanted to make out in the car with her, but he didn’t dare. It would lead to more, and Amber deserved better than sex in the front seat of her car, although there was more room in the back seat, but if they folded the back seats down...um, no.

It was for the better that he’d stopped kissing her. He was getting in over his head, but boy howdy, her perfume smelled great. Sort of like roses.

They really didn’t have anything in common other than a love of bull riding and of the town of Beaumont.

Maybe not even that. They both were leaving Beaumont. He’d be going back on the road at the end of summer to get enough points for the Finals and, sooner or later, Amber would leave work for the state police somewhere.

He’d have to think on this one.

From the time she’d driven up to meet him at his autographing to the historical properties grant and even pitching in to help him, Amber had been terrific. Even before all that, she’d given Big Dan two occasions to straighten out. Even when he was arrested a third time, she’d recommended probation and rehab. Now she was driving Luke around Beaumont as if she were his personal taxi.

Amber was nice. Damn nice.

He knew a lot of nice women, but why was Amber the one he couldn’t get out of his mind? Why was she the one he wanted to be with?

What puzzled him was why hadn’t she kicked him out? Instead they were going to clear out a spare bedroom and she was going to make a meatloaf.

And he was liking every minute, even when they disagreed.

Amber pulled into her parking spot at the Happy Tea Pot.

“Luke, while I’m putting the meatloaf together, how about if I show you the spare room and you can tell me what can stay and what you want to go? I have a sewing machine there, a desk, a bunch of clothes stacked on the bed—just put them in my room, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all and, really, your couch is fine.”

“Not when I come home early in the morning or have to leave early in the morning. Next week, I’m working four to midnight, so that won’t be bad, but I’d hate to wake you.”

Yeah, she was too nice.

“Thanks for thinking of me, but I’m the moocher. I don’t want to put you out any more than I already have.”

“It’s no problem, and I actually enjoy cooking and baking for someone. After all, when my mother left my father, I cooked and baked for my father and brothers. I guess I’m a nurturer.”

“A nurturer and a cop. Now that’s interesting,” Luke said.

“I think they go together.”

“You’re right. You got my father into rehab.”

They climbed the stairs to her apartment and, after she unlocked the door, Amber headed for the kitchen.

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