The Final Turn (Cajun Cowboys Book 2) by Patricia Watters

Author:Patricia Watters [Watters, Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Racing Quarter Horses, Cajun Cowboys Series, Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Christian Stories, Faith Based, Inspirational Reads, Love Inspired, Bachelor, Single Mother, Hearts Desire, Clean & Wholesome, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Small Town & Rural Area, Animals-Horses & Cattle, Beautiful & Feisty, Cowboy & Western Romance, Southwest Louisiana's Prairie Country
Publisher: Patricia Watters
Published: 2020-03-26T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

By the day of the match races, Piper's reasoning powers were embroiled in a battle, one side urging her to go with hopes of jockeying a horse and leave right afterwards, the other side telling her to put on the flowery dress and show up at the fais do-do where she and Ace could slip off to the stable and nestle together on a bed of fresh rice straw and cuddle and kiss till the band stopped playing. Or she could take a neutral position and head over to Anne's where she could play with Joey and visit with Anne and hope Ace wouldn't pop in. Seeing him would deactivate her logical mind and she'd find herself acting like a girly girl.

To make sure she stayed on the match race path, she changed into riding pants, a work shirt, and riding boots so she'd be ready if someone cancelled. She'd leave right after, no dancing with Ace in the shed row, no hugging and kissing while trying to convince herself she didn't want to experience those big hands stroking her back, or feel those masculine lips on hers, or hear the kind of words a Cajun man might whisper to his lady love in the privacy of an empty stall.

Forcing aside those thoughts, she put her helmet, safety vest, and racing saddle into a gunny sack, tossed in Rags's squeaky chicken along with a plastic bag with carrots, and slinging the sack over her shoulder, cut through the cane field toward the Broussards.

When she arrived at Anne's she found Anne in the kitchen with oven mitts on while placing the second of two pecan pies in the oven, no doubt for the fais do-do, and Joe entertaining Joey on the floor, both of them moving plastic horses and cowboys through plastic-fenced enclosures that held several plastic cows, and into a barn Joe made out of scraps of plywood, leftovers from paneling their laundry room two years before.

Seeing her standing in the doorway, Joey rushed over, and raising his hands, said to her, "Tante Pip. Be a horse."

"A racehorse or a bronc?" Piper asked.

"A bronc like Daddy rides."

"Okay, get ready to hop aboard and be prepared to hold on." Piper dropped to her hands and knees while the toddler climbed up and straddled her for an energetic ride of bucking and bouncing around the living room, the activity sending Joey into squeals of laughter.

Ten minutes later, the activity having finally run its course, Joe said to his son, "Tee Joe, we've gotta check fences before the match races, so get your hat and boots and give Momma and Tante Pip a hug and let's get goin'."

Piper loved it that Joe took Joey in the saddle in front of him to do their "ranch work," as Joe called it. He was a model dad who was eagerly awaiting the arrival of his little daughter, having been the one to select her name. Before leaving, he said to Piper, "You comin' to the match races this afternoon?"

Piper nodded.

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