Westin Legacy by Alice Sharpe - Open Sky Ranch 02 - Westin Legacy

Author:Alice Sharpe - Open Sky Ranch 02 - Westin Legacy [Sharpe, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Suspense, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 9780373695768
Google: Vhgi1-Z4dbYC
Amazon: 0373695764
Goodreads: 12258026
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-10-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Sheriff Clayton Inkwell was a man whose appearance misled the unwary. It wasn’t just the mass of white-blond bristly hair that escaped his cap, or the unshaven chin or even the dusty green uniform. It was something in his eyes, lurking there in the pale blue depths, that hinted you could tell him whatever you wanted. Heck, he was just putting in time until he retired in a couple years; he was a good old boy and about as smart as a grasshopper.

Adam knew none of it was true. He suspected Inkwell would be reelected as Woodwind’s sheriff until he sat down at his desk one day and keeled over dead. And he would be reelected because of one reason: come hell or high water, he got things done.

Why was Echo late for this meeting? He knew she was back. He’d caught sight of her a few times in the field but he’d gone out of his way to avoid her. Once that meant turning the tractor and going back over land that had already been mowed which was a giant waste of time but he didn’t care. As far as he was concerned, they had nothing left to say to one another.

Unless she’d somehow managed to single-handedly blow up the cave and the whole team of archaeologists inside it and he doubted that.

He and the sheriff sat on a bench in the shade. Pauline delivered iced tea and they chatted about the last time Inkwell had been at the house, right after Pierce and Princess Analise’s problems. Adam wanted the sheriff busy elsewhere before Wilcox and the others returned. The cave thing had to go smoothly or his father might well rescind permission. Thinking about his father didn’t help Adam stay calm.

He used to be the even-keeled one. Pierce was the rebel. Cody was the tip-of-the-iceberg type. They all had their roles. His was Mr. Take-It-Easy.

But you wouldn’t know it now, not since Echo had showed up.

“Why don’t I just go over my story again,” he finally said. “Echo and you can mosey inside and talk about her part when she decides to show up.”

Inkwell crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, that’s okay. I got me nowhere else more important to be and I’d rather do it this way. Don’t like chewing the fat twice.” He paused a second and nodded toward the fields. “Anyway, she’s coming right now,” he added.

Adam turned to find a horse at full gallop covering the newly mown field. “I doubt that’s her.”

But he was wrong, it was Echo. She was on the big bay gelding and she handled him now as though she’d been riding all her life. She slowed the big boy to a walk and swung off him, hitting the driveway with her reddish boots and striding toward the two men, horse trailing behind.

Her jeans were tight, her red tank top was tighter, and the brown Stetson settled on her ebony hair just iced the cake.

And yet what Adam saw was moonlight-drenched flesh, glistening wet and incredibly smooth.

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