Curvy Girls: The Big Girl and the Bounty Hunter by Georgette St. Clair

Author:Georgette St. Clair
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-04-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“Coffee?”

Josephine sat upright with a jerk.

She’d fallen asleep on the loveseat, sometime after 4 a.m.

Cooper had never come back to the Dry Gulch Saloon. He hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted. She’d teetered between worry and anger all night long.

Sleep had been impossible. Was he hurt? Was he stranded somewhere?

Apparently not, because he was standing in front of her the flesh, hair rumpled, faint circles under his eyes as if he’d been up all night, button-down shirt wrinkled and creased…and still heartbreakingly handsome.

Damn him.

Cooper set a tray with two coffee cups on the small table in the corner of the room. “I’m sorry about last night,” he said. “I bought croissants, too.”

Silently, she peeled back the coffee cup lid.

“Two creams, one sugar. I remembered how you like it.”

She took a healthy swig of coffee and a bite of buttery croissant.

“Just so you know, I wasn’t out with anyone else last night,” he said. “I was working. And no, I didn’t find him.”

She looked him steadily in the eye and took another big sip of coffee.

“So, uh, I guess you weren’t out with anyone else last night either? Right?”

She shrugged, and felt mildly gratified to see the look of dismay on his face. “You weren’t, were you?” he asked insistently.

“Cooper. You were out all night looking for my brother, obviously. This isn’t going to work with us. Your top priority has to be arresting my brother; it’s your job. I understand that. But I don’t think I’ll be able to live with it if you hunt him down like an animal and bring him back in handcuffs.”

“Josephine, I know he’s your brother. But every day that he’s out here is another day that he’s deliberately on the run, violating parole, with no explanation.”

She winced. There was an explanation; he was hunting for lost treasure, and once he’d violated parole, there was no point in him going back until he found the treasure. But she couldn’t tell Cooper that.

“Can’t we work something out?” His tone was pleading.

“We’re pretty much at an impasse here. I’m going to ask Betsy if I can go stay at her house while I’m in town. I’m pretty sure she’ll say yes.”

Her heart lurched in her chest as she said it, and she stared down at the coffee table, blinking hard to keep from crying and hoping against hope that Cooper didn’t notice.

Getting involved with Cooper had been a terrible idea from the start.

She glanced at her watch. “Oh, damn. I have to hurry.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Out,” she said curtly.

She rushed into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, showered quickly, and was out and dressed in low heeled boots, jeans, and a t-shirt, in five minutes flat.

He looked at the boots. “Those kind of look like horse riding boots.”

“Yep. Cheyenne lent them to me.”

A car horn blared outside, and Josephine walked out without looking back at him. He scrambled after her and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it quickly.

Cheyenne was outside, idling her car, and Betsy was in the front seat.

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