Just a Cowboy and His Baby

Author:Carolyn Brown [Brown, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781402270185
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

The white lines in the middle of the highway whipped past at seventy five miles per hour and Gemma’s thought pattern spun around in her head at the same speed. She had to remember to touch her lucky horseshoe. She had to eat a hamburger from the rodeo grounds even if they didn’t get there until time to ride. Tomorrow morning she was flying home. She’d be there in time for Sunday dinner, and they were having music out on the lawn afterwards.

She and Trace still needed to talk, but that might have to wait until they got to the Dodge City rodeo at the end of the month. By then she’d have things sorted out and finalized. And once Gemma reached that point, not even wild horses could make her change her mind.

Josh Turner’s “Your Man,” the ringtone she’d set up for Trace’s calls, started playing on her cell phone. She reached over to the console and touched the speakerphone button.

“Ready to pull off for lunch?” she asked.

“Only if you are. We’re only about an hour from the rodeo grounds. I can wait for a rodeo hot dog or maybe they’ll have gyros,” Trace said.

“I was looking forward to a rodeo hamburger.”

“Does that bring you good luck?”

She hesitated.

“It does, doesn’t it? You have to eat a burger from the rodeo grounds before the ride to get your mojo,” he teased.

“And yours is a hot dog, right? Would that be with or without a beer?” she shot right back at him.

“No beer, darlin’. Can’t drink a drop before a ride,” he admitted.

“And that’s part of your mojo too, isn’t it?”

“I’m a better poker player than that. I’m not giving up my tell, darlin’. Speakin’ of poker, how about a game after the rodeo? In my trailer?”

“What’s the stakes?” she asked.

“I was thinkin’ one item of clothing at a time,” he said in a husky voice.

Gemma’s overactive imagination gave her a flash of Trace losing his last sock when she laid out a full house. “I’m a damn good poker player. You sure you want to go there?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah, I’m real sure. And every time I win a piece of your getup, I get to take it off however I want. You have to lie still and let me take my time,” he teased.

“Lie?” she asked.

“Sure. We’ll play right in the middle of my bed.”

She lowered her voice. “And when you lose an item of clothing do I get the same privilege?”

He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am, and I’ll look forward to it. But there is no way you will beat me.”

“I’ll bring a brand-new deck of cards. That way we’ll both know they haven’t been marked. Right after the rodeo dance is over, we’ll meet at your trailer, and honey, you ain’t played with a pro until you play with me,” Gemma said.

“Why wait until after the rodeo dance?”

“Because I’m going to celebrate my win and you are going to dance with me. Besides, the Cheyenne rodeo is my favorite of all of them.

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