Never Kiss a Cowgirl by Ali Vali

Author:Ali Vali [Vali, Ali]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2023-05-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The ground was still wet from the heavy dew, making the four-wheeler skid a bit as they drove through the pasture, heading to the farthest eastern side of the property. Asher had received a text at four that morning that the cow was in labor so they should make it in time.

She stopped far enough away to not spook the cow that was braying as if she had plenty to complain about. “You want to go help out? I’d join you, but the crutches will make me useless.” Asher turned and offered Reagan the opportunity.

“That’s a big cow,” Reagan said.

“It’s going to be a big baby, so get in there.”

Reagan was a mess by the time the calf was standing next to her mother and nursing for the first time. With any luck they’d repeat the same process another twenty or so times before the day was out. Their birthing season had been successful so far, and if Reagan and Wade were willing to let it go, she wanted the rest of the land to fit a bigger herd, but she’d be happy with what she had if they didn’t. If experiences counted for anything, today would get Reagan more involved next door.

“You’re going to have to lend me a towel,” Reagan said, holding her arms away from her body.

“Tell me that didn’t bring back memories.” Asher smiled when Reagan plucked at her shirt. When a cow needed a little help calving, it always turned into a messy situation. There was nothing like it, though. Even if she was supposed to be a rancher and tough bull rider, the birth of a calf was something special, and she was lucky enough to experience it all the time.

“You’re still a softie when it comes to these guys. It’s good to know not all things change,” Reagan said. “The only thing is, you didn’t think this through, did you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You have to give me a ride back to the house, and I’m not taking my clothes off to climb on behind you.” Reagan was a smart woman, so she knew exactly what she was doing when she said that.

Asher cursed the heat in her ears that confirmed she couldn’t control her blush. “There’ll be a shower waiting for both of us, so don’t worry about it. Let’s get moving,” she said gruffly, but Reagan only smiled. “I have that appointment with Harry, and I’m sure you’re ready to get the hell away from me.”

“If that’s what you think, you’re wrong,” Reagan said. “Thank you for last night and this morning.” Reagan’s voice was like velvet, and it wove into her ear like a warm breeze. She got back on the four-wheeler and leaned in to her.

Just like the blush, Asher couldn’t control her response, and like Pavlov’s dogs, her body reacted like it had hundreds of times before when Reagan was this close to her. All she could think to do was nod and start the engine. She needed to put some space between them and concentrate on a life where Reagan was only her friend.

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