Christine Wenger - The Cowboy Way

He took her hand and dropped some sugar cubes onto her palm. “Flat on your hand.”

“I remember.”

His hand skimmed hers, and he felt as if he’d gone eight seconds with Prickly Pear again. When she looked up at him with her glittering green eyes, he felt as if he were free-falling. Sooner or later he knew he’d hit the ground and eat dirt.

Why couldn’t he just walk away from Beth Conroy? He understood why he was drawn to her son. He saw the man he used to be in Kevin’s adoring eyes—not an over-the-hill, washed-up bull rider who’d been keeping the Justin Sports Medicine Program busy. Hell, Beth was everything he didn’t need—overprotective, stifling and bossy.

He didn’t know the answer, but he was going to push it out of his mind and concentrate on Wheelchair Rodeo for now. If it killed him, he was going to be on top again. He’d win his event this Saturday, the Jake Dixon Gold Buckle Challenge. Then he’d pick up the PBR tour in August. He’d win the bull-riding Finals in Vegas in October. Maybe after that, he’d retire. Then again, maybe not.

But if he did, he would retire a winner.

“I’ll show you how to saddle and bridle your horse,” Jake said.

Beth signaled her muscles to relax and not bunch. A nervous giggle escaped. She tried to cover it with a cough.

“I’d bet my boots that you’ve never saddled a horse before,” Jake said.

“Hope your socks are clean, because I’m going to win your boots.” She reached up and petted Thunder. “I did saddle a horse—once—many years ago. And I certainly read enough books about it when I was a kid. It’s probably like riding a bike. “

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let you do it alone, not the first time—but you’ll learn. Just like Kevin will learn. So will the rest of the kids who are cleared to ride. They’ll get a lot of help, and they’ll do what they can.”

His hands moved to her waist. She jumped. He was only getting her into position, but her heart pumped hard, sending heat through her veins. His touch was harmless, not intimate at all. Yet it had been a long time since a man other than Brad had touched her. Every nerve in her body was humming.

Jake lifted an orange-and-gray blanket that was draped over a metal stand and handed it to her. “Put that on his back. It’s made of heavy wool—cushions the horse from saddle sores and absorbs the sweat.”

She took the blanket and placed it on Thunder.

“Now the saddle. It weighs about thirty-five pounds. Can you handle it?”

“Kevin weighs much more than that, and I lift him.”

He felt the muscles in her upper arm and grinned. “I’m impressed. You’re a tough lady.”

“I just do what I have to.”

The smile left his face. “It must be difficult for you.”

“He’s my son.”

“If you don’t mind me saying so, you overprotect him.”

She stared at him until she finally found her voice. “What gives you the right to judge me, Mr. Dixon?”

“I can tell that—”

“Do you have a degree in child psychology?” She picked up the saddle and flung it on Thunder’s back. She could have flung Jake Dixon up there, too.

“I see you—”

“Mr. Dixon, what I think you need to do is concentrate on roping and riding the range and doing whatever else a cowboy does. Leave the child rearing to someone who has a child to rear.”

“How do you know I don’t have a child? Or a good dozen of them?”

“All your publicity says…” A vein pumped on his temple. She’d hit a nerve.

“Don’t believe everything you read,” he snapped. He took a couple of deep breaths and pushed his hat back. “Look, Beth, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was only going to say that you need to give the kid and yourself a break.”

Maybe she was too overprotective of Kevin, but that was because she was determined not to let anything more happen to her son. She realized that she couldn’t guarantee she’d be able to keep him safe forever, but she could sure as hell try.

“Let’s get back to the lesson,” she said.

He held his hands up in surrender. “I’ll drop it.” He grinned. “For now.”

“Forever.”

He moved his hat back to its usual position. “Lift the left stirrup and hook it over the horn. Good. Grab the cinch strap. Good. Pull it through. Good. You got it. Nothing to it. Now tighten it up. Harder.”

She grunted and tightened the strap as much as she could. She wasn’t a weakling. After the accident she had developed muscles that she hadn’t known she had.

“Now what?”

Jake gripped the saddle horn and jerked it. “Not good enough. Thunder puffed himself up.”

“He did what?”

“He doesn’t like being cinched, so he swells himself up. Brace yourself with a knee against his ribs—” he pointed “—about here.”

“I can’t do that!”

“It won’t hurt him.”

“I still can’t do it.”

“Okay.” He nudged Thunder with a knee. “Don’t make me get ugly in front of the lady, horse. She adores you. Knock it off.”

Jake easily tightened the cinch another few inches.

“Good boy.” Jake fed him a piece of carrot and turned to Beth.

He handed her a bridle. “Go for it.”

She stared down at the leather and metal in her hand, then at Thunder’s big yellow teeth. “I guess you can keep your boots on after all. I don’t remember this part.”

“Hold the bridle like this, and slip it under his chin and up over his eyes like this.”

She tried to concentrate as he demonstrated, but instead she noticed the faint scar that started just below Jake’s ear and ran to his jaw.

“This is a split-ear bridle. It goes around each ear. The bit rests forward in the horse’s mouth.”

He stopped as Thunder’s mouth opened. “See? Thunder’s used to it. He knows what to do even if you don’t.”

“Thank goodness.”

“You ready to try it?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Relax. He’s not going to bite you.”

His arms wrapped around her from behind. She could feel every hard muscle, every mountain and valley of his body against hers. His crotch bumped against her backside. She tried not to notice.

Oh, sure.

He helped her guide the bridle into place. “See? Nothing to it,” he said.

Why am I so warm?

She turned and found herself staring at Jake’s full lips. They turned up into a sly grin.

He was so close, so overwhelmingly masculine, and she had a strong desire to get away from him. She stepped back.

“Drop ’em.”

“What?”

“Drop the reins to the ground. Thunder’s a cattle horse. He’s trained to stand still when the reins are dropped to the ground.”

She just couldn’t think around him, and she hated to feel so out of control, so disjointed. “Oh. You want me to drop the reins.”

She did as instructed. Thunder stood as still as a statue in a park.

“Ready to ride?”

She nodded, feeling like she was a kid again. She was at the horse barn at the state fair. Only this time, the horse was hers.

He patted the horse’s neck. “Cowboy up!”

Her cheeks were flushed. Jake suspected it was because he made her nervous and she wasn’t particularly fond of him. But perhaps she was just excited about riding the horse.

She sucked in a deep breath. “I guess this is how Kevin feels. Maybe he’s more like me than I’ve given him credit for.”

“Ah, so you’re a cowgirl at heart?”

“When I was a girl, I wanted a horse more than anything in the world.” She petted Thunder’s neck. “We lived in a tract house, so there wasn’t enough land for a horse. Even if my father had bought one, he couldn’t afford to stable it.”

Jake couldn’t imagine growing up without horses and cattle. He needed wide-open spaces. “Out here, just about every kid grows up with a horse, or dozens of them.”