Back in
the saddle again…
HIS LAST RODEO
Sierra Legacy #4
Claire McEwen
Releasing May 1, 2017
Harlequin Superromance
Excerpt
Kit
glanced at his towel in horror. “Use the lint-free kind.” She handed him a
towel from the stack on the shelf over the sink. “Jeez, you are green, aren’t
you?”
“Green
at this,” Tyler admitted. “But rumor has it I’m a pretty quick study.”
“Well,
I guess we’ll find out if the rumors are true,” she teased. “It’s your first
Friday night, isn’t it?”
“It
sure is.” He tried to smile, but it felt a little weak. “I’m looking forward to
it. But I’ve got a few nerves.”
“You
should. You have no idea what you’re doing.” Her intoxicating combination of
sass and mischief had the glass slipping out of his hand, so he had to hustle
to catch it.
“Nice
reflexes,” she murmured. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”
“If
you help me out tonight, there is. I can pour a pint—”
“Barely.”
“—and
measure out a shot. But if I get anything more complicated than that, I’m
toast.”
“You
don’t know your cocktails?”
“Don’t
drink ’em myself. I’ve been reading recipes, but I’m more of a hands-on
learner.” A nice way of saying that half the words he read made no sense. He
glanced hopefully in her direction. “I just need a good teacher.”
“You
want me to train you? You won’t be embarrassed?”
“When
you rodeo, you learn by falling on your ass in front of hundreds of people.
This can’t be more humiliating than that.”
She
studied him from underneath her thick black lashes. “What’s in it for me?”
“A
boss who’s not totally incompetent?”
Her
slow smile could melt metal. “But that could be kind of fun to watch.”
“No
shit-show is fun to watch for long. Plus I saw you with those customers. You
pretend to be all tough, but you have a soft spot for the lost and lonely. I’m
part of that club right now.”
“You?”
She laughed, soft and bitter. He’d give a lot to know what put that resentment
in her soul. “Not the words I’d ever use to describe someone like you.”
“Someone
like me will pay you a training stipend. A hundred extra bucks each night.”
“Now
you’re trying to buy my help?” She scrubbed the pint glass in her hand with
extra vigor. “Not everything can be bought, you know. Loyalty, for example.”
“I’m
not asking for your loyalty, though that would be nice,” Tyler said. “I’m
trying to treat you like a professional. You have years of experience. I have
none and I need to learn. So I pay you extra to share your expertise with me.
It’s only right.”
“Fine,”
she said quietly. “I’ll do it. But you have to be willing to move fast and do
what I say.”
“I’m
yours to command,” he said, liking the flush creeping up her cheeks at the tiny
innuendo. “And I appreciate the help.”
She
grabbed a stack of dry glasses. “Well, let’s get going then. It’s getting loud
out there, which means it’s getting busy.”
They
rounded the corner and Tyler was amazed to see a crowd that stretched almost to
the door. A quick scan revealed a collection of some of the most rugged-looking
folks he’d ever seen in one place. Bikers in leather, ranch hands in hats,
jeans and bowlegs. Women in tight T-shirts and big hair. Kit glanced over her
shoulder. “Welcome to the Dusty Saddle. Hope you’re ready to earn your spurs.”
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