Falling For The Rebel Cowboy

“Yeah, and awesome.” Even as he said it, she licked her lips, and he wanted to be the one to make her do that. Not a cinnamon roll. He cut a piece off and handed her his fork. “Just try it. One bite won’t kill you.”

She took the fork and slid it between her lips. Her eyes closed as she chewed. “That is the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life.”

He picked up her unopened bunch of silverware and took the napkin off. “Go on, have some more. I’ve got plenty here.” He’d just taken a bite of eggs when she snatched a piece of bacon off his plate and ate it in no time.

“I thought you don’t eat breakfast.”

Red stole across her cheeks, and she looked sheepish. “Must be this mountain air. I’m actually hungry today. And I haven’t had bacon in years.”

He grinned, gestured to Patsy for another order, and slid his plate across the table to Frankie. “Well, don’t deprive yourself anymore. Dig in.”

They ate in near silence, and it surprised him that it was not an uncomfortable silence.

The front door opened, and a cold wind blew in two older women. They zeroed in on Wyatt and frowned. As they passed their table, one of them harrumphed and muttered the word trouble, and he almost spit out his coffee.

Frankie leaned forward toward him. “What on earth was that about?”

“Teachers.”

“Yours?”

“Yup.”

“I take it the school years were not pleasant ones?”

They weren’t—especially with the passing of his mother. But the last thing he needed was her learning he’d never graduated. “Why?”

“Because they keep whispering to each other and looking at you. Do you want to leave?”

“Nope. It was a long time ago. Let’s just say I wasn’t the best student.”

* * *

FRANCINE PUSHED OPEN the door and walked to where Wyatt waited for her. He leaned against the side of the truck, legs crossed in front of him, thumbs in his belt loops. He seemed to be staring at something and nothing at the same time, his mind a million miles away. The hint of grief on his face really surprised her.

She hated to bring him any more grief, but the conversation she’d just had in the diner bathroom troubled her. She dreaded bringing it up to Wyatt, but she had to, for John Allen’s sake. Once they were on the way back to the ranch, she leaned forward and turned the radio down a bit.

“When I was in ladies’ room, one of those old biddy teachers followed me in.”

“And?”

“She told me to stay away from you, for my own sake. And safety.”

His face turned to stone, and he wouldn’t look at her. A muscle jumped in his cheek, and she all but heard him grinding his teeth. “That so?”

“She said you’re a troublemaker.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was a bit of a rebel in my younger days.”

“Just a bit?”

He winced. “Okay, more than a bit. I wasn’t the best student, and I had a lot of anger.”

“So you were in a gang?”

“What?”

“She said you’d been in a gang.”

“I guess from her point of view, we were a gang. I hung around with a few guys and we had motorcycles, played pranks, caused trouble around town, if you call that a gang.”

“You had a motorcycle in high school?”

He shrugged. “I did odd jobs for the mechanic in town. He let me buy an old one for cheap. Had to rebuild it from the frame up.”

“You rebuilt a motorcycle as a kid?”

“I was always good with mechanics. Better than learning anything in school,” he muttered almost under his breath, but she heard him. “Damn thing stalled more than it ran. But it was mine, and it got me off the ranch. I still have it, even though I don’t ride it much anymore.”

She steeled herself, dreading the next part, hating to pry, but she had to. “The old lady also said you’d been in jail.”

His whole body went still, and his eyes narrowed. “This is why I hate coming to town,” he muttered. “That part is true.”

Adrenaline flooded her body, and she wanted to jump out of the truck. What had she been thinking yesterday, letting her boy spend the day with a complete stranger—who had a record!

“I’ll bet she didn’t tell you that I took the rap to keep my friend safe, did she?” he ground out through clenched teeth.

“No, she didn’t. Is that what happened?”

“My friends and I were out one night. Todd had gotten hold of some booze, so we were passing the bottle around, feeling pretty good. He did something stupid and the cops were called. If his dad had found out, he’d have beaten Todd again, real bad. So I took the rap and had to spend the night in jail. The charges were dropped the next morning because someone saw what really happened and stepped forward.”

He glanced over at her, a vein jumping in his temple. She could tell how much it bothered him to talk about this. She set a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. I had to ask because of my son.”

“I’d never hurt a kid,” he ground out, yanking his arm from beneath her touch. “And I don’t appreciate anyone thinking I would.”

Chapter Five (#u1cc44118-6485-5bad-9ad2-b7d83c7c4295)

Francine held John Allen’s hand as they walked toward the barbecue dinner set up outside the main lodge. The night sky was full of stars twinkling like diamonds. A perfectly beautiful sight to end a not-so-perfect day.

Her mind immediately flashed to Wyatt, and she gave a brief shake of her head. She’d had a good time with him this morning. It was the first time in a while she’d spent time with a man she didn’t work with, one who didn’t want to use her for something else—like her ex. The weasel had only married her to gain a position at her dad’s company and, apparently, to control her finances. After the divorce, Frankie had a tough time getting Robert to call John Allen or even write a birthday card.

Maybe that was why Wyatt was such a surprise. He wasn’t who she’d thought he was originally—and she liked him. Finding out about that jail stint was a shock, but she liked him more, knowing he’d done it to protect a friend.

It made him more attractive, if that was even possible.

But the drive home had been very tense. She knew she’d upset him with her questions, and she’d tried to apologize once more, but he’d brushed her off. He’d been so quiet the rest of the way back that by the time he pulled up to the lodge, she’d worried he might not stop the truck completely. But he’d been a gentleman and opened her door for her, got her packages out of the back. Then he’d sped off with Sadie, practically leaving a trail of dust behind him.

She spotted him across the patio now, talking to a small group of men. Worn denim cupped his butt, contoured to his thigh muscles. His arms were folded across his chest, biceps bulging. She appreciated the view, just like she would any other man who filled out his clothes well—at least, that was what she told herself.