How to Lasso a Cowboy

“I promised Tom that I’d ramrod his ranch while I’m laid up. I’ll try and stay out of your way and not bother you.”

She shook her head. “It’s not a bother, Dustin. I’m happy to help.”

He was sure that she was trying to be polite, but he didn’t intend to be a burden on her, or anyone. That wasn’t his style. He was just here to help Tom while he was on the road, and he could do that on crutches.

And he was going to enjoy Jenna’s company while he was here.

In spite of his injury, one good thing could come of it—he would finally get to know her better. But no matter how much he was still attracted to her, nothing would come of their close proximity—he’d see to that. He’d made a promise to Tom. And Dustin Morgan was a man of his word.

Jenna’s senses were reeling as if she were back in high school. She tried to play it cool, just as she had back then, but her cool probably seemed standoffish.

Later, as she made Andy and Dustin ham-and-cheese sandwiches, she thought of Dustin’s blue eyes—his sexy gaze was more intense than ever. His lips seemed more sensuous and his black hair looked even softer.

But his smile and good nature were what always charmed the high school girls. When he turned on his smile, flashing those whiter-than-white teeth, no female was immune.

Jenna had attended several PBR events through the years, but to see him up-close and personal for the first time in ages made her heart race and her cheeks heat. She hoped that as they spent more time together, she’d get over her high school reaction. After all, her schoolgirl crush on him was over. Wasn’t it?

She was too old for crushes, darn it. She was just admiring a handsome man. That’s all.

At the table, Dustin and Andy were deep in conversation about bull riders and their statistics. Too bad that Andy didn’t pay as much attention to his arithmetic as he did riding percentages.

Jenna smiled as she set the sandwiches down in front of them. “Anyone want anything to drink?”

“Please,” Dustin said.

“Please,” Andy said, and Jenna figured that if Dustin asked for a glass of fish oil, Andy would want the same. Just looking at Andy, she could see that the boy was under the spell of Dustin Morgan.

Well, Jenna Reed was going to fight her attraction. Her thirtieth birthday was right around the corner, for heaven’s sake, and she wasn’t going to fall for one guy. It was time for her to live, to explore and to take risks.

But how was she suppose to do that at Tom’s ranch?

She set glasses of milk in front of Andy and Dustin. Dustin pulled out a chair for her from his sitting position as best he could. She smiled her thanks and sat down next to him, looked straight into his dark blue eyes and took a long breath.

“I prepared the guest room for you. It has its own bathroom and shower. I thought that would be more convenient.” Jenna took a bite of her sandwich, but she was too nervous to eat any more, sitting so close to Dustin and inhaling his musky scent.

“Thank you. I’m dying to take a shower.” He turned to Andy. “But I can’t yet due to this dang cast. I can only take a bath, and I can’t get it wet.”

A picture of Dustin naked flashed into her mind, and her throat went dry. She gulped down some milk.

“Jenna, you haven’t said much,” Dustin said. “We’ve got some catching up to do. What are you doing these days—are you still based in Phoenix?”

He leaned over the table as if prepared to give her his complete attention. That was another trait of Dustin’s that made the females swoon.

“I’ve been teaching fourth grade. In my spare time—which isn’t much—I coach the district’s spelling-bee team and debate team.”

Dustin took a bite of his sandwich. “That sounds like a full load.”

“It keeps me busy,” she said.

“So you’re teaching the same grade that Andy had trouble with. No wonder Tom asked you to help him out.” Dustin ruffled the boy’s hair. “So how are you doing with your math and reading, partner?”

Andy shrugged. “Okay, I guess.”

“He’s doing terrific,” Jenna said, handing Andy his napkin so he’d wipe his mouth. “He’s made a lot of progress already.”

“It’s bor-ring,” Andy said, resting his cheek on his palm. “Totally bor-ring.”

Dustin shrugged. “Well, maybe I could help,”

Andy nodded. “Cool, Uncle Dustin.”

It was very nice of him to volunteer to help Andy, but Jenna was a little put out. She was a teacher, for goodness’ sake—she could manage herself.

She tried to figure out something else to say. “How are your parents, Dustin? Tom told me that they like Alaska.”

“They love it. My father has taken up hunting again, and Mom has a nice circle of friends that she met at church.” He met her gaze. “I still miss your parents, Jenna. Your mom and dad were good to me.”

Jenna closed her eyes. She could still see the accident, although the police and Tom hadn’t let her approach the scene.

Damn that drunk driver.

She blinked back her tears. “There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss them, too.”

Dustin cleared his throat. “Well, if you’ll both excuse me, I think I need to rest a little. It’s been a long trip.”

“I’ll show you to the guest room,” Jenna said.

“I know where it is.”

Of course he did. He visited the ranch often.

“Do you need any help?” she asked.

“No.”

She frowned. “If you don’t need help, then why are you here?”

He raised an eyebrow. “To supervise the ranch operation.”

“You’re also here to rest and heal.”

Obviously, he wasn’t the type to be waited on, but if he refused to let anyone help him, then what was she supposed to do?

Jenna followed Dustin into the hallway that led to his room, so Andy wouldn’t overhear their discussion.

“Dustin?” she whispered.

He turned and raised an eyebrow.