though. She shut the door and sat on her couch with a huge sigh. If he went to get something, then why didn’t he just tell her? Her eyes dropped to her coffee table and her heart nearly stopped.
There, on top of her Glamour magazine was her list of to do notebook. On it, as usual, was a boring list:
BUY MILK
Do a load of whites
Check mail
Go after the hottest cowboy in the world…Travis K!
“Oh, God!” Bren stood up as she stared down at the little heart doodles she’d drawn around his name. Trevor had sat right here and saw that! He couldn’t know that I didn’t know about the twin thing two days ago. That was the only name I had; the cook at the Flattop told me his name was Travis. How was I to know that it was Trev I wanted and not Travis?
She wrung her hands nervously. What can I do? He really had a complex over his brother and who could blame him, really? Travis took his girlfriend by fooling her into thinking she was sleeping with Trevor. Bren thought of the very confused housekeeper at the Triple K. She was easy to fool, I’ll bet. Also, his brother only showed an interest in me after he knew Trevor liked me.
Bren sat back down on her couch with a hard thump. It was all going so well, and we were just getting started. She needed help; she needed a plan. Oh, boy, she knew she’d regret this, but she needed her mama!
ONE
Prime Rib
It takes two to get one into trouble.
Cattle range, fifteen milers outside of Flatonia, Saturday 7 a.m.
T he herd looked pretty dammed good, Kanda Kincade thought as she rode the lead horse for the drive. The old saying applied to her life; if you’re not making dust, you’re eatin’ it. She smiled at the old cowboy motto as the cattle moved along at a good clip. Cattle drives weren’t done much anymore, but her mother insisted on keeping the old tradition. It wasn’t a long drive, just ten miles into Flatonia.
Kanda never complained. It was the only time she felt like she was actually free. Being a cowpuncher was in her blood, so a drive always made her happy.
Her brother, Trevor, usually went on the drives, but he seemed preoccupied lately. She rolled her eyes. She didn’t know if it’d been the right thing to hire Bren Plush as the ranch’s cook. He’d finally gotten over his failed relationship with that dumbass fluff head housekeeper that Ma just had to hire. The last few days, he seemed happy though, so maybe it was for the best?
Happy? A foreign word to her. So, maybe satisfied was a better word for her? Her entire life was spent on the family ranch—the Triple K. Still, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Her days were full and busy.
The fact that she worked with an all male crew never bothered her either. Not that there would be romantic thoughts of any kind involving one of them and her. Kanda almost laughed aloud. No, these cowboys never saw her as a woman or a hot babe, that’s for sure.
It didn’t really bother her, but sometimes, she wished she could just be someone else for a while. Maybe go on a date or two? Meet a man who didn’t know who she was and had nothing to do with the cattle business. Kanda shook her head. Not likely. She was a particular female and stayed on the ranch all the time with the exception of trips to Dallas and San Antonio.
Get a man and lasso a life for yourself! Her mom was always saying that. She would go on and on about Kanda never taking a fun trip or trying to make friends. Marge loved to rant about Kanda’s impossible list of requirements in a man.
Sure, she certainly did have a set of requirements for this supposed man in her life. She herself was a large curvy woman, but she was in shape, because working a ranch was almost like an Olympian triathlon at times. So, a man for her? He would have to be a big guy himself. He would also have to stand up to her, because Kanda couldn’t stomach a sissy type guy.
Who cares anyway? Who wants some man bossin’ them around? She moved her horse past the
There, on top of her Glamour magazine was her list of to do notebook. On it, as usual, was a boring list:
BUY MILK
Do a load of whites
Check mail
Go after the hottest cowboy in the world…Travis K!
“Oh, God!” Bren stood up as she stared down at the little heart doodles she’d drawn around his name. Trevor had sat right here and saw that! He couldn’t know that I didn’t know about the twin thing two days ago. That was the only name I had; the cook at the Flattop told me his name was Travis. How was I to know that it was Trev I wanted and not Travis?
She wrung her hands nervously. What can I do? He really had a complex over his brother and who could blame him, really? Travis took his girlfriend by fooling her into thinking she was sleeping with Trevor. Bren thought of the very confused housekeeper at the Triple K. She was easy to fool, I’ll bet. Also, his brother only showed an interest in me after he knew Trevor liked me.
Bren sat back down on her couch with a hard thump. It was all going so well, and we were just getting started. She needed help; she needed a plan. Oh, boy, she knew she’d regret this, but she needed her mama!
ONE
Prime Rib
It takes two to get one into trouble.
Cattle range, fifteen milers outside of Flatonia, Saturday 7 a.m.
T he herd looked pretty dammed good, Kanda Kincade thought as she rode the lead horse for the drive. The old saying applied to her life; if you’re not making dust, you’re eatin’ it. She smiled at the old cowboy motto as the cattle moved along at a good clip. Cattle drives weren’t done much anymore, but her mother insisted on keeping the old tradition. It wasn’t a long drive, just ten miles into Flatonia.
Kanda never complained. It was the only time she felt like she was actually free. Being a cowpuncher was in her blood, so a drive always made her happy.
Her brother, Trevor, usually went on the drives, but he seemed preoccupied lately. She rolled her eyes. She didn’t know if it’d been the right thing to hire Bren Plush as the ranch’s cook. He’d finally gotten over his failed relationship with that dumbass fluff head housekeeper that Ma just had to hire. The last few days, he seemed happy though, so maybe it was for the best?
Happy? A foreign word to her. So, maybe satisfied was a better word for her? Her entire life was spent on the family ranch—the Triple K. Still, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Her days were full and busy.
The fact that she worked with an all male crew never bothered her either. Not that there would be romantic thoughts of any kind involving one of them and her. Kanda almost laughed aloud. No, these cowboys never saw her as a woman or a hot babe, that’s for sure.
It didn’t really bother her, but sometimes, she wished she could just be someone else for a while. Maybe go on a date or two? Meet a man who didn’t know who she was and had nothing to do with the cattle business. Kanda shook her head. Not likely. She was a particular female and stayed on the ranch all the time with the exception of trips to Dallas and San Antonio.
Get a man and lasso a life for yourself! Her mom was always saying that. She would go on and on about Kanda never taking a fun trip or trying to make friends. Marge loved to rant about Kanda’s impossible list of requirements in a man.
Sure, she certainly did have a set of requirements for this supposed man in her life. She herself was a large curvy woman, but she was in shape, because working a ranch was almost like an Olympian triathlon at times. So, a man for her? He would have to be a big guy himself. He would also have to stand up to her, because Kanda couldn’t stomach a sissy type guy.
Who cares anyway? Who wants some man bossin’ them around? She moved her horse past the
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