FOREVER KIND OF COWBOY
Cowboy Dreamin’ 5
Sandy Sullivan
Erotic Romance
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Erotic Romance
Forever Kind of Cowboy
Copyright © 2014 Sandy Sullivan
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Dedication
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For Angie Stanton-Johnson
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FOREVER KIND OF COWBOY
Cowboy Dreamin’ 5
Sandy Sullivan
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Callinda Marie Lewis glanced out the big bay doors of the gas station when Jeremiah Young pulled his truck up to the gas pump. Absent-mindedly, she swiped at the beads of sweat trickling down her neck heading for her shoulder blade and dropped her wrench from her wet palm in the process. The wrench hitting the cement under her feet made a loud clang. Damn, it’s hot today. Or was it the man standing at the pump causing her to perspire?
As she picked up the tool, she noticed the jacked-up silver dually didn’t fit Jeremiah’s style from what she knew of the man. Ever since high school, he’d been the quiet Young brother, not too assuming and not one to draw attention, letting his brothers be the rowdy bunch. He crunched numbers on a daily basis. A whiz at math, he’d tutored her for a short time in algebra, but it hadn’t lasted long enough for her. By then she’d been smitten.
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she tried to go back to work, denying the way she reacted to him. He always did this to her every time she saw him. From the moment he’d called her darlin’ one day in high school, she couldn’t think straight with him around. Her hands shook when she tried to ignore him standing at the pump in his Wranglers, cowboy hat, dusty boots, and button-down western shirt. “Why does he do this to me?”
“Callie?”
“Sorry, Dad. I’m just talking to myself.”
Her father glanced out the bay doors and said, “Ah. I see.” He set the carburetor down he’d been working on.
“It’s nothin’.”
“You’ve been tied up in knots about that boy for longer than I ca
n remember.” He patted her on the shoulder. “I understand, honey. I know what love feels like.”
“It’s not love, Dad. It’s infatuation. That’s all. He doesn’t know I’m alive.” Callie reached up to the bottom of the vehicle on the garage lift and pulled the plug to drain the oil from the engine, paying no mind to her dad moving to the other side of the car. She didn't want to see the look on his face. Ignoring the charismatic man outside was like forcing herself to stop breathing for minutes on end. It didn’t happen without her feeling lightheaded.
“Why don’t you go out there and see if he needs anything else besides gas?”
She wiped her hands on the rag she pulled from the back pocket of her coveralls. “I just might do that,” she said, not taking her eyes off the well-built man standing near the pumps tapping his fingers on the bed of his truck.
Before she knew it, she stood next to him as he swung around, giving her a blinding smile. “Hey, darlin’.”
Her toes curled in her steel-toed boots. “Hey, Jeremiah.” She stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I thought I’d check to see if you needed anything else besides gas today? I could check your fluids, or somethin’.”
“I think I’m good.” Jeremiah reached up and wiped a smudge from her cheek. “You’ve been workin’ hard today, huh?”
Her stomach knotted at the touch of his fingers on her face. God, she wished he’d touch her with passion, burying his hands in her long hair, pull it a little and crush his mouth to hers. “Uh, just changing old man Daniels’ oil.”
“Pretty girls shouldn’t have grease smeared on their cheek.” The pump made a clunking sound as it turned off. He turned to remove it from the gas tank on his truck and return it to the side of the pump.
“You sure I can’t check your fluids for you?” Wow, that sounded really desperate, you dummy.
“Maybe next time. I have an appointment so I need to git, but I’ll see you around.”
“Sure. Thanks for coming in. We appreciate the business.”
“Anytime, darlin’.” He grasped the brim of his hat between his fingers, tipping it slightly as cowboys do. “I’ll see you later.” A soft whistling sound escaped his lips after he grinned and winked.
Several minutes later, he pulled out of the gas station, squealing his tires a little on the smooth pavement.
Her heart rate slowed as he went down the road then pulled into the diner his aunt owned. When he jumped out of his truck again, she couldn’t help but sigh the second he swept Lydia Wiley up in his arms in a twirling hug. After her feet hit the ground, he brushed his lips against the girl’s, earning himself an unseen frown from Callie. She didn’t realize he was seeing Lydia, but then again, when wasn’t he seeing someone?
Callie turned her back on the scene to walk into the garage. She’d seen enough to know she’d never have a chance with Jeremiah Young in this lifetime. Her type didn’t get the gorgeous hunk of a man. That only happened in fairy tales and her life wasn’t a fairy tale by any means.
Losing her mom at a young age didn’t help. Her dad did the best he could. But being the only child raised by a man had her dressing and acting like a boy while enjoying things like dirt bikes, working on cars, and doing general tomboy stuff. She tied her hair back in a low ponytail just to keep it off her face. Dresses didn’t do anything for her. Although once in a while, she broke down and wore something feminine to feel like a woman.
She wished she knew more about how things were supposed to work between two people when she’d given her virginity to David Burger in high school. The experience sucked. Never mind it had happened in the bed of his truck with very little foreplay involved. Somehow she knew things would be different with a man she cared about or one who knew how to handle a woman.
A sigh escaped her in a rush. She just knew someday things would be different. They had to be. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life alone.
* * * *
Jeremiah Young stared out the window of the diner as Lydia prattled on about something or another. Why did woman talk nonstop sometimes? Was it just to hear themselves yap about one thing only to change subjects and go on about something totally different?
“Are you even listening to me, Jeremiah?”
“Yeah,” he answered automatically while his gaze fixed on the garage across the street. Callie Lewis moved through the double bay doors in her overalls and boots. Nothing specific to indicate she was a woman in any sense of the word except when she took her hair down and shook it out before putting it back up in the ever-present low ponytail. He’d known her since high school when he’d tutored her in algebra. They’d been in the same classes most of their lives including phys ed. He’d noticed her right away although she wasn’t the type he normally took a second glance at. She didn’t have huge tits nor was she particularly thin. Curvy would be the word he used for her. Nice curves, but she hid them under long T-shirts, baggy jeans and work boots most of the time. Once in a great while, he would see her in woman’s clothes, something pretty like when she went to church on Sundays. The garage was closed those days while she spent the day with her dad. They would go out for Sunday supper at his aunt’s diner. He always seemed to be driving by when they went in, not that he’d been looking or anything.
His cell phone beeped indicating an incoming message. He smiled as he checked his phone. As the financial planner of his parents’ ranch, he had to keep his pulse on the bank accounts, investments, and inner workings of the ranch at all times. One of the stocks he’d invested heavily in with his own money had doubled today on the market. Good. He would make a tidy profit if it kept increasing before he sold it off.
Investments had been one of his past times since he could remember. He’d started running numbers in his own stocks from the time he’d turned eighteen, then he was careful with the family fortune when he chose to broaden the horizons on their behalf. His parents’ trust in his ability to keep them afloat came with a heavy load. If he lost it all, they would be out on a limb, but he’d been lucky. So far, everything he’d put their money into had done well on the market. His own little nest egg seemed to be growing quite well. At this rate, he’d be able to retire soon.
Not that he didn’t love his family or the ranch he’d grown up on, but he wanted to be financially stable enough to do his own thing rather than riding rough stock for the rest of his life.
Lydia jabbered on about something to do with her dress, or shoes, so he focused his gaze back out the window.
The town of Bandera, Texas wasn’t much to look at, but it was home. His family moved there before he was born. They proceeded to run a cattle ranch as each of his eight brothers came into the world. His parents never had the daughter his mother craved. She made do with the ever-growing number of daughters-in-law and grandchildren as each of his brothers found their life mate. He wasn’t sure what the hoopla was all about. One girl for the rest of his life? He wasn’t into that quite yet. He had too much living to do. He wanted to see the world a little at a time. Go to Paris, live on the east coast somewhere, see Los Angeles, Seattle, San Francisco, Florida, and maybe even New York. He thought it would be totally cool to see the New York Stock Exchange one day since he dabbled so much in stocks now. Plus, someday he wanted a fancy sports car to zip around in. A Ferrari, or maybe a Lamborghini. What the hell he would do with it in Bandera, Texas he wasn’t sure, but having one might be fun. To have so much money he’d never have to work again seemed to always be at the forefront of his mind.
“And this thong was so cute, Jeremiah. You would have loved it on me.” Lydia’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Or off.”
“I’m sure.”
She continued to talk as she stirred her Coke with the straw. Her voice faded out when he saw Callie walk across the main road of town headed for the diner. Must be lunchtime.
The bell over the door dinged when Callie walked in. Jeremiah kept her in view the whole time as she approached the counter to place her order. Her voice soothed the gratin
g of Lydia’s on his nerves. The sing-song lilt sounded so good to his ears.
“Jeremiah?”
“Sorry. What did you say?”
“I knew you weren’t listening. What did I say last then?”
“Something about a thong.”
“I said that ten minutes ago.” Lydia glanced over her shoulder, catching the direction of his gaze. “Really?”
“What?”
“You’re looking at Callinda Lewis?” She snorted—actually snorted.
He thought it was funnier than hell. Laughter burst from his lips, earning him a frown from Lydia.
Callie turned toward him for a moment, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she hunched her shoulders.
“She’s really not your type, you know. She doesn’t even own a dress from what I hear, and makeup? Forget it.”
“She doesn’t need it.”
“Yes, she does. A woman doesn’t go out of the house without makeup. It’s just not womanly. The mere thought is as hideous as those clothes are.” She leaned back in her chair, sipping on her drink a minute before she continued. “She works in her father’s garage, for God’s sake. A woman doesn’t work on cars, dress in overalls, drink beer or cuss like a sailor.”
“What about her bugs you, Lydia?” He rapped his knuckles on the table. “That men actually look at her while you’re in the room?”
“Look at her? Really, Jeremiah. She’s nothing to look at.”
“I think she is. She’s got something you don’t have.”
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