“I’d never regret it, Chad.”
“Yeah, sugar, you would. Trust me.”
“Don’t tell me what I’d regret and what I wouldn’t, Chad McCray.” She stomped her foot again and looked charmingly indignant with her hands on her luscious hips. “I’ve been in Europe for four years. Europe, where nude beaches are the rage and indiscriminate sex is as common as a—”
Chad clamped his hand over Catie’s mouth. “Christ, sugar, shut up, will you? You’re just a babe. You can’t lie on a nude beach. As for sex… I hope to hell you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Mmmffpph,” she said under his hand.
“I’m taking you back into Harper, and you’re going home. You and I are going to forget this mistake of a kiss ever happened.”
Catie stopped struggling—why? Chad didn’t know—and let him take her back to Harper. Once she and Harper were safely on their way home, he found his pickup and started the engine. He inhaled sharply, trying to get his bearings. A slight aroma of raspberries wafted to his nose. Catie. Her scent still lingered on his clothes, her sweet taste on his lips.
He hoped to God she could forget their kiss, but one thing was for damn sure.
He never would.
* * *
Maria Bay crushed Catie into her arms. “Home, finally. Where have you two been, Harp?”
“Catie wanted to stop at the Bullfrog.”
“The Bullfrog? Land sakes.”
“I just wanted a margarita, Mama,” Catie said. “The plane ride was harrowing. And then there was the two hour drive to Bakersville.”
“I could have made you a perfectly fine margarita here,” her mother said, “though God knows why it couldn’t have waited. I’m so glad you’re finally home.”
“Just push me toward my room,” Catie said. “I need to fall into bed.”
“I understand completely, sweetie, but Angie’s on her way over, and I thought we’d have a nice late supper together.”
“Ma, Catie’s been up for twenty-four hours,” Harper said.
“I slept a little on the plane.” Catie’s mouth cracked open in a wide yawn.
“Well, well, little Catie-bug.” Catie’s father, Wayne Bay, entered the room, big as a bear and just as cuddly.
“Daddy!” Catie ran into his arms.
“Let me look at you, sweetheart.”
“You just saw me at Christmas, Daddy.”
“True enough, but let me look at you back in your own home. It’s sure been lonely around here the past four years. Did you see Ladybird?”
“Of course. Harp and I stopped at the corral before we came up to the house. I had to see my precious. You’ve taken great care of her, Daddy.”
“Thank the hands, darlin’. They knew you’d be back eventually and you’d check her out real good. Feel up to a ride?”
Catie yawned again. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but not tonight. I need to get to bed. I’m absolutely exhausted.”
“What about Mama’s dinner? And Angie?”
“All right, all right. Can I just lie down a minute? Why don’t you all come get me when Angie shows up.”
“Sounds fair to me,” her father said, grabbing one of the suitcases Harper had set in the foyer. “Harper and I’ll bring up your luggage. The rest of your stuff arrived yesterday.”
“Good,” Catie said. “I’ll see you all in a little while.”
She trudged up the stairs to her room and flopped on her canopy bed, all pink and ruffled. Yuck. Had she really been the girl who lived in this room? Horse posters everywhere. Tomorrow she’d think about redecorating. But tonight…
She yawned again, her lungs expanding. Closing her eyes, she remembered soft, full masculine lips traveling up her jawline to her earlobe.
Mmm. Chad McCray. She slipped into a dream.
Chapter Four
Catie’s family had taken pity on her and let her sleep through the night, even after Angie had shown up. The next morning, she showered and dressed. After a delicious Colorado breakfast of a Denver omelet made with fresh eggs gathered that morning and a thin cut Angus steak from the Bay Ranch on the western slope, Catie took Ladybird on a long ride, recapturing the beauty of her family’s property in Bakersville. How had she stayed away so long? She and Ladybird got reacquainted, and within a half hour, they were riding as though she’d never left. She moved fluidly with her mare, galloping over the hilly knolls of her family’s property. After two hours, she found herself at the border of McCray Landing, Chad’s property, which he owned jointly with his brothers, Zach and Dallas. McCray Landing was the biggest and most successful beef ranch in Colorado. Bay Crossing, on the western slope, wasn’t as big, but Catie’s family also owned this property outside Bakersville which they called Cha Cha Ranch—for Caitlyn, Harper, and Angelina. Cha Cha—God, she hated that name—was small potatoes compared to McCray Landing. It had been gifted to Maria by a distant uncle when Catie was a toddler. The family had decided to make the move because there were better chances for good schooling for the Bay kids near the big city of Denver. Hands now ran Bay Crossing, and Wayne and Harper traveled to the western slope several times a year to keep up with things. Angie and Harper—at eleven and nine years older than Catie, respectively—remembered living on the western slope, but to Catie, Cha Cha was home and always would be.
The vastness of McCray landing still amazed Catie. Here she was, standing on the border, and she saw no cattle, no houses, no nothing. The ranch was that big. Dallas, Zach, and Chad all had their own places, though Dallas and his family had moved into the big ranch house when Laurie McCray had passed on a year ago. A tear trickled down Catie’s cheek. Best friends with Catie’s own mother, Laurie had been one of Catie’s idols growing up.
She sniffed. She should have come home for Laurie’s funeral. Maria had told her Laurie would understand how busy she was, but an anvil of guilt settled in Catie’s stomach as she looked upon the land that had once been Laurie’s.
She should have been here.
For Laurie, and for her own mother, who had lost her best friend.
And for Chad.
As the baby of the McCray boys, he had been very close to his mother.
But would he have wanted her here?
Tears fell again, for a different reason this time. For the kiss Chad had told her to forget.
She’d try like hell, she would, but she knew right now she’d never forget the intoxication of that meeting of mouths.
“Come on, Ladybird.” Catie hugged the mare with her thighs, urging her into a trot. “Let’s get back. I have a party to get ready for.”
She’d look her best tonight. Not like some reincarnated dishrag who’d just spent over ten hours on a plane and two more hours in Harper’s truck. Tonight, Chad would notice her again. She was determined to get another kiss, even if he wanted to forget the first one.
* * *
Catie had brushed her clean and soft hair until it shone and applied just a touch of blush and reddish lipstick. She never used mascara. Her black eyelashes were long and thick. But today she made an exception. She wanted to knock Chad McCray’s Stetson off his head, and she couldn’t help but notice that Amber had painted the stuff on last night. Maybe Chad liked that.
Her nails she kept clipped short, nothing like Amber’s long red acrylics. Was that what Chad liked? Well, she’d find out, and if so, maybe she’d pay Miss Amber a visit.
Then again, taking care of Ladybird and her other ranch duties wouldn’t allow for long fake nails. Chad would just have to take her as she was.
She donned a red sheath sundress that showed lots of thigh and red sandals with three-inch heels. Took her from five-nine to six-feet, but Chad was six-feet-four. Wouldn’t matter an iota. Catie had grown comfortable with her height in Europe. She’d been mistaken for a model more than once. She smiled. Freckle-faced Catie-bug Bay, mistaken for a model. Did her heart—and her ego—good.
Guests had begun arriving a half h
our ago, but Catie wasn’t in a rush. She’d make an entrance, truth to tell. If only she knew whether Chad had arrived yet.
She sighed. It’d be rude to keep her guests any longer. After all, her mother had planned this shindig as a welcome home for her. She bit her lips to plump them, ran the brush through her dark waves once more, and left the security of her bedroom.
She walked down the stairs, her heart thumping at the thought of seeing Chad. Of kissing him again. She ambled through the sprawling ranch house to the patio doors, where friends and neighbors were milling about in the giant backyard. She noticed the oldest McCray, Dallas, and his wife, Annie, with two little toddlers who must be their twins, Laurie and Sylvie. Something else she’d missed. The birth of Chad’s nieces. Why on earth had she stayed away?
“Catie, my God!” Annie McCray said, her New Jersey accent as pronounced as ever. “You look gorgeous, hon.”
“Speak for yourself,” Catie said, smiling. She liked Annie. And Annie was the picture of gorgeous. Long black hair that fell in ringlets and violet-blue eyes. Dressed in her signature peasant skirt and blouse, she could have walked right out of a gypsy harem. “It’s so good to see you.” She gave Annie a quick but firm hug. “This must be one of your twins.”
“Yep.” Annie picked up the pretty little girl at her feet and balanced her on her hip. “This is Sylvie.”
“She’s beautiful, Annie.”
“She looks just like Dallas,” Annie said. “The other one’s more of a Dallas-Annie combo, but they both really look more like their pop. Dallas!” She waved him over. “Bring Laurie over here to see Catie.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Catie said, admiring the pretty child. “I see a lot of you in her. Look at all that hair.”
The child’s hair fell in dark ringlets, like Annie’s, but her black eyes were all McCray.
“It’s not as curly as mine, thank God,” Annie said. “That’s what Dallas’s hair would look like if he grew it longer.”
Dallas walked over, holding the other twin. He was as ruggedly handsome as ever, his black hair reaching his collar, the gray at his temples strangely appealing. Several days’ growth of beard covered his jawline. “Hey, little bit,” he drawled, “sure is good to see you home.”
“Good to see you, too,” Catie said. “So this is little Laurie?”
“Yeah, this is ma’s namesake. She’s a beauty, isn’t she? Like her mama.”
Annie rolled her eyes. “I already told her they’re both dead ringers for you.”
“Nah. Laurie, here, she has Annie’s cute little nose.” Dallas smiled, his eyes crinkling.
Annie laughed, loud and boisterous, like the Jersey girl she was. “They both have your hair and your eyes.”
“I’d’ve loved them to have Annie’s pretty eyes,” Dallas said. “But heck, we’re not done yet, honey.” He winked at his wife.
Catie should have been embarrassed by the innuendo, but Annie was so open and fun, there was no reason to be. She laughed as Dallas took Sylvie from Annie’s arms and led the two girls inside the house to get them a drink.
“They’re both beautiful,” Catie said, and they were. Beautiful little McCray girls. A sigh, louder than she wanted, escaped her throat. What she would give to bear the next McCray baby.
As if she’d read Catie’s mind, Annie said, “Chad’s here, hon.”
“Is he?”
Annie had always known about Catie’s crush, and she was the only person in whom Catie had confided about it.
“But he came with the new manicurist in town, Amber something.”
Annie put her hand on Catie’s forearm—a gentle, comforting gesture, but it embarrassed Catie. She shrugged away.
“Why should I care who he’s dating? I’ve been gone four years.”
“I know. I know,” Annie said. “But I also noticed how you’ve been searching this party since you and I started talking. I just assumed—”
“Oh, Annie.” Catie sighed. “I saw him last night. Harp and I stopped off at the Bullfrog for a drink. He was with Amber then.”
“So you know.”
“Yeah. And I’m fine, really. That crush on Chad was a long time ago.”
“He’s still single, and no closer to commitment than he was four years ago when you left,” Annie said. “Dallas and Zach give him crap about it, but he’s bound and determined not to get serious. So if that’s any consolation, I doubt he’ll ever get serious about that blond powder puff.”
Catie let out a giggle. Annie always made her feel better. “I was thinking the same thing. I mean, she’s pretty and all, but that hair color has got to be fake.”
“Straight out of a bottle, I’d bet,” Annie agreed.
“And the nails… Of course, that’s her job,” Catie said.
“Fake as they come,” Annie said, “and certainly not suited to life here in Bakersville. She’ll find that out soon enough.”
“So what’s Chad doing?”
“He’s playing the field, like he always does. Amber’s new in town. Trust me, that’s her only appeal. He’ll grow tired of her. I’ve seen it time and time again.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Catie shrugged and let out a breathy sigh. “So I have I.”
“How about the rodeo queen thing? Can you imagine?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Dallas, Zach, and Chad have been tapped to judge it this year.”
“Really?” Catie’s heart lurched. “When is it?”
“Next week, I think. I could check for you. Hey, you should enter.”
Catie’d been thinking the same thing. After all, she’d been mistaken for a supermodel more than once in Europe. But rodeo queen? Was she too old?
“Do you know the requirements for the contest, Annie?”
“Heck no. But Dallas might, since he’s judging. When he comes back, ask him.”
“I will do just that,” Catie said.
When Dallas returned with the twins, she pounced on him. “Tell me all about the rodeo queen competition, Dallas. Just what are the qualifications?”
“Heck, it’s nothin’ but the tarts of Bakersville struttin’ their stuff, little bit. You don’t want any part of it. You’re way better than that.”
Annie clicked her tongue. “Don’t give her that, Dallas. She’s genuinely interested. Look at her. She’s gorgeous. She just might take the thing.”
“Oh, I have no doubt of that.” Dallas smiled. “That’s not what I mean. You’re too classy for a beauty pageant.”
“But think of the good I could accomplish,” Catie said, searching for something halfway intelligent to say. “I could do charitable work, and…”
“This ain’t Miss America.” Dallas guffawed. “It’s the Bakersville Rodeo Queen.”
“Good God, Cowboy, quit giving the girl crap and tell her the rules.” Annie took one of the twins from Dallas.
“All right, all right, Doc. Simmer down.” He turned to Catie. “It’s for single ladies between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two.”
“Good. I qualify.”
“Sure you do,” Dallas said. “And you’re mighty pretty. As pretty as any woman around. But do you really want to strut around in a bikini in front of a bunch of lecherous old judges?” He grinned.
Catie laughed. “You and your brothers are the judges.”
Annie swatted him, but Dallas kept grinning. “Need I say more?”
“Ha-ha,” Catie said. “Where do I sign up?”
“It’s pretty late, little bit. But I can probably get you in. I know the judges.” He winked. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure, Dallas. As sure as anything. Thanks.”
“All right, consider yourself entered.”
Annie smiled and winked at Catie, and Catie curved her own lips upward in what she hoped was a saucy grin.
“I’ll help you prepare, hon. We’ll get Dusty, too. And no doubt your big sister has a few tricks up her sleeve. By the time we’re done with you, you’ll be the bel
le of Bakersville.”
* * *
Amber’s honeyed gaze was getting tiresome. She was a sweet girl, but where the hell was Catie? This was her damn party, after all. Chad’s black lab, Marnie, panted at his feet. He gave her a quick pet. “Thatsa girl. You thirsty? I’ll see about gettin’ you some water.”
“Hey, Chad.” The husky drawl came from his brother Dallas.
“Dallas, hey.”
“Who you got here?”
“This is Amber Cross. Amber, my brother Dallas.”
“Nice to meet you,” Amber said.
“You too.” Dallas shook Amber’s hand and patted Marnie’s soft head. “Has this brother of mine told you what he’s doing next weekend?”
“What am I doing next weekend?” Chad said.
“Judging the rodeo queen competition. How quickly you forget.”
“Damn.” Chad thumped himself on the forehead. “I actually did forget. Is there something I need to do?”
“Just get ready to eye the beauty of Bakersville, little brother.”
“Rodeo queen?” Amber’s light brown eyes lit up. “What’s that about, Chad?”
“Bakersville’s answer to a beauty queen, honey. Nothin’ you’d be interested in.”
“Why not?”
“That’s my cue to leave, I think.” Dallas walked away, chuckling.
“Damn, brother,” Chad said under his breath. Now he’d started something.
“I just might enter this contest,” Amber said.
“Can’t. You’re too old.”
“What do you mean I’m too old? You don’t even know how old I am.”
“You have to be between eighteen and twenty-two. And single.”
“Well, of course you know I’m single,” Amber said. “What makes you think I’m too old?”
Jesus. He’d walked right into that one. “Now, honey, you’re beautiful, but you can’t possibly be—”
Amber’s face reddened, and she reached into the small pocketbook hanging at her hip. She pulled out her wallet and then her driver’s license and shoved it in Chad’s face. “I’m twenty-one, you dumb cowboy. Twenty-two next month. So I qualify. And I’m entering.”
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