by Lexi Post
Lacey pulled up her memory of the young man she’d fallen head over heels for. He’d been six feet tall as a high school senior and as thin as any wrangler, but even then his hard chin had given him a more mature look. Her weakness, though, had been his eyes. Cole Hatcher had always had the kindest green eyes she’d ever gazed into.
“Lacey?”
“Yes, he is, he was, I don’t know. I have no idea what he’s doing here or why he’s a firefighter.” Her stomach tensed. The last time they were at a fire together, he held her close as her parents’ carriage house went up in smoke.
Kendra steered her toward her own casita. “I think we’d better have this conversation at your place.”
Lacey stopped, forcing Kendra to halt. “We can’t do that. We have guests and they will all be in the main building asking questions, needing food and attention.”
“Of course they will, and Wade and Selma can take care of them. You and I are going to your casita.” Kendra tugged her into walking again.
She sighed. She’d finally forgotten about Cole, except for the dull ache of her bruised heart. She’d moved on, gone to college, done what was right, as she always had…except he’d ignored that fact when he decided to agree with the rest of the town.
Kendra stepped back when they reached the door to her casita.
Pulling her resort keyring from the pocket in her skirt, Lacey quickly identified her house key and unlocked the door. She flicked the light switch and a pale-yellow glow filled the living room. “Would you like some lemonade?”
Kendra hooked her arm again and steered her to her white wicker couch with the cactus floral cushions. “No, I don’t want anything to drink. I want you to tell me why you and that hunk of a firefighter out there aren’t living happily ever after on a ranch in Orson.”
Lacey sat and clasped her hands as Kendra pulled the matching wicker chair over to sit opposite her.
“I’m not sure where to start.”
“Okay, then I’ll ask the questions and you answer them. How long had you two been an item?”
Technically, they had met sophomore year of high school, but it was their junior year that they became an item. “About two years.”
“How long has it been since you last saw him?”
She gripped her hands tighter. “Eight years.”
“And what caused the breakup?”
Lacey narrowed her eyes. “That stupid arson charge.” Her tone dripped with bitterness she couldn’t control. She’d always been a good girl, and being accused of something she didn’t do had rankled.
“Ah, so he broke up with you because he thought you were a firebug and as a future firefighter he couldn’t be with you.”
“Yes. No. I mean, yes, he did believe the accusations and dumped me because he couldn’t be with ‘someone like me’ as he so graciously put it. But he was a cowboy then, not a firefighter. He was supposed to stay in Orson and take over his parents’ horse ranch.”
Kendra pondered that information for a moment. “But didn’t you say when I hired you that they ruled that fire as accidental?”
She shrugged. “Yes, but by the time they made that decision, I was away at school and my reputation in Orson was dirt.” The fact was, she’d been lucky to escape from the burning carriage house. It had taken her over a year to get over the nightmares of waking up in the dark, her lungs filling with smoke.
Kendra stood. “I want you to stay in this casita all night. I don’t want anyone trying to blame this fire on you.”
“You believe me?”
Her boss rolled her eyes. “Lacey, I didn’t have to work with you for a year and let you handle all my money to know you wouldn’t have started a fire. The fact that some idiot who supposedly loved you couldn’t figure it out doesn’t mean the rest of the world is so stupid.”
Tears welled in her eyes and Lacey threw her arms around Kendra. “Thank you.”
Her boss gave her a tight hug, then pushed her back. “First rule, don’t let him see your weakness. Got it?”
Lacey nodded and brushed her tears away with the hem of her western shirt, even though her heart was breaking all over again. Kendra had been a professional poker player and if anyone would know how to appear to Cole, it would be her.
“Second, don’t give him the opportunity to point fingers. Go about your daily business as if nothing unusual has happened.”
She nodded. “But what about the real reason the fire started?”
Kendra scowled. “Shit, that could be anything from more vandals hating our nudist business to a careless construction worker to a guest with an arson record. We’ll let the fire department figure that out. Okay?”
“Okay.” She straightened her shoulders. “I’ll stay here tonight and review Selma’s inventory. I have it on my computer.”
Kendra walked to the door. “Good. Maybe you can also check our reservations and see if anyone is due to arrive tomorrow. I’d like to know what kind of guest relation mitigation we will be up against with the police and fire people here.”
“Already did.” Lacey opened the door for her boss. “No one is due to check in until Wednesday when Ginger and Buddy arrive, unless we have day guests.”
Kendra smiled. “Good. That’s one thing in our favor. Ginger and Buddy won’t care.” Instead of turning away, her boss shifted her weight, a clear sign she was concerned.
Lacey’s stomach tightened. “What is it?”
“I just realized how important it is for me to hire a new security guard. It’s been so quiet this fall I haven’t made time for interviews. Now with your ex in the area, I’m thinking that should become my first priority.”
She was about to reassure Kendra that Cole didn’t have a dangerous bone in his body, but she swallowed her words as the image of him hefting his fellow firefighters away from the flames came to mind. The teenage Cole certainly didn’t have that kind of strength. Truth be told, she didn’t know this Cole Hatcher at all.
~~*~~
Cole fell into a cushioned chair in the Poker Flat Nudist Resort’s lobby and lifted the neck of his t-shirt up to wipe his eyes. The material came away dotted with tiny black specks. Shit, he needed a shower. Just a few more minutes and he could head back to the station.
Wade Johnson, the resort manager, strode away in search of his fiancée, the owner of Poker Flat. The man had stayed up all night with him. Their mutual interest in protecting the horses had Cole thinking. It may be a nudist resort but it was still a resort. He couldn’t pass up a possible opportunity for the horses from his and his grandfather’s ranch. He’d see if he could get a business card.
Crossing his legs at his ankles, Cole leaned back. He had to admit the resort was first class. The chair he sat in was so comfortable he’d have to be careful not to fall asleep. He glanced at the wooden clock above the receptionist desk. 5:50 a.m. He doubted many nudist guests would be up yet. He could close his eyes until Wade returned. Watching for hot spots all night to protect the desert and the horses had been a strain on the eyes.
A slight change in air temperature was the only warning he had he wasn’t alone anymore.
“Oh come on, Selma. You were sitting at your kitchen table twiddling your fingers waiting for the sun to rise. Now you have an extra ten minutes to prep your huevos rancheros.”
“Humph. Could have used the extra minutes for my beauty sleep.”
Cole opened one eye. Lacey strode toward the front desk in a pair of white cowgirl boots with fringe, a too short white skirt, and a loose white blouse with tiny pink stars and six-shooters printed on it. The only thing missing was a white hat, except she had that too, in her hand. From behind she made him think of a piece of tres leches cake with strawberries on top. The desire to eat her up hit him in the groin.
She stopped at the desk and gave the shorter woman with salt-and-pepper hair a quick hug. “You are far too beautiful as it is.”
The woman ducked away, grumbling, but Lacey smiled after her fondly. Cole’s heart thu
mped hard in his chest. He remembered that smile. It had made him believe he could conquer the world. Too bad he hadn’t had her with him when he needed to conquer his parents.
Lacey moved to adjust the pamphlets on the side of the counter. Her shapely legs had a slight tan as they disappeared beneath the ass-hugging skirt. He scowled. She shouldn’t wear such revealing clothes to work. Was she looking to get laid? Her straight blonde hair was caught in a braid on one side of her neck, giving her an innocent look.
She wasn’t innocent at all. As a randy teen, he’d made sure of that. Need slithered through his crotch and up his backbone. The first time he’d had her petite body beneath his own, he’d been afraid of crushing her. But his little lady was made of sterner stuff on the inside. His balls tightened and he shifted in the chair, his erection making him uncomfortable. She’d been so tight.
“What are you doing here?”
Cowboy’s Match (Poker Flat #2)
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About Lexi Post
Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.
But Lexi's first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it. From hot paranormals to sizzling cowboys to hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”
Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat.
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