Should’ve Been a Cowboy (Sons of Chance #4)(19)
Author: Vicki Lewis Thompson

“No kidding?” Gabe sounded intrigued. “How was that? Because I’ve always sort of—ouch!” He rubbed his arm where Morgan had pinched him.

“This isn’t about exploring your hayloft fantasies,” Morgan said, all business. “It’s about Tyler and Alex and what happens now. So have you two been keeping in touch since then?”

“No. He was getting over a divorce and I was leaving the next day. I knew I might see him when I came back this time, but I thought he was at the radio station and lived in Jackson. I expected that he might show up for a meal or something, but we’d both agreed what happened in August was a onetime thing.”

“Hmm.” Morgan put a protective hand over her belly as the truck jolted over another rut. “But judging from the way you two came back together like two refrigerator magnets, I—”

“Refrigerator magnets.” Gabe chuckled. “I like that.”

“Unfortunately, it fits,” Tyler said. “We can’t seem to keep away from each other, but it can’t turn into anything permanent. I’m not ready to find my soul mate.”

“Neither was I,” Morgan said. “He showed up, anyway.”

Gabe smiled at her. “Thanks. That sounded sort of like a compliment.”

“It was a compliment. I’m very grateful that you wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Yeah,” Tyler said, “but at least you weren’t planning to travel the world for the next several years.”

“No, but I had no intention of popping out babies, which was the main sticking point between us.” She waved a hand over her belly. “And here I am, fifteen months pregnant and counting.”

“But you still have your real-estate career. In order to be with Alex, assuming he’d even want that, I—”

“He wants that,” Gabe said. “I recognize that goofy expression whenever he looks at you. I’m sure he has issues, what with Crystal cheating on him and everything, but I think that boy is working up to a second try at matrimony.”

Tyler groaned. “I don’t want him to work up to a second try if it involves me! I’d have to give up everything!”

Morgan gazed at her. “Then if that’s the way you feel, you should probably stay away from him.”

“You can sleep at our place,” Gabe said. “I’ll take the couch and you can share the bed with Morgan.”

“That’s really sweet, Gabe, but I’m not putting you out of your bed when there’s a perfectly good one at the ranch house. It’s my problem, and I’ll solve it. If you’re convinced Alex is headed toward a serious commitment, then I need to exercise some self-restraint.”

“It’s really no problem for me to take the couch,” Gabe said. “Morgan’s tossing and turning most of the night, so it’s not like I’m getting all that much sleep, anyway.”

Tyler laughed. “So you’re offering me the bouncy bed?”

“It’s not that bad,” Morgan said. “He exaggerates.”

“In any case, I’m not coming home with you. Alex and I are adults, and you shouldn’t have to separate us like a couple of teenagers. I’ll handle it.”

Morgan sighed. “I hope so. Because if you don’t, the next person you’ll have to deal with will be Josie. From what I hear, Alex was torn up after his divorce, and she doesn’t want a repeat of that.”

“I wouldn’t, either.” Tyler’s stomach began to hurt.

“Plus, if Josie’s upset, then Jack will be, too, and before long you’re liable to have the whole fam-damnly involved in the drama.”

“Shit.” Tyler squeezed her eyes shut. Then she opened them again and looked over at Morgan. “I didn’t mean to come here and cause problems. Maybe it would be better if I left.”

“Please don’t.” Morgan hooked an arm around her shoulders and hugged her. “I love having you here. Just stay out of Alex’s bed.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t leave because of this,” Gabe said. “Besides, maybe I’m wrong about Alex and he’s not looking for anything permanent. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Tyler glanced over at him. “Yes, you should have. Besides, my main purpose in coming here had nothing to do with Alex. I came here to see my big sis—my very big sis.”

“Watch yourself, toots.” Morgan gave her a nudge. “One day this could be you.”

“But not anytime soon.” She saw the truck parked up ahead. “And we’ve arrived at our destination.”

“One last chance,” Morgan said. “You can still come home with us instead of going back to the ranch. We can pick up your things early in the morning.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Tyler took a deep breath. “I’m going to take care of this.”

Chapter 11

WITH THE NOISE of the engine and the windows rolled up, Alex hadn’t been able to make out any of the conversation taking place in the truck’s cab. He heard some laughter, but also a fair amount of murmuring that sounded like a serious discussion. Although he might be getting paranoid, he suspected they’d been talking about him.

Once the truck stopped, he vaulted down and grabbed the gas can out of the truck bed. He wondered whether Tyler would elect to stay with him or ride back with her sister and Gabe. She’d said that spending time with Morgan was important to her, so he couldn’t get upset if she decided to ride with them. In fact, he would suggest it.

Gabe left the engine running and the headlights on so that Alex could see to put in the gas. Then he and Tyler both climbed out.

Alex unscrewed the truck’s gas cap. “Hey, Tyler, I was thinking you might want to ride back with your sister and Gabe. I’ll have this under control in a sec, and then you guys can take off.”

“That’s okay,” Tyler said. “I’ll ride back with you.”

The happiness spreading through him because of that remark wasn’t a good sign that he was keeping a handle on his emotions. He’d wanted her to ride back with him, and climb the stairs to the second floor with him, and maybe even take a long, hot shower with him before they tumbled into his bed.

From all appearances, she wanted those things, too. “If you’re sure.” He tipped the gas can and shoved the nozzle into the tank. There was something sexual about it, not that his mind was tending in that direction or anything.

“I’m sure.”

Once the gas can was empty, Alex handed it back to Gabe. “I appreciate you and Morgan coming out here.”

“No problem.”

“See you tomorrow.” Alex shook Gabe’s hand. He’d never had brothers, and suddenly he had three. He was enjoying the hell out of that.

“I’ll be there early,” Gabe said. “I want to run through a couple of the cutting-horse demonstrations before the crowd arrives.”

“I trust there will be a crowd. The RSVPs show there will be, but—”

“They’ll show up.” Gabe smiled. “You advertised free wine and food. Folks will come just for that.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want them to eat us out of house and home without buying a bunch of horses.”

Gabe shrugged. “It’s worth a shot. We haven’t done something like this before. We always depended on Dad’s charisma to charm people into buying. It’s time to try a different approach. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me, too. Thanks again for coming all the way out here.”

Tyler stepped forward. “Yes, thanks, Gabe.” She gave him a hug. “Good luck with your sleeping arrangements.”

He grinned at her. “No worries. She’s uncomfortable and wants this to be over, and I sure can’t blame her for that. She’s been a trouper, considering that not so long ago she wasn’t even interested in having kids.”

“She sure is now,” Tyler said. “You should have heard her talking about decorating the baby’s room, and hanging a tire swing in back of your house, and building a sandbox. That kid will have the childhood she didn’t, and she’s loving that idea.”

“That’s good to hear. I—”

“Hey, Gabe,” Morgan called from the truck. “Tell the lovely folks good-night. The mother of your child needs to go home now.”

“You got it!” Gabe winked at them. “I’ll give her a nice backrub and she’ll mellow out.” Touching two fingers to the brim of his hat, he walked back to his truck. As he climbed in, he called out to Alex. “I’ll wait until you start ’er up before I leave.”

“Okay.” Alex quickly screwed on the gas cap. “I’ll do that now.” He hopped in the cab, inserted the key in the ignition, and the engine turned over immediately. That, too, seemed like a sexual thing. Apparently everything reminded him of sex.

He leaned out of the truck. “We’re good to go! Thanks!” Leaving the truck running, he climbed down and walked around to open the door for Tyler, but she was already in the process of stepping in. He thought that was a good sign, too, that she was eager to get back to the ranch house so they could be alone in a more comfortable setting.

“Thanks for keeping me company on the ride back,” he said, taking hold of the door handle.

“I wanted to.”

He smiled at her. “I’m glad, because—”

“We need to talk.”

His smile faded. In his experience, those were not the four words a guy wanted to hear when he was anticipating some hot sex. That kind of talk usually meant that the hot sex he’d been looking forward to was not going to be happening, after all.

“Okay.” He closed her door with a sense of foreboding. As he walked back around to the driver’s side, he speculated about the conversation she’d had with Morgan and Gabe.

Something they’d said had altered her viewpoint. He could feel it. She was more reserved, definitely not in the same mood as when she’d suggested whipped cream and chocolate sauce. She wasn’t even in the same mood as when they’d hiked down the road and he’d coaxed her quietly past the bear sitting in the meadow. Damn.

Climbing into the cab, he closed his door and put the truck in Reverse so he could back around and head down the road again. “What did Morgan and Gabe have to say?” He maneuvered the truck so that it was facing in the right direction and put it in first.

“Basically, they think we’re playing with fire.”

“How so?” He stepped on the gas and looked at the gauge as the truck moved forward. Too bad he hadn’t checked that gauge hours ago. Then Tyler wouldn’t have had that unfortunate powwow with her sister.

“Morgan doesn’t believe there’s any such thing as a purely physical relationship, and Gabe thinks you’re looking for Ms. Right.”

“No, I’m not.” Well, maybe he had a little bit in the past, but right now he was living for the moment. When Tyler left, he might start looking again.