Lone Star Valentine (McCabe Multiples) by CATHY GILLEN THACKER Read Free Book Online Page B

whirlwind affair with him?”
    A hard question that deserved an honest answer. “The excitement of it all. I was at the end of my law school years. Thirty-two months of nonstop studying and stress, and the worry over whether or not I would pass the bar exam and/or get a job upon graduation.”
    “Which you did,” Gannon reminded her.
    “Yes, but at that time, I was so overwhelmed. It all seemed like an impossible quest.”
    He stepped behind her and kneaded the tense muscles of her neck and shoulders. “You should have come to me.”
    His touch was heaven. Lily melted into it. Closing her eyes, she reminded him softly, “You weren’t available. I think you were dating Melinda. Or was it Cassandra—or Marilyn then?”
    He shrugged. “Can’t remember.”
    Lily bit down on an oath. “Exactly.”
    He stood there, patient and evidently ready to turn back the clock again. “Those relationships weren’t important to me.”
    Lily moved off again, determined not to be another one in his long line of women. “Even more on point,” she said, exasperation coloring her low tone. “I have responsibilities now, Gannon.” She stepped behind her desk. “I can’t afford to get involved with the wrong guy for all the wrong reasons.”
    He studied her, arms crossed over his broad chest. “So you’re offering me what exactly?”
    She slayed him with her best don’t-mess-with-me look. “The same thing I was offering you before. A good enduring friendship—
if
you want it. And that’s all.”
    * * *
    G ANNON WAS STILL thinking about what Lily had offered him, or rather
not
offered him, the next day, when a disreputable-looking pine-green pickup truck made its way up the lane and parked next to the stable. He smiled as Clint McCulloch, a childhood friend and next-door neighbor, got out and ambled toward him. At six foot four, Clint was an inch taller than Gannon, and athletically fit as ever. Like Gannon, Clint had dated a lot but never come anywhere close to settling down. A fact that frustrated the heck out of the available interested women in his path.
    “Heard you were back.” Gannon extended a welcoming hand.
    Clint shook hands firmly. “For good,” he said. “And since you’re here, too, at least temporarily, I’ve got a favor to ask.”
    Gannon slipped bridles over the heads of the three horses remaining on the ranch. Attached reins. “Name it.”
    Clint moved back to give him room to work. “I need some volunteers for the pony rides at the chili festival. I saw you’re judging on Friday and Saturday evenings, but the kiddie stuff is all being held Saturday morning.”
    Given Lily’s decision to stay as far away from him as possible, at least when it came to any physical encounters, Gannon figured the busier he was, the better. It would help him avoid temptation.
    Not that this situation would go on for long. As soon as he wrapped up the sale of the Triple M Ranch land to the development company, he would be headed back to Fort Worth. There, his demanding work as partner in a top-notch law firm would not leave room for much else.
    And wasn’t that ironic.
    In law school, Lily had been all work and no play.
    Now she was ready to kick back and enjoy more out of life in the small town where they’d both grown up.
    Whereas he was focused only on success, to the elimination of most everything else that was distracting—and pleasurable.
    Who would have figured...?
    Realizing his friend was still waiting for his answer, he opened the stall doors. “Count me in.”
    “Thanks.” Clint accepted the reins on a mare, then followed Gannon and the other two horses out of the barn to the pasture.
    It was a nice February morning. Temperature in the low fifties, sunny, not a cloud in the sky. The kind of day that could make Gannon wish he still lived in the country. Or at least had enough time off to enjoy the great weather, and wide-open Texas ranch land.
    They unhooked the reins and stepped back to let the horses