Ropin' Trouble (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 2) by Rhonda Lee Carver Read Free Book Online

ma’am. I get to rambling sometimes.”
    She nodded and turned her cheek to hide her smile. 
    They hit a rut and Cara’s head pecked the glass.
    “Are you okay,” he asked, his eyes wide.
    “I’m fine.” She chuckled.
    “We don’t drive up this way often. We use golf carts, four wheelers, and horses.”
    “Wow, the brochure wasn’t kidding when it said secluded lodging.”
    “Trust me, you haven’t seen anything yet. Like I said, the brochure only touches the basics of what we offer.” He pulled the SUV along the edge of the grass. “We’re here. Nirvana’s finest—Make a Wish Treehouse.”
    “Did you say treehouse?” Cara scooted forward so she could look around Dade’s shoulders. Her mouth fell open and a soft whimper escaped her lips. “That’s a treehouse.” She pointed at the tiny house situated in a nest of trees.
    He tapped the steering wheel. “Yes, that’s one of the gifts here at Nirvana. The boss had a dream and treehouses were a part of it. You’re not afraid of heights are you?”
    “No…well, I don’t know. I’ve never been in a treehouse.”
    “Then you’re lucky it’s only built twenty feet off the ground. To have indoor plumbing, we couldn’t put the houses too high.”
    “That’s amazing,” she whispered. She’d never seen anything more lovely and inviting. When Dade opened her door, she slid out, still staring at the small abode. Her foot slipped on the grass and Dade caught her by the elbow.
    “Watch your step, ma’am.”
    “I believe I made the wrong shoe choice.” She guessed sandals and nature didn’t mix well.
    “It won’t be as slippery once you’re on the walkway.”
    “I think I’m in love with this place already.”
    “We aren’t called Nirvana for the fun of it.”
    The Wish Treehouse was tucked a little piece from the lane and they followed a beaten path to a set of stairs leading to the front door. Cara climbed the wooden stairs and thankfully Dade was utilizing his muscles again for more than looks and carried her bags. He left them just inside the doorway.
    “The treehouse is stocked with snacks, food, and drinks. All to your liking, or at least what you wrote on the questionnaire,” he said. “If you want something special, you can call the kitchen and Motley will be glad to mix you up whatever you like. I’ll warn you though, he doesn’t believe in anything fried.”
    “Okay, great. So, no fast food, huh?” Cooking for one was never fun, so when she wasn’t in the mood for a can of soup or a bowl of cereal, she drove through the nearest drive-thru. She knew it wasn’t healthy for her, but neither was being alone. Sometimes one played the hand they were dealt.
    “No, not out here, ma’am.” He dipped his hat. “Here’s your key card, lovely lady, and this is where I leave you to begin your journey.” He winked and started down the steps, but turned back. “Oh, I don’t want to forget. There’s a list of numbers next to the wall phone. Dial the one called ‘scheduling’ and answer the questions.”
    “What questions?”
    “Easy ones. You tell them what you want to experience here—massages, lessons, hiking—and they’ll make a schedule for you. Makes it easier to get the guests where they need to go.” He walked down the stairs.
    “Wait. What do I do now?” she called after him.
    He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Relax tonight. Tomorrow, Ben will introduce you to the rest of Nirvana.”
    “Ben? Who is Ben?” But Dade was already climbing into the SUV.
    Cara waited until Dade pulled away before she walked through the front door. Excitement washed over her as she looked around the beautiful treetop utopia.
      This wasn’t the treehouses she remembered as a kid. This was built for an adult. One who enjoyed romance and had a flair for living on the wild side…so unlike her. She had a feeling that was the point of this. Bringing people out of their bubble… their safety net. She had a mixture of