Authors: Marin Thomas
A Cowboy's Claim
A DIFFERENT KIND OF HERO
Everyone knows Victor Vicarioâhe's the scarred loner who's on his way to the National Finals Rodeo in Vegas. But no one knows about the guilt that drives him. And until he achieves his goal, there's no room in his life for attachments.
So when Vic is given temporary custody of his young nephew, he is torn. He can't turn his back on family, but how can he look after a kid when he's traveling the rodeo circuit? Then he runs into feisty barrel racer Tanya McGee and makes her an offer. She helps him with Alex, and he'll pay her rodeo expenses. The problem is their little “family” starts to feel all too real.
“What are we going to do about this?” Tanya whispered.
“Do about what?”
She stood before himânot close enough that they touched but close enough that he could smell her. Feel her breath against his skin. He clenched his teeth.
“You want me, don't you?”
“We had an agreement. I pay your expenses on the road in exchange for your help with Alex. This wasn't part of the deal.”
She moved her fingers south, grazing the waistband of his boxers. “What if we redefine the boundaries?”
He swallowed hard. Vic wasn't sure how long he could let her touch him and not reciprocate.
“This isn't part of the deal.” She nuzzled his ear. “It's just...” She nipped his neck. “It's whatever we want it to be.”
Vic spun, pressing Tanya against the door. Tanya's tongue slipped inside his mouth and he forgot all the reasons this was wrong.
Dear Reader,
I've been waiting to tell Victor Vicario's story for a long time, and I hope you enjoy the final installment of the Cowboys of the Rio Grande series. All of the heroes in this series have had to overcome tough childhoods, but Victor's journey was perhaps the most difficult.
I love including children in my books, because little ones have a way of teaching adults life lessons that might otherwise pass us over. When Vic is called home to take responsibility for a nephew he'd never met before, he has no intention of caring for the boy long-term. And no one is more surprised than Vic when a little boy who's afraid to talk teaches him that letting go of the past is the only way forward.
I hope you enjoy Victor's story, and if you missed the previous books in this series,
A Cowboy's Redemption
(June 2015) and
The Surgeon's Christmas Baby
(November 2015), you can find more information about these stories and other books I've written at
marinthomas.com
.
Happy reading,
Marin Thomas
A COWBOY'S
CLAIM
Marin Thomas
Marin Thomas
grew up in the Midwest, then attended college at the U of A in Tucson, Arizona, where she earned a BA in radio-TV and played basketball for the Lady Wildcats. Following graduation, she married her college sweetheart in the historic Little Chapel of the West in Las Vegas, Nevada. Recent empty nesters, Marin and her husband now live in Texas, where cattle is king, cowboys are plentiful and pickups rule the road. Visit her on the web at
marinthomas.com
.
Books by Marin Thomas
Harlequin American Romance
The Cash Brothers
The Cowboy Next Door
Twins Under the Christmas Tree
Her Secret Cowboy
The Cowboy's Destiny
True Blue Cowboy
A Cowboy of Her Own
Rodeo Rebels
Rodeo Daddy
The Bull Rider's Secret
A Rodeo Man's Promise
Arizona Cowboy
A Cowboy's Duty
No Ordinary Cowboy
Cowboys of the Rio Grande
A Cowboy's Redemption
The Surgeon's Christmas Baby
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Prologue
The wipers were no match for the torrential downpour pummeling the windshield. Victor Vicario strained to see the road ten feet in front of his pickup. After competing in the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, he was tired, but it was a good tired. Pocketing a check for twenty-five thousand dollars had a way of easing his aches and pain.
He glanced at the boot-shaped trophy resting on the passenger seat. He'd find a UPS store tomorrow and mail the award to his former high school teacher Maria Alvarez Fitzgerald, who'd helped him earn his GED. After he'd announced his intention to join the rodeo circuit, she'd managed to keep a straight face when she volunteered to safeguard his trophies. No one, including himself, had believed he'd ever succeed in the sport. But over a decade later he was still chasing the one win that had eluded him.
The first few years on the circuit had been the worstâtrying to do it all on his own. When he'd finally admitted he needed help, former world-champion saddle bronc rider Riley Fitzgerald took him under his wing and had taught him how to keep his backside in the saddle and win. Then Vic had gone out on his own and made a name for himself. The past five years he'd won or placed in the top three of most major rodeosâexcept the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas.
He refused to hang up his spurs until he won a national title.
This year would end differentlyâhe felt it in his gut. He was thirty-oneâyoung in mind, old in body. Broken bones, sprained wrists and horse kicks had taken a toll on him, but he was starting out a new season in the best shape he'd ever been. A lot of months and a lot of rides stood between Vic and the NFR in December. All it took was one nasty fall to wipe out a life's worth of hard work, but he'd left Houston without a scratch and that was a good sign.
A vehicle with its flashers on came into view. He eased off the accelerator, thinking he should have sat out the bad weather in a motel room. But he wanted to make it to Beaumont tonight and then rest for a few days before he rode in the South Texas State Fair. He checked his side mirror before changing lanes.
The pickup and horse trailer sat on the shoulderâmaybe a competitor from the rodeo. As he drove past he spotted the Red Rock Horse Farm logo on the pickup door. Tanya McGeeâthe feisty barrel racer who could hardly control her horse. She hadn't competed in the Houston rodeo, but he'd seen her in the stands, watching her competition. Vic had never spoken to Tanya in person, but he'd noticed her auburn hair and eyes bluer than the New Mexico sky.
Since he didn't socialize with the cowboys on the circuit, the only thing he knew about the pretty cowgirl was what he'd heard others say near the chutes. Tanya had been married to Vic's competitor Beau Billings. Everyone knew Beau Billings rode more than broncs when he showed up at rodeos. Vic assumed Tanya had been attracted to Billings's movie-star looks, but it wasn't long after they'd married that the jerk began two-timing her. Billings was a womanizer in the worst way, and Tanya had done herself a favor when she kicked the cheater to the curb.
Vic pulled onto the shoulder in front of Tanya's truck and turned on his flashers. He'd see if she was waiting out the storm or if she'd run into mechanical problems. He reached for his old Stetson and put it on to protect him from the rain, then stepped from his pickup. Tanya flipped on her brights and almost blinded him. He stopped at the driver's-side window and she lowered it a couple of inches.
“Everything okay?” he shouted. When she didn't answer, he said, “It's Vic Vicario. You need help?” He wasn't vain, but he had enough wins on his résumé that most rodeo athletes knew him by name.
The window lowered farther, the blowing rain pelting Tanya in the face. “The trailer has a flat tire.”
The nearest exit was five miles up the highwayâa drive that far on a flat tire with an undisciplined horse inside the trailer was a disaster waiting to happen. Tanya's horse, an American paint gelding, was famous on the circuit and not in a good way. “I can change the flat, but you'll have to take Slingshot out of the trailer. Can you keep him under control in this weather?”
Her chin juttedâas if he'd offended herâand then her shoulders slumped. “I don't know.”
At least she was honest. The horse was faster than the wind but unpredictable. Slingshot had thrown Tanya the few times he saw the pair compete. Why she stuck with the renegade was anybody's guess. “Will you be able to change the flat, if I hold on to Slingshot?”
“Maybe.”
“You can't sit on the side of the road,” he said. “It's too dangerous for you and the horse.”
She put on a baseball cap sporting a Denver Broncos logo, then got out of the pickup. She was shortâmaybe five-six if that. Vic topped out at six feet in his boots and he towered over her small, wiry frame.
“I'll fetch my toolbox,” he said. “Wait until I get back before you unload him.” He returned to his pickup, grabbed the tire jack and a wrench and set the tools on the ground next to the flat.
“Watch out,” Tanya said. She unlatched the trailer door and stepped inside. Vic heard her speak to Slingshot as she backed him down the ramp. He stood ready to help, but she coaxed him to follow her into the gully along the highway without incident. “Okay, we're good!”
As soon as she spoke, thunder rumbled overhead and the horse reared.
“You got him?”
Vic started down the incline but stopped when she held up a hand. “I'm not helpless.”
Tanya McGee was the furthest thing from helpless Vic had ever encountered. He changed the flat tire, moving as fast as possible. He'd just tightened the last lug nut when lightning sizzled across the sky. Tanya held on to the reins, but lost her footing on the wet ground and slid under the gelding. Vic scrambled down the embankment, falling on his butt once before reaching the pair. He took the reins with one hand and wrapped an arm around Tanya's waist with the other, then hauled her out from beneath the belly of the beast.
The horse reared a second time. “Whoa, boy.” Vic wished he'd thought to put on his riding glove. The rope burned his hands as Slingshot pulled hard to get free. Tanya talked nonsense to the animal until he quit stomping his hooves against the ground.
Tanya and her beloved horse shared a bond, but it baffled him that she couldn't control the animal in the arena. “Ready?” he asked, taking hold of the noseband while she grasped the reins. They escorted Slingshot back to the trailer, where he was more than happy to load and get out of the storm.
Tanya locked the door. “Thank goodness he didn't bolt.” She'd lost her baseball cap, and the rain had plastered her hair to her face and her clothes to her body, leaving little to the imagination. She shoved the hair out of her eyes and caught him staring at her bosom. He considered apologizing, but what for? He didn't care what Tanya McGee thought of him. Her gaze moved to the scar on his faceâif he was scary-looking in the daylight, he must be terrifying in the dark.
“Get off the road as soon as possible,” he said. “The spare tire is in bad shape.”
“I'll take the next exit.” When he made a move to step past her, she grasped his shirtsleeve. “Thank you, Victor.”
“Drive safe.” He waited in his pickup until Tanya pulled out in front of him and then he followed at a distance. She drove below the speed limit, so he didn't bother turning off his flashers. When she took the exit to the Buc-ee's Travel Center, he trailed her into the parking lot but remained in his pickup while she searched for a parking spot. She disappeared inside and he continued to waitâwhy, he didn't know.
A few minutes later Tanya stepped outside, holding two coffees. She signaled him to come in, but he didn't care to stand in front of her beneath the harsh fluorescent lights and watch her try not to stare at his scar.
He honked and then hit the gas and sped away.
As he merged onto the highway, he rubbed the thick knot of skin along the side of his face. The accident had happened eighteen years ago.
Accident
. His wound hadn't been an accident, but calling it anything else was too painful.
