Read Dylan's Redemption Online
Authors: Jennifer Ryan
Dylan's Redemption (37 page)
“Tell me about it.” Gabe rolled his shoulders to ease the ache.
“Still sore.”
“I’m too old to be riding bulls and roping calves. I’ll leave that to Dane.”
“You won the bull-riding championship. Again.”
“It felt good to beat our little brother one last time. I got the last of the seed money I needed to pay for the cattle.”
“When do you expect delivery?”
“The day I move in. Things will be tough the first year. I sank everything I have into this deal, but after that, sky’s the limit.”
“You’re on your way.” Blake gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s load this guy and get you moving. The snow will pass us by here, but you’ll meet it head on. It’ll be sunset in another hour.”
Gabe led Sully to the gate Blake held open and walked him straight to his truck and trailer. He unstrapped the saddle and pulled it off, handing it over to Blake, who took it inside the stables to put it on the rack. Blake walked out carrying a brush and handed it to him. Gabe tossed the saddle pad Blake’s way and his brother caught it and took it back inside too. Gabe shook his head and thought of them back on their parents’ ranch, always working together to get the chores done. He missed those days. Now that they were all scattered—Caleb down in Colorado with his new wife, Summer; Dane traipsing all over Texas, Arizona, and Nevada riding rodeo; and Blake here—it wasn’t often they all got together at one time. He missed being with his brothers. Maybe Blake is right about him rambling around that big house alone.
He thought often these days about having a wife and kids. Seeing Caleb last month with his pretty bride, how happy they were together, made him think of finding someone special, instead of someone just for tonight, or this week, or month. Tired of roaming, he wanted to settle down to a normal ranch life like his parents shared and Caleb found with Summer. The life he planned to have with Stacy before it all fell apart.
Blake slapped him on the back, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“Go anywhere interesting in that mind?”
“Just thinking about Caleb and Summer.”
“Never seen two happier people.”
“Me either. Maybe that will be us someday.”
“Let’s hope,” Blake said, surprising him with his candor. Whenever they talked about women it was to razz each other or brag about some conquest. They never talked about getting married and settling down.
Gabe brushed Sully down before leading him into the trailer and changing out his bridle for the halter. With the horse settled into the trailer, he stepped out, closed the gate, and faced Blake.
“What do I owe you for the feed and training?” Gabe pulled out his wallet, but his brother put his hand on his arm.
“Call it a housewarming gift from me to you.”
“It’s not necessary,” Gabe tried to argue.
“It’s a gift. I can’t wait to come out and see your new place once you get settled.”
“I’ll probably need some help when the cattle arrive to get them into the right pastures.”
“I’m there. Just give me a call and we’ll set it up.”
Gabe gave his brother a hearty hug and smack on the back. He wanted to stay, take his brother out for a beer and some food, but sunset came early this time of year. Just after four in the afternoon, it’d be dark in another hour.
Gabe sat in the cab of his truck and started the engine, cranking the heater to ward off the cold. Thirty-three degrees, the temps would plummet come dark. With the snow coming, he needed to get home without delay.
“Hey, drive careful. Sorry you’re getting off to a late start.”
“My own fault. I wanted to spend time with you.”
“I’ll see you soon. If not, definitely in nine weeks when you take over the Wolf spread.”
“See you then.”
“Was she pretty?”
Taken off guard, Gabe narrowed his gaze and asked, “Who?”
“Lela Wolf.”
He didn’t even have to try to recall that heart-shaped face, those green eyes, the sweep of her light-brown hair over her eyebrows and tucked behind the curve of her ear. She smelled like a field of lilies. Still, he’d never forget her face.
“Yeah, she’s pretty.” Gorgeous. Stunning. Unforgettable. Fragile, but he caught a glimpse of steel when she found out about him clearing the house and ordered him to stay out.
“Maybe she’ll come back.”
Gabe smirked at his brother and shook his head. Blake gave him a lopsided grin, obviously reading that Gabe indeed thought she was more than just pretty. Gabe hit the gas and left his brother in the dust, but not the thoughts he’d had of a beautiful woman in a blue coat with a face he couldn’t forget.
Gabe concentrated on the slick road. Due to the earlier rain, he slowed down considerably on the back roads. When he hit the highway further north, rising up toward the pass, the rain turned to snow and slowed him even more. Way past schedule, the sun had set nearly an hour ago and visibility was getting worse by the minute along the two-lane road. If he didn’t have to worry about the horse and trailer, he’d make better time. By morning, he’d need a snowplow to clear the roads if this kept up all night. Right now, it didn’t look like the snow would stop any time soon.
Tired after a long day and in need of a hot drink, he scratched at his rough jaw and thought about all he needed to do when he got home. Settle Sully into the stall he’d prepared in the stables that morning. Crack open a couple of cans of stew for a late dinner and make a pot of coffee. Grab the clothes he kept tossing over the seat and take them to the laundry room. Tomorrow, he’d do all the laundry. He’d get the guest room cleaned up in case Dane dropped in for another visit.
His phone rang and he checked the caller ID. Speak of the devil. He hit the button on his steering wheel for the hands-free to answer.
“What’s up, Dane?”
“Checked out your black angus beauties at my buddy’s place.” His brother’s voice filled the truck cab. “Man, those are some prime beef cattle.”
“They ought to be for what I paid,” Gabe grumbled.
“Like I said, they’re a bunch of beauties. Get them certified organic and you’ll make a killing.”
“Well, it’s going to take some time, but once I get the certification and the breeding program up and running, I hope to start turning a decent profit.”
“I confirmed the delivery and verified all the records and bloodlines for the cattle. You’re good to go, man.”
“Thanks, Dane. You saved me the trip down to Nevada. How’re things going with you?”
“Rambling around, kicking ass on the rodeo circuit. I’m ranked number two behind Kurt Collins.”
“You’ll catch him.” Gabe had all the confidence in the world his brother would not only catch Kurt but beat his ass by the finals. Dane wanted that prize money and a chance at setting up his own place.
“No doubt. Gotta run, man.”
“Hot date?”
“Always. You should try it sometime. You spend far too much time alone with your horses.”
“Horses are less trouble than women.”
“Women smell better.”
Gabe chuckled. “I’ve got other priorities right now.”
“Doesn’t hurt to have some fun.”
“You’re having plenty enough for me and half the men in Montana.”
This time Dane laughed. “That’s for sure.”
“So go have your fun.”
“You used to come out with me. I miss those days.”
“I don’t.” After Stacy, he’d left his ranch and rambled around on the rodeo circuit, chasing the thrill of the ride and every woman he could get his hands on, until he woke up one morning with another buckle bunny beside him and no idea what her name was. He didn’t care. She’d scratched an itch, but left him empty. They all did. He’d used them to fill up the emptiness inside him that grew with every meaningless encounter. He’d needed the thrill of the conquest, knowing he could seduce a woman into his bed. But he woke up and realized that’s all they wanted from him, because that’s all he had to offer. If he wanted to build a life with a woman, he’d have to have something more to offer than meaningless, mindless sex. So he came home to build something he could be proud of, a life someone would want to share with him.
“I miss hanging with you, but not the reckless lifestyle. I’ll leave that to you, bro. See you when the cows come home.”
“I’ll be there.”
Dane clicked off and Gabe smiled. He couldn’t wait to see Dane when the cattle arrived. Dane promised to help him get things set up on the ranch.
Gabe didn’t hold back the smile, thinking of Dane, his wild-at-heart brother, and Blake, living his dream, training race horses. Gabe worked his ass off over the last three years to pull together the money he needed for his ranch, to buy the cattle, and finally have everything he ever wanted. Still, Dane’s words rang in his head. Have some fun. Seems he’d forgotten how to do that these last years living alone at his place, barely going into town for more than supplies. When it came to the women, a few new ones had moved to town, but mostly they were the same faces he’d seen growing up and none of them appealed.
He wanted something different. Something new. Someone who challenged him.
Eyes the color of spring grass, the same ones he’d thought of ever since he saw her, floated into his mind.
JENNIFER RYAN writes romantic suspense and contemporary small-town romances featuring strong men and equally resilient women. Her stories are filled with love, friendship, and the happily-ever-after we all hope to find. Jennifer lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and three children. When she isn’t writing a book, she’s reading one.
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'd told Cyndi I'd never use it, that it was an instrument purchased by perverts to spy on their neighbors. She'd laughed and called me a prude, not knowing that I was one of those perverts, that I secretly yearned to watch and be watched, to care and be cared for.
If I'm cautious, and I'm always cautious, she'll never realize I used her telescope this morning. I swing the tube toward the bench and adjust the knob, bringing the mysterious object into focus.
It's a phone. Nicolas's phone. I bounce on the balls of my feet. This is a sign, another declaration from fate that we belong together. I'll return Nicolas's much-Âneeded device to him. As a thank you, he'll invite me to dinner. We'll talk. He'll realize how perfect I am for him, fall in love with me, marry me.
Cyndi will find a fiancé alsoâÂeveryone loves herâÂand we'll have a double wedding, as sisters of the heart often do. It'll be the first wedding my family has had in generations.
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Voices murmur outside the condo's door, the sound piercing my delightful daydream. I swing the telescope upward, not wanting to be caught using it. The snippets of conversation drift away.
I don't relax. If the telescope isn't positioned in the same way as it was last night, Cyndi will realize I've been using it. She'll tease me about being a fellow pervert, sharing the story, embellished for dramatic effect, with her stern, serious dadâÂor, worse, with Angel, that snobby friend of hers.
I'll die. It'll be worse than being the butt of jokes in high school because that ridicule was about my clothes and this will center on the part of my soul I've always kept hidden. It'll also be the truth, and I won't be able to deny it. I am a pervert.
I have to return the telescope to its original position. This is the only acceptable solution. I tap the metal tube.
Last night, my man-Âcrazy roommate was giggling over the new guy in three-Âeleven north. The previous occupant was a gray-Âhaired, bowtie-Âwearing tax auditor, his luxurious accommodations supplied by Nicolas. The most exciting thing he ever did was drink his tea on the balcony.
According to Cyndi, the new occupant is a delicious piece of man candyâÂtattooed, buff, and head-Âto-Âtoe lickable. He was completing armcurls outside, and she enthusiastically counted his reps, oohing and aahing over his bulging biceps, calling to me to take a look.
I resisted that temptation, focusing on making macaroni and cheese for the two of us, the recipe snagged from the diner my mom works in. After we scarfed down dinner, Cyndi licking her plate clean, she left for the club and hasn't returned.
Three-Âeleven north is the mirror condo to ours. I straighten the telescope. That position looks about right, but then, the imitation UGGs I bought in my second year of college looked about right also. The first time I wore the boots in the rain, the sheepskin fell apart, leaving me barefoot in Economics 201.
Unwilling to risk Cyndi's friendship on “about right,” I gaze through the eyepiece. The view consists of rippling golden planes, almost like . . .
Tanned skin pulled over defined abs.
I blink. It can't be. I take another look. A perfect pearl of perspiration clings to a puckered scar. The drop elongates more and more, stretching, snapping. It trickles downward, navigating the swells and valleys of a man's honed torso.
No. I straighten. This is wrong. I shouldn't watch our sexy neighbor as he stands on his balcony. If anyone catches me . . .
