Tex Times Ten (4 page)

Tex’s breath hung in his chest. Surely she wasn’t really trying to win him! She had no money; she’d said so herself.

The bid reached four hundred dollars, and his brothers were slack-jawed in the stands. Tex’s face burned with humiliation.

“Give us a pose, cowboy!” a female called from the stands.

A pose? “Oh, come on,” Tex muttered, failing to see why he should. But the audience applauded, and he decided to give them what they wanted.

He popped his arm muscles, which thanks to the short-sleeve-T-shirt Mimi had suggested, worked nicely to show off his biceps.

The ladies applauded. See? he told Cissy mentally. They notice me. Women like me, even if
you
don’t.

He bent slightly at the knee and leaned forward, curling his arm so that he displayed his shoulder and forearm muscles.

The women clapped harder. “More!” someone yelled.

Emboldened, he turned around, showed the audience his backside, held his arms out to the side, and tightly flexed every muscle in his body.

The response was thunderous. With a sheepish grin, he turned back around, done with his antics.

Cissy’s fan gestured wildly.

And then it seemed the arena got quiet. Buzzing hummed in Tex’s ears as the auctioneer pointed to a few more fan-holding women. Tex thought maybe the lovely, dress-wearing Cissy had put her fan into her lap.

He had to admit, it wouldn’t be the worst thing that ever happened to him if she won him. The woman was right sexy for a good girl. If good girls were his thing, which they weren’t.

He liked his women saucy. Minx-y. A little on the bad-girl side.

Sort of the Cissy he thought he knew from their
barn encounter, before he’d found out she was newly widowed and had a mess of kids and went to church and took care of her elderly grandma.

A man couldn’t poach on a gal like that, even if she did work for Marvella.

“Sold!” the auctioneer cried. “For five hundred dollars to that lady right over there!”

Cissy wasn’t prepared for Marvella to purchase Tex. Her heart sank. Poor Tex! His face crumbled.

She felt responsible. Enthusiastically doing her mole-bidding thing and driving up his price, she had been determined to show that she didn’t care that he’d soon have a night with another woman.

It shouldn’t have mattered to her, but now Marvella had her fingers in the pie. Tex wouldn’t enjoy being Marvella’s purchase, not at all. When she walked over to claim Tex, Cissy’s skin crawled. “Wait a minute!” Cissy called out. “Marvella, can I talk to you?”

Hopping out of the stands, she went over to her boss.

“What, Cissy?” Marvella asked.

“I don’t think you want to buy him,” Cissy said. Tex’s eyes were on her, watching her like a hawk. “He’s damaged goods,” she explained.

“Damaged goods?” Marvella turned to stare at the cowboy. “He’s already won two rodeos for me. And he just showed us everything except his—”

“Yes, I realize that,” Cissy said hurriedly. “And
it all looked fine, on the surface. But I thought you already had a cowboy for the rodeo.”

“My cowboy just came down with a bad case of running fever. He’s running to Nevada, away from his ex-wife and child-support payments. This one will do better,” she said with a greedy smile at Tex. “I hadn’t expected him to fall into my hands.”

“I’d pick the one over there,” Cissy said softly. “Do you recognize him? He’s the son of a retired Dallas Cowboy. And he’s all the rage on the circuit. I was reading his biography in the pamphlet. He’s not a has-been like this one,” she said with an apologetic glance at Tex.

“I heard that!” he exclaimed. “I am not a has-been!”

She got closer to Marvella, who was looking the younger rodeo rider over with a keen eye. “Tex hurt his ankle a couple of weeks ago,” Cissy said. “And his back. He just doesn’t want anyone to know he’s flimsy right now. Real worn down.”

Marvella’s head turned toward the auctioneer. “Now that I’ve inspected the goods up close, I rescind my bid.”

And she swept away.

Tex glared at Cissy.

“Hey, I’m trying to save you,” she said.

“Due to an unforeseen turn of events,” the auctioneer said, “our bidder changed her mind. Does the previous bidder still want this fine cowboy gentleman? If you want to pay the former price, he’s yours.”

A cheer went up from the stands, and ten women
ran over to Tex, throwing themselves at him for hugs. Her rivals from the new salon in Union Junction. They were covering his face with lipstick kisses and he seemed much happier, Cissy noticed. The opportunistic louse! Well, they could have the intimacy-stunted cowboy. And his moral imperative. Plus his nicely fitting jeans and tight muscles. He wasn’t that much of a prize.

“Well, I guess you’re sold again, then, son,” the auctioneer said. “Ten for the price of one. What a lucky guy!”

The girls squealed, thrilled. Cissy heard Tex laugh. He didn’t sound so reluctant now, the ape.

Cissy walked away, telling herself she’d done the right thing.

T
EX SAW
C
ISSY LEAVING
and tipped his hat to the women swarming him. “Ladies, I look forward to our night together,” he said, eliciting more squeals. I’ll make tonight the night of your dreams.”

They ate that up.

He grinned. “I’ll pick y’all up at Miss Delilah’s at three o’clock, and then we’ll walk to the cafeteria. I’m bringing roses for each of you.”

They crowded around him, smiling. His chest expanded with pride. He could make ten girls happy at once!

But right now, he needed to take care of one. “See you then,” he said, heading after Cissy. He caught her in the breezeway. “Hey. What’s the hurry?”

“None, exactly.” She kept walking.

He caught her hand. “So where are you going? I’d like to talk to you if you have time.”

She refused to slow down. “I really don’t. Sorry. I need to be minding the shop while Marvella and the other girls are gone.”

“The shop’s closed until tonight,” he pointed out. “Everybody’s at Mayfest. In fact, I was hoping to buy you some cotton candy.”

“Don’t like it. It’s too
clingy.
Thanks.”

Man, he couldn’t slow her down a bit. “Cissy. Please stop.”

She did, looking up at him. They stood on the sidewalk with the bright May sun washing the street in spring light, and he thought about how sweet she was. She had such a rep for being a tough cookie, but that was just her top layer. Once you got past her crunchiness, she was soft and sweet. “Thanks for rescuing me back there.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Of course, you didn’t have to make it sound like I was some over-the-hill, busted-up cowboy leftover.”

“Yes, I did. Marvella’s determined to beat her sister at all costs. She needed a better cowboy.”

“Hey!” He tugged lightly on her long, silvery hair. “Ain’t no better cowboy than this, lady.”

She cocked her head. “Maybe I disagree. However, I knew you felt that this was all my fault, and so I decided to snatch you back from Marvella’s jaws.”

“Had me going there for a minute. Thought you
were going to buy me for yourself,” he said with a touch of swagger.

“No.” She said it calmly and with assurance. “I’ve already had you in my bedroom. Sparks didn’t fly.”

He stared at her. “They most certainly did, in the barn!”

“Maybe for you.” She shrugged. “It was fun upping your price. Too bad those girls are going to be disappointed.”

“What?” Now she was getting on his nerves again, just when he’d decided she was sweet and creamy!

“Well, they’re expecting a fun date. And a little more.”

“I’m taking them to the cafeteria. And giving them each a rose. Come on. That’s not too bad for a first date, is it?”

“Did it ever occur to you that they’re going to want something extra?”

“Hey, the girls will love going out for a nice meal. I mean, they seemed happy. And of course, I’ll spring for dessert.”

“Yes, but strawberry pie isn’t the
something extra
they’re going to want.”

He ignored that, since he had a suspicion she might be right. In fact, he was going to have to figure out a way around kissing all those girls. “Hey, Cissy, I need to talk to you.”

“We’re talking, Tex.”

Glancing around, he said, “In private.”

“Not my room. You exit like a bad stuntman.”

“You noticed?” He perked up instantly.

“Yeah. I could have heard the crash a mile away.”

“Oh.” He deflated again.

“And besides, I don’t want anyone to get any wrong ideas about you and me.”

“Meaning what?”

“That you…that we—”

“That I might be a customer?”

She stared at him. “A customer? I don’t do hair, Tex. I’m not a stylist.”

“That’s not what I meant, exactly.”

“What do you mean?”

He was getting annoyed because he didn’t want to be indelicate with her. “Come on, Cissy. You know very well what the Never Lonely Cut-n-Gurls salon has a reputation for. Taking real good care of their men.”

“I hope so. It
is
a service industry.”

“And a little more on the service side than your average Joe’s Barber Shop.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Are you insinuating that I’m a good-time girl?”

That puzzled him. “Well, aren’t you? Sort of? To make ends meet?”

She slapped him. “Ow! Cissy, what the hell!”

“Just slapping a little sense into you, cowboy.”

“Hang on a minute.” He grabbed her by her wrists and pulled her to him. “If you don’t mind, I’d like a straight answer. Marvella’s salon has a rep for being a whorehouse. True or false?”

She struggled against him. “I’m not friends with the other girls. I barely talk to them. They think I’m
mean, and they hate me because Marvella wants me there so much. They assume I’m getting special treatment. I’m not. Marvella likes my look. She thinks I give her salon the appearance she wants it to have. I’m a hostess, you dork.”

He released her. “Dork?”

“All right. I’m sorry. But you shouldn’t have implied that I was…wait a minute. Never mind. You are a dork. And a typical guy.”

“Obviously, I was wrong about everything. I apologize.”

“I don’t know. I don’t ask the other girls what they do with their customers. My job is to look attractive, chat sweetly and take the customers to a lady who cuts their hair, manicures them, shaves them, pedicures them, waxes them—”

“Thank you. That will do just fine.”

They stared at each other.

“I think you know it doesn’t matter to me. You’re still someone I want to hang around with. I do apologize,” Tex said. “It was none of my business.”

“I bet you are sorry. Sorry that you got won by ten nice girls. If we’d thought about pooling together at Never Lonely Cut-n-Gurls, you could have been bought by a trashy bunch. And that would have been your dream come true.”

“Actually, I don’t know what my dream is anymore.” He took a deep breath. “Let me buy you lunch.”

“No, thanks.”

Damn, but she was prickly. “Here’s my best and final offer, because I can tell you’re really hungry.”

“I’m—”

He held up a hand to interrupt her denial. “Let me buy us some fried chicken. Then I’ll drive us out to Barmaid’s Creek. It’s too cold to swim, but we can sit and look at the water. And I can talk to you. I promise, no hanky-panky.”

She sighed. “That’s not exactly an offer a girl can’t refuse. So…no.”

Defeated, he knew he couldn’t blame her for not wanting to be with him. She’d rescued him from Marvella, and he’d repaid her by insulting her. “So. I guess we’ll just talk right here. Where anybody can hear us.”

“Guess so.”

He nodded. “All right. I was discussing your contract with Brian, Mimi’s lawyer husband because Ranger asked me to, and Brian was wondering if you had a copy of it.”

She shook her head.

“Dead-end there, for the moment. Question two, about your brother and sisters, I think I know someone who would go see what can be found out about them. Someone experienced with tough conditions. Someone who knows a lot about—”

A gasp escaped her. Carefully, he watched her, wondering what her next move would be. Another slap? Ire?

He was totally unprepared when Cissy threw herself into his arms and hugged him tight. It was good, it was real good. He liked it, but he had a feeling it was about to get taken away from him. “Uh, Cissy, I meant Hawk.”

She gazed up at him. “Hawk?”

“Yeah. He’s experienced in tracking.”

Slowly, she detached herself from him. “Oh.” And then she looked delightfully embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I should have listened before I leaped.”

“It’s fine,” he said hurriedly. “Leap anytime you like.”

“Hawk,” she repeated slowly. “He found me when I tried to leave town and get away from Marvella. Maybe he could find my family. Or at least find out what happened to them.” She looked back up at him. “You know, that’s a good idea, if you think he would.”

“Why not? He’s a hired tracker. Money talks.”

She sighed. “Of course, I don’t have the kind of money.”

Tex nodded. “Well, it’s something for us to look into. We could ask about the cost.”

“The cost of flying to South America alone would be prohibitive. Not to mention the bribes you’d need to get information out of the locals.”

“I thought about all that.” He tapped her nose. “Don’t give up. We can think of something.”

She looked at him. “We? That’s the second time you said ‘we.”’

“Well, hell. You rescue me, I’ll rescue you.” He grinned at her. “I bet you couldn’t resist sleeping with that cake under your pillow last night, could you?”

Her expression was coy. “None of your business, cowboy.”

“You did. And you dreamed about someone, didn’t you?”

She shook her head. “I slept like a log.”

“Sleep on it again tonight. I bet you dream of me. I’m starting to get under your skin.”

She laughed at him, and he was glad to hear the sound. “Remind me to spray myself with repellant the next time you fly around.”

And then she walked away. Her hips switched tantalizingly, and he had to admit, that was a well-packaged woman. There were moments when he wanted to unwrap that package again.

“She’s a good girl,” he reminded himself.

Though there was definitely something going on between the two of them.

He just wasn’t certain what it was.

“C
ISSY
!” M
ARVELLA CALLED
.

Cissy turned around, and she saw Tex do the same. Marvella traveled the extra fifteen feet, hauling the new cowboy with her. “Cissy, this is Ant Dilworth. Ant, meet my best girl, Cissy Kisserton.”

Cissy noticed Tex had drawn within listening distance. Shame on him for being so nosy!

“Howdy, Miss Cissy,” Ant said. “Kisserton’s the perfect name for you. I’d kiss a gal like you a ton, if you was mine.”

Marvella laughed. “Kiss her tons. I get it. Ant, you’re a very smart cowboy. I like brains in a man.”

Ant looked full of himself. Tex glowered. Cissy smiled.

“And this is Tex Jefferson, a local cowboy who’s been kind enough to ride for our salon in the past.”

The men shook hands. “Ah, yeah. You’re the one she bid on first, but then decided was too tore up. Too bad, man.”

Cissy tried not to giggle. But Tex’s expression was priceless.

“Hey, why don’t the two of you show Ant around Mayfest?” Marvella asked. “We want him to have a good time before the rodeo.”

Cissy and Tex looked at each other. Ant drew himself up to his full five-foot-six height.

“All right, Marvella,” Cissy said reluctantly. “Tex?”

“Well, I wouldn’t dream of leaving this young man without friends,” Tex said, his dark gaze on Cissy.

“Wonderful!” Marvella exclaimed. “But you have him back in good shape and on time, Cissy.”

“Oh, we will.” She frowned at Tex, and he raised a brow.

“Here’s some spending money for my guest,” Marvella said, opening her black bag. “We’re good to our riders here.”

“I can see that!” Ant said happily. “Getting invited to that raffle was the best thing that ever happened to me!”

“That’s exactly what Tex said,” Cissy fibbed, just to watch the flames explode from Tex’s head. “He loves the fact that ten women won him.”