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  There was a definite appeal to him, too, as he sat across from her with that crooked grin, all playful cowboy.

  What would be the harm in just one date?

  But then something went swirly in her belly, melty and hot, trickling downward until it settled in the core of her.

  She shoved the sensation aside.

  “Come on, Laila,” Jackson said, his brown eyes glinting with that flirtatiousness she’d seen before. “I’m just talking about a date, not a marriage proposal.”

  Wasn’t he a card.

  Or, more to the point, a wild card.

  Dear Reader,

  Here we are, back in Thunder Canyon! This time, I’ve got a real bad boy—Jackson Traub, oil man, Texas rancher and all-around scoundrel. In the first book of the series, Jackson earned quite the reputation for himself while becoming the town’s most notorious, ultimate bachelor.

  So who would be the perfect foil for him? Maybe…the biggest bachelorette in Big Sky Country?

  These two have some major fireworks going, and I hope you like their flirting, dating…and of course, falling in lov-ing.

  When you’re done reading, I would love it if you would come on over and check out my website, www.crystal-green.com. You’ll find contests, a link to my blog for updates and information about all the continuities and other books I’m lucky enough to write!

  All the best,

  Crystal Green

  THE HARD-TO-GET COWBOY

  CRYSTAL GREEN

  Books by Crystal Green

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  CRYSTAL GREEN

  lives near Las Vegas, where she writes for the Harlequin Special Edition and Blaze lines. She loves to read, overanalyze movies and TV programs, practice yoga and travel when she can. You can read more about her at www.crystal-green.com, where she has a blog and contests. Also, you can follow her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/people/Chris-Marie-Green/1051327765 and Twitter at www.twitter.com/ChrisMarieGreen.

  To my beautiful, caring, hardworking mom—

  you are the treasure of the family and

  we value you beyond measure. Love you so much.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Prologue

  Laila Cates stood on the stage in front of the cheering crowd, dressed in a white evening gown and a blue sash while holding a fresh bouquet of celebratory flowers.

  “A five-time winner!” said the master of ceremonies, whose voice rang through the tent where the pageant was being held. “Give it up for Laila Cates for taking yet another Miss Frontier Days title!”

  She touched the crown on her head. It’d been a long time since she’d been up here. Seven years since she’d stopped entering the pageant, seven years since she’d wanted to be known for more than what was on the outside.

  But this year she’d come back to prove a point to Thunder Canyon.

  Scanning the crowd, she saw the happy faces of the neighbors and friends she’d grown up with. People she worked with at the Thunder Canyon First Fidelity Bank, day in and day out. Her best friend, Dana, who’d entered Laila into the pageant without Laila even knowing it, clapped harder than anyone else.

  She’d been the one who’d dared her to prove a point to the town, and Laila had taken her up on it, singing a song during the talent competition that emphasized a woman’s hard work in this world and the accomplishments all of them could celebrate as they grew older.

  And the judges had clearly appreciated it, recognizing that every year that passed by for a woman could be a plus rather than a negative.

  After the noise subsided, Laila went to the microphone, shaking her head. “So I’m twenty-nine going on thirty. The jump to a new decade seems to be a big deal in most women’s lives. We’re supposed to be leaving behind our best, most youthful years, and truthfully, I’ve been a little nervous about that. I mean, this is when we get wrinkles, right? This is when our looks begin to fade.” She smiled again. “Well, that’s why I decided to compete in the pageant this year, to see if any of that mattered when it comes right down to it.”

  A few hoots, hollers.

  She went on. “You all have shown tonight that age and life experience are important—that they add to who we are and how others see us. And, even though this is definitely my last time competing for the title, I’m looking forward to a new win each year, except not on a stage. In life. In everything.”

  Another round of applause, and Laila gave a jaunty little salute to the crowd, ready to give up the stage to all the other women who wanted to show Thunder Canyon what they had to offer—no matter what their age—in the future.

  That was when the audience parted to let through a strapping, broad-shouldered man with blond hair.

  At first, Laila thought he was merely there to offer congratulations. It was Hollis Cade Pritchett, the man she’d been seeing on and off for years on a casual basis. Cade, as he was known to just about everyone but his sister and her husband, accepted what Laila had professed all along—that she never wanted to get married—and that had apparently suited him just fine.

  Until now, it seemed.

  “Marry me, Laila,” he said loudly.

  As his deep voice carried, Laila blinked, then put her hand over the mic. The device whimpered with feedback as a wave of silence traveled over the audience.

  This wasn’t like Cade, to be joking around. And she suspected that it was a joke, because he was acting…different. Heck, she could even say that the normally levelheaded woodworker might’ve even tipped back a few beers, judging by the high flush on his cheeks. But Cade wasn’t a big drinker.

  So what explained the intensity in his gaze?

  His brother, Dean, broke out of the crowd and stood by Cade, wearing a tight grin and slapping him on the back, buddy-style.

  “Don’t listen to him, Laila,” the youngest Pritchett boy said. “I’m the one you should marry!”

  Okay—now it was pretty obvious from the way Dean slightly slurred that they had been indulging for some odd reason. Like his brother, Dean was the strong
, silent type, hardly prone to tomfoolery like this.

  By now, the crowd had broken into a chorus of laughter, urging the Pritchetts on.

  Laila kept her composure, as well as her sense of humor. This was starting to feel like a circus act, but maybe she’d only encouraged that by competing in the pageant at this age when it was supposed to be a young girls’ competition.

  She would take her knocks, because using a pageant title to make a statement about inner beauty was loaded with irony, and not everyone was going to get it.

  It was just another idea some of the townsfolk probably wouldn’t take seriously from her.

  Just then, another man came to the front of the stage—a guy who wasn’t as familiar to Laila, even though she knew darn well who he was.

  Who didn’t?

  Tall, lean and roguish in his jeans, boots and black Western shirt, Jackson Traub was new in town—one of the Texans who’d come to Thunder Canyon to develop his family’s oil shale business.

  And he was also known to be a troublemaker who’d caused a wild ruckus at his own brother’s wedding reception several months ago.

  Was he about to stir things up here, too, just for the heck of it?

  Just because rumor had it that he enjoyed raising Cain?

  Laila should’ve been sending him a “Don’t you dare do it” glare, but…

  But just look at him.

  She was too busy taking in a deep breath, feeling a burst of tingles as they rolled through every single inch of her while he grinned up at her on the stage.

  Lord help her, but a bad-boy reputation did something to a girl who’d spent her life doing everything right.

  He swept off his hat and held it over his heart while raising his own voice over the crowd’s. “Neither of these boys is worthy. I’m going to marry the lovely Laila!”

  Something primal hit her in the belly, and hard.

  But it had nothing to do with the ridiculous proposal. Nothing at all.

  It was only that his brown hair had been tousled so carelessly by the removal of his hat, and even from the stage, Laila could see the glint in his dust-devil brown gaze as he looked up at her and grinned even wider.

  In spite of everything, she grinned right back, though hers was of the sweet/sarcastic variety. No one was going to make a complete mockery out of this night.

  And no one—not even a slick Texan—was going to make it all better with a naughty smile and a joke, either.

  Jackson Traub lifted an eyebrow, as if appreciating her feisty look.

  As if challenged by it.

  It took some effort to drag her gaze away from him—my, did it ever—but she turned her attention back to the audience while their laughter died down.

  “See?” she said. “Here’s proof that life really doesn’t end after your twenties, girls. Everything improves with age, including the amount of attention.”

  As cheers erupted, she waited for silence before continuing.

  “But you all know that my heart belongs to Thunder Canyon. And, for all you fellas out there who’d planned to offer more proposals, you know I adore every last one of you, but I must tell you once and for all that I. Am. Never. Getting. Married. Life’s too short!”

  As the place went nuts, she winked at the crowd, then smiled at the Pritchett brothers, telling them that there were no hard feelings about their ill-timed shenanigans.

  Dean was glancing at his brother, as if to gauge Cade’s reaction.

  And what Laila saw in Cade almost chipped away at her heart.

  It seemed as if he’d just been kicked in the gut, his face ruddy, his hands fisted at his sides. Oh, God. Had he been serious about proposing?

  No way—not when she’d been very clear over the years how she felt about settling down. Not Cade Pritchett—a man who never impulsively shouted out things like proposals in front of a hundred other people.

  Without a word, he turned to leave, his shoulders stiff, and Dean followed him, leaving the third suitor behind.

  As Laila met the amused gaze of Jackson Traub, the last man standing, he put his hat back on, then touched the brim. The gesture might’ve been a touché from someone who clearly appreciated her firm stance on singlehood. Word had it that he’d even caused that scene at his brother’s reception because he was the ultimate bachelor, and he was intent on swearing off matrimony himself. It was just that he hadn’t exactly been speaking to a sympathetic audience at a wedding, for heaven’s sake.

  Before he turned around and disappeared into the crowd, he sent Laila one last wicked grin.

  Then he was gone, leaving her with a burning yen to see him again, for better…

  Or for worse.

  Chapter One

  Nearly a week later, Laila sat at a corner table in the bar section at the Hitching Post, keeping her eye on the entrance as she traced the sweat off the mug of a lemonade she hadn’t touched.

  She’d been playing phone tag with Cade, and they’d finally agreed to meet here tonight, among the after-work crowd enjoying Happy Hour in this rumored former house of ill repute that’d been turned into a bar and grill.

  She tried to ignore the line of ranch hands at the bar—the men who kept glancing over and peering at her from beneath the shade of their hats. One in particular, Duncan Brooks, who worked on Mayor Bo Clifton’s spread, was trying to catch Laila’s attention.

  Then again, he always was, and she wished he wouldn’t do that. The mustached, stocky cowboy was forever looking at her with that moony gaze men sometimes got when they were around Laila—that struck-by-a-beauty-queen gander that made her wish she had set out to clear up everyone’s perceptions of her from the very first time she’d been old enough to date.

  With a polite nod to Duncan—nothing more, nothing to encourage him—she took a sip of her lemonade and shifted her attention to the painting over the bar. It featured the Shady Lady herself, Lily Divine, draped in diaphanous material, wearing a mysterious smile. Long before Thunder Canyon had experienced its recent gold rush and the place had moved from a sleepy spot on the map to a boomtown with a resort that attracted the rich and adventurous alike, and long before the town had undergone an economic fall that they were still recovering from, Lily had been a woman of questionable morals. A supposed heartbreaker.

  Was that what Cade thought about Laila now, after she’d shot him down at the pageant?

  Was that why he hadn’t been returning her calls?

  She would soon see, because he was just now walking through the entrance, pausing to glance around for Laila.

  She waved a tentative hello, and his hands fisted by his sides, just as they had the night of the pageant. He walked toward her in his sheepskin jacket—a necessity now that the weather had finally turned from Indian summer to October cool.

  Laila held back a frown. It was tough to see Cade Pritchett in such a state. He was a hardy man, a local hero who’d played down his part in rescuing a young girl from drowning in Silver Stallion Lake about a year ago. Naturally, he’d refused any accolades.

  He was the best of guys. The best of friends—until recently.

  She’d already ordered a soda for him, and as he doffed his jacket, tossed it over the back of a chair, then sat, she pushed the beverage toward him as if it were a peace offering.

  “I wasn’t so sure you’d come here tonight,” she said.

  Cade didn’t utter a word. After years of dating him—never serious enough to have gotten totally intimate with him, though—Laila nevertheless knew enough about Cade to realize that he was weighing whatever he was thinking carefully before saying it.

  She also knew that when he spoke, it would be in a low voice that would give most any girl delicious shivers and, not for the first time, Laila wondered just why it didn’t affect her like that.

  What was wrong with her that she didn’t feel that way about him…or about anybody, much, except for a couple of men who’d seemed like Mr. Rights until they’d proven to be Mr. Maybe-Not-After-Alls?

 
; A flash of roguish brown eyes and an equally devastating grin flew across her mind’s eye, but she quashed all thoughts of Jackson Traub.

  He certainly wasn’t her type, and she’d been reminding herself of that all week.

  Cade met her gaze head-on. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and what I have to say to you now isn’t impulsive or ill-considered. I’ve even been thinking about what I came here to tell you long before the pageant.”

  She didn’t like how this was starting. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

  “The future, Laila.”

  His direct manner made her wary.

  “You’re not the only one who’s entered a new phase of life,” he said. “When a person gets older, he starts to reassess where he’s been. Where he’s going.”

  His blue gaze was so intense that Laila prayed he wasn’t about to say what she thought he was going to say…

  But he went and said it, anyway.

  “I wasn’t fooling around when I asked you to marry me.”

  She tried not to react, even though it felt as if a shadow had steamrolled her. “Cade, I didn’t mean to embarrass you by turning you down so publicly, but you know how I feel about marriage.”

  “I know how you always said you feel.”

  Now Laila was really confused. Had she been sending Cade mixed signals or something? But that couldn’t be the case. She’d always been very clear on her feelings about staying single.

  “Cade…” she said softly just before he interrupted her.

  “Just listen… I know full well that you’re not in love with me. But we have a lot to offer each other in spite of that.”

  He paused, and she searched his gaze, seeing that there was something deep going on in this man. Sadly, she even wondered if this had anything to do with how Cade had lost the woman he’d wanted to marry to an early death years ago.

  Maybe that was why Laila had been drawn to him, as a companion more than anything else. He had shut down emotionally after his lover’s passing, and he’d probably seen in Laila a person who didn’t get involved much with heavy emotions herself.