Cowboy is Mine (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 5) Read Online Free

for a few minutes watching life pass her by. An ambulance pulled into the apartment lot, shut off its lights and parked in front of the building. She hoped Mrs. Viney wasn’t sick again. The elderly woman had been in and out of the hospital for the last month. Krista always made it a habit to check on her neighbor every evening.
    Grabbing her phone from her purse, she hit a key for speed dial and the phone was picked up on the second ring. Krista felt instant relief hearing the woman’s jovial, but husky, voice. “I was just checking in, Mrs. Viney. I hope you’re doing well this evening.”
    “I’m fine, dear. Watching my favorite show. He’s about to kill a zombie so we’ll talk soon.” Click.
    Krista tossed her phone onto the bed and chuckled. The older woman was as sweet as could be, but she was addicted to TV, especially zombie shows.
    Closing the curtains to the window, she pulled off her coat, then the jacket, and dropped both over the arm of the chair. Dancing light caught her attention. The sequins on the corset glistened and glittered like diamonds in the reflection of the mirror. Her breasts looked like they’d grown from B’s to C’s with the help of the tight fitting top. The woman at the shop had told her to pick a size smaller for the best results, and they were exactly as promised—she looked like a fifties pin-up model. She loved her shape and hadn’t had a complex about her body image since she was a teenager. It had taken her some time to realize that, at five foot two, her curves didn’t have as much room to spread out in length. She wholeheartedly embraced her curves, and had to admit, looking at herself now, she was quite sexy. She wasn’t bone-thin, never had been, and had always called her hourglass hips the ‘female persuasion’. Although she knew she could work out more and eat fewer carbs, she enjoyed having a curvy frame and even the small muffin top that appeared on occasion as a reminder that she was all soft woman.
    “Time to go.” She plucked at the corset with a sigh, realizing she’d already wasted enough time on the failed attempt at seduction. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Or so I’ve heard. Grabbing a pair of scissors from her vanity drawer, she started at the side seam and cut the material all the way to the bust. Once it fell away, her breasts thanked her. Scooping the corset up with her big toe, she deposited it into the trash can. “ Sayonara .”
    Pulling on a short nightgown and applying a thick layer of green mask on her face, she went into the kitchen and made a bowl of Rocky Road. Taking it into the living room, she sat down at her computer and pushed the power button. Taking a bite of ice cream, she immediately felt a punitive tingle at her temples. “Ouch! Brain freeze.” She rubbed her forehead. This really isn’t my day.
    Once the ‘freeze’ defrosted in her brain, she pulled up a blank document, ready to start a new story. Grabbing her book of notes, she read the information she’d jotted down while visiting a local house rumored to have the ghost of a twenty-year-old woman wandering the halls. She had committed suicide in the early 1900’s after her fiancé was killed in a hunting accident. The stories were that her spirit was seen on nights when the moon was full. Krista had spent a night cuddled up in a blanket at the estate and hadn’t seen any proof that Beatrice Nelson still roamed the property. To love someone so much that you can’t live without them…such a tragedy.
    Hovering her fingers over the keyboard, she sat there and stared until her eyes blurred. Usually the words flowed like water, but right now she could barely think, let alone put two sentences together.
    This was all Willard’s fault.
    No, that wasn’t true.
    “Damn, Dodge. This is all your fault!” Her mind was stuck in the past and on the man who had probably forgotten her before she crossed the Florida/Georgia line, heading back home.
    Dodge had always managed to