Silver River Romeo (Western Cowboy Romance) (Rancher Romance Series #1) Read Online Free Page A

of her smile and her laugh. He pushed away the memory of her small, firm breasts pushing at that red shirt. It had to be because he hadn’t had anyone in so long. He wasn’t a glutton for punishment, and he certainly wasn’t the type to go after someone his brother was interested in.
     
                  “Breakfast is gonna be real pleasant,” Cole muttered to himself as he shouldered several bags of cattle feed and headed for the door. He missed seeing Emma’s eyes scan him quickly and he certainly didn’t see the flush that started at the neck of her shirt and went to the roots of her hair.
     

Chapter Four
     
                  Emma followed the McKenna boys out to the parking lot. Cole recognized the big black truck he’d seen headed down the driveway yesterday. It looked too big for her. He was tempted to ask if she needed a hand getting in, but Marshall beat him to it so he just walked to his own truck and cranked it up.
     
                  After his brothers had gotten in, Cole pulled slowly out of the parking lot so Emma could follow him. They all heard her grind a few gears before she got up the small incline out of the lot.
     
                  “Maybe I should show her how to drive that thing,” Marshall mused as he tilted the side view mirror to make sure she was keeping up.
     
                  “Put my mirror back,” Cole snapped. “You’re in an awful damn helpful mood today, aren’t you?”
     
                  Marshall looked at him in surprise.
     
                  “And you’re in a foul one.  What’s your problem?” he asked as he tilted the mirror back into its original position. “Is this about the soy? Hell, I can’t buy it if they don’t have it, Cole.”
     
                  “Would you forget about the soy?” Cole demanded. “ It’s not the soy! Even though I am right about that.”
     
                  “Is it the fact that you made a fool of yourself in front of Emma?”  Darrell asked inquisitively.
     
                  “Emma,” Cole repeated. “You’re already on a first name basis with her.”
     
                  “Well, it’s not like this is the Wild West,” Marshall informed him. “What do you want me to call her? Miss Carson?”
     
                  “I don’t give a damn what you call her,” Cole growled, pushing his foot down a little harder on the gas pedal.
     
                  “Do you know what his problem is?” Marshall asked Darrell, who’d been sitting quietly in the backseat.
     
                  Cole glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Darrell shrug. He also saw blue lights. The word he chose made even Darrell’s eyebrows go up, and he worked with professional cowboys, who generally cussed like professional sailors.
     
                  “What now?” Marshall asked tiredly.
     
                  “I’m getting pulled over, that’s what now,” Cole snarled as he pulled onto the wide shoulder.  He saw Emma also slow down as if she was undecided about what to do, and then pull over in front of him so she wasn’t in the officer’s way.
     
                  “Hey there, Cole,” the officer called as he approached the truck. “In a hurry?”
     
                  “Just a little bit,” Cole answered while forcing a half-smile at his friend.  “Hey, Jake. How’s the wife?”
     
                  “Eight months along and not to be trifled with,” Jake answered seriously. “Never would have thought having a baby would make a woman lose sleep before she even had it. Anyway, you were going along at more than a little over the limit. What’s the rush?”
     
                  “Got a little ahead of myself, is all.,” Cole admitted. “ We’re headed to the Feedin’