The Discreet Cowboy (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 6) Read Online Free Page B

jump into hiding? Or wait to see who was in the cart and pray it wasn’t the boss? That wouldn’t be pleasant—not pleasant at all.
    Cold, wet and frustrated, he stayed put. He was too damn tired. He wasn’t about to hide, even if he was darn close to being naked because the sheet wasn’t doing any good.
    Remember. Don’t get angry. Get even.
    He smiled. He was one step closer to seeing that his plans were fulfilled. Felicia thought she’d managed to shake him, but he’d show her. He knew exactly where to find the runaway. She’d made the mistake of mentioning to Susie that she wanted to check out the local entertainment. He’d give her entertainment all right. Wonder how she’d like being locked up in one of the cabins for the night?
    Oh, she might have mistakenly taken him for a wet-behind-the-ears cowboy, but he knew exactly how to handle rowdy women. Having three sisters of his own and being the only son, many times they’d crossed a line with him, but he’d learned how to handle the situation. His father had taught him how to treat a woman in a way that allowed her to believe she had the upper hand. In fact, Dade knew a lot about women- what they wanted, how they wanted to be treated, not from experience, but from his sisters always filling his head with the diary of a female. They swore they made him the gentleman he was today, but Dade knew some of the credit went to his father too. He was the greatest gentleman to have as a role model. He’d always treated his wife with kindness, generosity, patience, and respect. Maybe that’s what scared the hell out of Dade when it came to relationships. He had big boots to fill if he wanted to be anything like his dad. Dade felt like a failure even before he got out of the gate.
    The only serious relationship he’d ever had was with his high school sweetheart, and she broke up with him once they started planning their wedding, stating they needed to spread their wings before they settled down. Pfft! She wanted to spread more than her wings. Two months later, she ended up pregnant by one of Dade’s buddies. No hard feelings, though. Dade wanted her to be happy. And, well, he wasn’t sure what he wanted. At twenty-five, he guessed he was still young enough not to worry about settling down anytime soon. He had every plan to stay here, at Nirvana. Paradise.
    The headlights were close now and he could see the Gator was slowing, until finally pulling over into the grass. Cord, the newest hand, didn’t even blink an eye as Dade slipped into the passenger seat, tossing his cane into the back. His wet ass stuck to the vinyl and, when he shifted, his butt cheek was like a suction cup.
    “Out for a stroll on this lovely evening?” Cord asked sarcastically as he kept his gaze on the road ahead. They turned toward staff row as lightning flashed across the sky, followed by thunder as if to drive home the other man’s words of the ‘lovely’ evening.
    “I’d rather not talk about it. I’ll muck out the stalls for a month if you keep this to yourself.”
    “Nah, just consider it a courtesy. I’ve been in similar situations myself and needed a helping hand. I’m sure I’ll need a favor one day.”
    And neither of them said another word on the short trip.
    Once Dade was in his cabin, he dropped the soaked sheet, gave it a good kick across the floor, and stomped to his dresser. He tossed around everything in his drawers, rummaging for something to wear, but not really seeing anything.
    He was up shit creek without a paddle. Not only had he busted the door to the massage room, but he lost the boss’ sister. Hell, maybe he should just pack his things and catch the next bus out of Dodge. But he wasn’t a quitter, or a deserter. He liked being here and had every intention of staying put. He wouldn’t let a brat ruin his career.
    Why did the boss’s sister have to show up? Didn’t she have fancy parties and rich boyfriends to keep her occupied?
    Chase’s request