The Reluctant Texas Rancher (Harlequin American Romance) Read Online Free Page A

He walked over to help her zip up the bulging suitcases and stand them on their wheels. “Is that why you started your law practice in Laramie?”
    Liz stripped the mattress and dumped the sheets into a large wicker laundry basket. She reached for a clean set and began making up the bed. Travis leaned in to help.
    “I did that because I didn’t like working for someone else. I worked at a midsize firm in Dallas the first three years out of law school and discovered it wasn’t for me. Too many politics. Too much grunt work. Not enough autonomy.” Trying not to think how intimate a task this could be, Liz tossed him a pillow and a case.
    “What about you?” She remembered the way he had been in high school, all big plans and bigger ambitions. Grinning, she speculated, “I bet you loved life in a large firm.”
    Then realized, too late, she probably shouldn’t have said that.
    After dealing with the pillow, Travis hefted the box of books in his arms. “I enjoyed the competition, the high stakes of all the clients and the cases, until I got pushed out. Then, I have to admit, it wasn’t so fun.”
    She moved ahead of him, holding the door open. “Would you go back to it?”
    He set the box in the back of her SUV. “It might be different at another big firm.”
    She went back to get a suitcase. Travis got the other. “So what you said earlier, about wanting your own ranch…?”
    Their shoulders brushed accidentally as they reached the vehicle, causing Liz to momentarily lose her footing.
    Travis put out a hand to steady her. “That’s still true. I miss ranch life as much as I love the law.”
    She tried not to notice how ruggedly handsome he looked in the warm light of the spring evening.
    They had both grown up so much in the time they had been apart.
    She couldn’t help but admire the man he had become. “So—unlike me—you want to do both,” she ascertained quietly.
    Travis went to help her carry the clothes hanging in the closet. “A lot of Texas attorneys do. Especially in the rural areas.”
    Liz picked up several pairs of custom cowgirl boots and the more sedate heels she wore to court. “Don’t let my family hear you say that. They would use it to put additional pressure on me.”
    He reached over and set a flat-brimmed felt hat on her head. “They’d be right,” he teased, with a confidence that let her know he had been thinking about this. “There are advantages to diversifying.”
    With Travis by her side, Liz made another trip to the SUV. “So where would you do this?” she asked, nearly dropping everything because she was carrying so much. “Here? In Laramie County?”
    Travis draped his load of clothing over the stuff already in the back. With casual gallantry, he helped her with the mass of shoes and boots. The kind of mischief she recalled from their high school days glimmered in his eyes.
    “Worried about a little competition?”
    More like my heart. Although where that thought had come from… Since there was no way she was falling for him again.
    Liz stepped back, aware that one more trip would just about clear out the homestead of her things. “Of course not.” She tossed her hair back with the confident attitude that had gotten her through many a difficult situation. “You’re an oil and gas attorney, interested in big stakes.”
    Wishing she was in one of her business suits instead of laid-back ranch attire of a calico shirt and jeans, she angled a thumb at her chest. “I run a general law practice that focuses on helping people with ordinary, everyday problems. When it comes right down to it, our prospective clients have as little in common as you and I do.”
    A brooding look crossed his face. “You’re right about that,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. He glanced back at the cabin. “So, are we about done here?”
    Liz nodded, hating his sudden aloofness, aware she had touched a nerve without meaning to.
    Tensing with regret, she handed him the keys to the