Billion Dollar Cowboy(119)

By: Carolyn Brown


H. B.’s eyes were a soft aqua, somewhere between blue and green like the still deep waters of the ocean. And her lips full, the kind that begged for kisses. He felt a stirring down deep in his heart that he hadn’t felt before, but he didn’t know if it was anger or desire.

It really didn’t matter because the whole damn thing had to be a joke. It was too ridiculous to be real. Raylen had cooked it up and paid some woman to help him pull it off. He pulled his cell phone from his shirt pocket and quickly punched in the numbers to the office of the Dallas magazine tycoon.

“Carl Levy, please.”

Ten long seconds later, “Tell him this is Dewar O’Donnell and this is definitely an emergency.”

H.B. shook her head and took her saddlebags from her car. “You are wasting your time, cowboy.”

Dewar hooked a leg over the saddle horn and ignored her. “Carl, I’ve got a red-haired woman who says she’s H. B. McKay. You want to verify that?”

He frowned.

“You led me to believe that H. B. was a man, sir. A woman hasn’t got any business on a cattle drive.”

H. B. yelled over the noise of bawling cattle, snorting horses, and grinning men. “Tell him Momma is going to throw a Cajun fit, and if he’s smart he’ll walk in the house with roses in one hand and an apology on his lips.”

“Yes, sir, that was her,” Dewar said.

She held out her hand. “Give me that phone.”

Dewar leaned down and put it in her hand.

“You are going to pay for this, Daddy. I’m pissed off worse than I’ve ever been before in my life. I’m so pissed off that I’m not even going to talk to you about it and you can tell Joel that I know he’s behind this shit and I’ll get even with him when I get home.”

Everything went silent. Even the cows stopped bawling.

“Stop laughing. I’ll show you what I can do, but you are going to be sorry. Believe me, you are going to regret it.”

She handed the phone back to Dewar. “He says to tell you good luck. You ready?”

He put the phone back in his pocket and nodded toward the dapple gray horse. “Soon as you tie down those bags and mount up. Apache is spirited, but he’s tough. You ever ridden?”

“Once or twice,” she answered.