Roping the Cowboy Billionaire - Emmy Eugene Page 0,87
other part sagged in relief against the railing on the deck. The sun continued to go down, and the day died degree by degree.
“Why are you standing here?” he asked himself. “Get over to Beth’s and talk to her. The clock is ticking.”
He pushed away from the railing and hurried to his pickup truck. The drive to Beth’s didn’t take long. The longest part of the drive was getting down the dirt lane from the house to the road. Beth’s was just a bit down the road, and he pulled up to the charming, white farmhouse before he knew it.
While he still had a well of courage, he got out of the truck and marched toward the porch. He made it to the door and rang the doorbell.
“C’mon in,” TJ yelled, and Trey took a deep breath.
He opened the door and stepped inside the farmhouse, already looking for the child. In the very next moment, a deluge of cold water hit him straight in the face.
Trey sputtered and reached up to cover his face with his hands. “What the devil?” he asked at the same time wild laughter met his ears. He cleared the water from his eyes and hair—his cowboy hat gone completely—and looked down at his soaking wet shirt. The front of his jeans looked like he’d wet himself, and water ran down his legs toward his cowboy boots.
“That’s not your uncle Hugh,” a man said, and Trey’s eyes flew to an older gentleman whose smile faded right before Trey’s eyes. Beth’s father, Clyde Turner.
“Trey,” TJ said, his smile staying in place. He ran toward Trey, who scooped him up despite being a wet mess. “What are you doin’ here?”
“I…” He looked at Clyde, who’d found a towel somehow and was hurrying toward him too.
“Sorry,” he said. “I’m real sorry about the water. We’re expecting Beth’s brother, and I was just showin’ TJ how to set up a prank.” He smiled at the child and exchanged TJ for the towel.
They shook hands too, and Trey used the towel to mop up the water in his hair. This wasn’t a good time to chat with Beth, clearly. Beth’s family was here, and she obviously didn’t know about this little prank lesson going on in her living room.
He didn’t think she’d like the standing water on her hardwood floors, for example.
Trey turned around to find his cowboy hat. He located it sitting in a pool of water, stepped over to it, and had just picked it up when Beth said, “Trey?”
His heartbeat spiked, and he jammed the hat on his head as he straightened and turned in the same movement.
Beth wore a pale yellow tank top that flowed around her frame in a classy, sophisticated way. She made soft, loose pants look like a ballgown, and Trey promptly swept the cowboy hat off his head again.
Aware of water dripping from his ear and sliding down his face, he held his cowboy hat to his chest with one hand and wiped his forehead with the other. “I’ll do it, Beth. I’ll enter the Sweetheart Classic with you.”
Training the Cowboy Billionaire Chapter Two:
“The Sweetheart Classic?” Daddy asked, and Bethany Dixon flew into action. She strode forward and put both hands against Trey’s chest, as if she could really move a man as muscular as him.
He did fall back though, and he turned and walked out onto the front porch, Beth right on his tail. She brought the door closed behind her a little harder than she meant to, and she pressed her eyes closed as she leaned into the solidness of it.
She inhaled through her nose and realized her feet were wet. She opened her eyes and looked down. “Why is my porch wet?”
“Same reason I’m soaking wet, sweetheart,” Trey said in a very dry voice.
She looked up from the puddle where she stood to find Trey standing at the top of the steps, facing her. He really was wet from head to toe, and she could only stare at the sexy way his hair spiked up with water in it.
Everything about the man called to her, and she forgot for a moment why her pulse was pounding and why she’d ushered him outside before he could say anything else.
The door behind her opened, and Daddy said, “Sorry about the water, sweetie. I’ll get TJ to clean it up right now.”
Beth reached up and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Thanks, Daddy.”
The door closed again, and Beth wished she could lock