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A Pleasant Surprise by L. R. Wards

  • May 9
  • 2 min read

She was not a shy, bumbling idiot. At least that's what Natalie kept telling herself after she bumped into Wyatt Strickland.
It didn't help, of course, that she had been madly love with him ever since she was a teenager, and he had not even turned his eyes in her direction; not once in all the years she'd known him. Perhaps it might have helped if she had actually tried to get his attention? But she was too inexperienced to work out how.
All of a sudden, one day, he did notice her and if she thought she didn't know how to handle that cowboy when he ignored her, how the heck was she supposed to handle him now?
Excerpt:
"Dammit Logan, quit your bloody dallying and load the feed." Lee bellowed from the other side of the truck. "Wyatt"s doing all the work."
Logan tossed a look over his shoulder, taking his eyes from the pretty brunette for a moment, "Sure thing pa." he called before settling his eyes back on her, "Duty calls Natalie." He smirked completely unaffected by his father"s bellowing.
"No problem." She said starting to back up and casting an unsure glance at his father. Every time she met Lee Strickland he was intimidating to her. Half the time he didn"t say a word and she still felt his presence. However, when he did speak, he had this voice that was able to elicit responses from people other than his sons. Logan might not seem affected but she nearly jumped to his commands. He was an old time cowboy who raised his sons under the same traditions as he was raised. Although she knew they probably had to deal with an incredible amount of discipline growing up, they sure turned into fine men. Her eyes guided to the oldest brother just emerging from the warehouse where they kept the feed.
Wyatt Strickland was every bit a cowboy like his father. She was sure that she was in love with him. When she was sixteen she was with her father when they delivered a load of lumber out to the ranch and he was working on a fence close to the road. It was a hot day so he"d disposed of his shirt and was bare from the waist up. His horse was tied to a post close by with his shirt tossed absently on the saddle horn. She even remembered the color. Pale green.
The presence of the horse let her know that he rode out to fix the fence and didn"t take the truck. It was admirable to her that he did things that way. Most men checked the fences by vehicle.
At least she thought they did.
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