Tough to tame, but not too tough to loveâ¦
Charlie Allington is supposed to be on the fast track to the topâa small-town girl who was making it big in her career. Instead, sheâs reeling from a scandal thatâs pretty much burned all her bridges. Now, out of options, she needs a place to lick her wounds and figure out her future. True, working at a ski resort in rugged Jackson Hole, Wyoming, isnât her dream job. But if thereâs one perk to coming back, itâs a certain sexy hometown boy who knows how to make a girl feel welcome.
Cowboy Walker Pearce never expected a grown-up Charlie to be temptation in tight jeans. Sheâs smart and successfulâway out of league for a man like him. But heâs not about to let that, or his secrets, get in the way of their blazing-hot attraction. Yet when passion turns to something more, will the truthâabout both of themâsend her out of his life for goodâ¦or into his arms forever?
Praise for the novels of USA TODAY bestselling author Victoria Dahl
âDahl adds her signature hot sex scenes
and quirky characters to this lively mix of romance in the high country.â âBooklist on Too Hot to Handle
âVictoria Dahl never fails to bring the heat.â
âRT Book Reviews on Too Hot to Handle
âHits the emotional high notes. Rising romance star Dahl delivers with this sizzling contemporary romance.â
âKirkus Reviews on Close Enough to Touch
âA delightful romance between two people
who struggle to discover their own self-worth.â âRT Book Reviews on Bad Boys Do
âThis is one hot romance.â
âRT Book Reviews on Good Girls Donât
âA hot and funny story about a woman
many of us can relate to.â âSalon.com on Crazy for Love
â[A] hands-down winner, a sensual story
filled with memorable characters.â âBooklist on Start Me Up
âSassy and smokingly sexy,
Talk Me Down is one delicious joyride of a book.â âNew York Times bestselling author Connie Brockway
âSparkling, special and oh so sexyâVictoria Dahl
is a special treat!â âNew York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips on Talk Me Down
This book is for Jif,
who tries very hard to keep me almost sane.
CHAPTER ONE
RAIN SNAKED DOWN the windshield of his F-150 in lazy rivers as Walker Pearce waited for the stoplight to turn green. Jackson Town Square was deserted, but the light waited for nonexistent tourists to make their way across the street. He hit the windshield wipers, wishing they could wipe the phantom trace of her fingers from his skin, as well. The cab of the truck still smelled like her perfume.
Ignoring the rain, he cracked his window, then pulled forward when the light turned.
It wasnât that he hated her. It was just that heâd thought sheâd really wanted to talk when sheâd called. But, of course, that wasnât what Nicole had wanted from him. It never was.
He knew his scruples werenât exactly sound. Heâd kissed her, yes. In fact, they wouldâve had sex one night if they hadnât gotten spooked by a near interruption. So no, he couldnât pretend that he was above such things, exactly. But somehow, messing around with the ranch ownerâs wife had felt less wrong when it had been...happenstance. An unexpected moment alone in the tack room. An accidental meeting after a summer party. He hadnât meant it. Neither had she. Or so heâd told himself.
But now that he was no longer working at the Fletcher Guest Ranch, Nicole couldnât leave it to chance. Sheâd called and asked him to meet her by Old Warm Springs. It was important, sheâd said. Sheâd needed to see him. Heâd liked that. Feeling important to a woman like her. But heâd mistaken the word.
Walker scrubbed a hand over his mouth, thinking heâd have to shave his beard if the smell of her skin wouldnât wash off.
He hadnât had sex with her this time, either, despite the way sheâd climbed onto his lap and pressed herself against him. He wasnât sure why he was so determined to protect her marriage. She didnât seem to care all that much. Before heâd gotten fired from the ranch, Walker had told her they couldnât do it because he worked for her husband, because theyâd be doing it under the manâs roof, because heâd be fired if they got caught. But those things didnât matter now, so why did he feel even less tempted?
Maybe sheâd just picked the wrong meeting spot. The springs had reminded him of junior high, and swimming with girls whoâd made his head spin with fascinated lust when sex had seemed unattainable and dangerously romantic.
Sex was no longer unattainable and there was nothing romantic about the danger with Nicole. She just made him sad. And he was worried that everyone at the ranch suspected. Heâd been fired for yet another paperwork screwup, but being fired over paperwork wasnât one of the most common stories told around a campfire. It had been an excuse. Walker had known that and so had his manager. Walker had no idea if that meant Nicoleâs husband knew, or if it was a matter of rumors just becoming too much for management to ignore.