Do You Take This (Faux) Fiancée?
Rust Creek Ramblings
All the single ladies in Rust Creek Falls know Travis Dalton. And they all know the sexy, rascally rancher is not the marrying kind. So how is it that our townâs most notorious bachelor has wound up engaged on a Western reality TV show?
We here at the Gazette are pleased The Great Roundup has chosen our hometown heartbreaker as a contestant. And we are definitely rooting for Travisâs unexpected union with childhood friend Brenna OâReilly, the one girl we believe can keep this cowboy on his toes. But is it true this betrothal is strictly a fabrication for the cameras? Pass the popcorn, dear readers. We suspect this made-for-TV romance could be headed straight for a Hollywood happy ending!
âWeâre not giving up now,â Brenna said. âDonât even think it.â
âBut are youâ¦?â
âWe are doing this.â Her eyes had stars in them. âAnd we are taking home the prize.â
âBrennaâ¦â She smelled of flowers and fresh-cut grass. Travis really wanted to kiss her.
âDo it,â she whispered, clearly reading his mind. âWe need to do it. How can we pretend that weâre headed for forever when youâve never even put your lips on mine?â
Was she right? Did he really need to kiss her to make their fake relationship seem real? All he could think was that heâd never kissed herâand he had to kiss her.
He lowered his head a fraction closer and she surged up.
His mouth touched hers.
With a sigh, she let go of his shirtfront. Her hands slid up to clasp the back of his neck. âTravisâ¦â She stroked his nape with her soft fingers as she whispered his name, kissing it onto his lips.
So good. So right. She tasted of honey, of ripe summer fruitâpeaches and blackberries, watermelon. Cherries. She tasted of promises, sweet hopes and big dreams. She tasted of home.
Someone yelled, âKiss her, cowboy!â
Neither Travis nor Brenna paid their hecklers any mind. The brims of their hats collided. His fell and then hers. Neither of them cared.
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Chapter One
It was a warm day for March. And everyone in Beeâs Beauty Parlor that afternoon had gathered at the wide front windows to watch as Travis Dalton rode his favorite bay gelding down Broomtail Road.
The guy was every cowgirlâs fantasy in a snug Western shirt, butt-hugging jeans, Tony Lama Boots and a black hat. One of those film school graduates from the little theater in nearby Kalispell, a video camera stuck to his face, walked backward ahead of him, recording his every move. Travis talked and gestured broadly as he went.
âMy, my, my.â Bee smoothed her brassy blond hair, though it didnât need it. Even in a high wind, Beeâs hair never moved. âTravis does have one fine seat on a horse.â
There were soft, low sounds of agreement and appreciation from the women at the windowâand then, out of nowhere, Travis tossed his hat in the air and flipped to a handstand right there on that horse in the middle of the street.
The women applauded. There was more than one outright cry of delight.
Only Brenna OâReilly stood still and silent. She had her arms wrapped around her middle to keep from clapping, and sheâd firmly tucked her lips between her teeth in order not to let out a single sound.
Because no way was Brenna sighing over Travis Dalton. Yes, he was one hot cowboy, with that almost-black hair and those dangerous blue eyes, that hard, lean body and that grin that could make a girlâs lady parts spontaneously combust.
And it wasnât only his looks that worked for her. Sometimes an adventurous woman needed a hero on hand. Travis had come to her rescue more than once in her life.
But heâd always made a big deal about how he was too old for herâand okay, maybe heâd had a point, back when she was six and he was fourteen. But now that sheâd reached the grown-up age of twenty-six, what did eight years even matter?
Never mind. Not going to happen, Brenna reminded herself for the ten thousandth time. And no matter what people in town might say, she was not and never had been in love with the man.
Right now, today, she was simply appreciating the view, which was spectacular.
Beside her, Dovey Jukes actually let out a moan and made a big show of fanning herself. âIs it just me, or is it really hot in here?â