Cowboy Crushin' (Dalton Boys Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

Dalton boy calling her, popping into the shop and swaggering his way into her thoughts. She’d had enough men for a lifetime.
    Except Witt seemed so genuine and was great with Alex. Even the way he’d cradled the piglet in his arms…
    She stomped all over her hormones and focused on her overflowing shop. As she served a customer, Alex talked Nell’s ear off about the donkey and Witt.
    “Witt Dalton’s a good man. He was raised right, he and all his brothers.”
    Shelby kept an ear on the conversation.
    “I want to be a good man someday.”
    “You will be. Your momma will do right by you.” Nell tweaked Alex’s dimpled chin and gathered her purse.
    “Thank you for staying a few minutes late, Nell,” Shelby said.
    “No trouble. It’s not every day a boy gets to meet a donkey and a cowboy.” Nell winked at her, and Shelby felt heat bloom on her cheeks at mention of the cowboy.
    “See you tomorrow,” Shelby called to Nell’s retreating back.
    “Will we see Witt too? And Kiser? Witt said we can go see him whenever we want,” Alex said.
    “I don’t know where he lives, buddy.”
    “Get on the main highway and head straight west for an hour. Can’t miss the Dalton spread,” Nell offered. “If you drop in, tell Maggie I said hi.”
    Nell left the shop, depositing a whirlwind of hopes in Alex’s head. And leaving Shelby to drown in daydreams of rough, tongue-tangling, apple pie-flavored kisses.
     

Chapter Four
    Kade rapped on Witt’s bedroom door and stuck his head in without waiting for his response. “Grab your old boots. There’s a bonfire just outside town.”
    He looked up from the Classic Farm and Tractor article he was reading. “Who’s going?”
    “Same group of us who used to raise hell at bonfires back in the day.”
    That meant a few guys they’d run with as teenagers were back in town for the weekend. They usually tried to get together a couple times a year, but they’d graduated from pitching in dollars for a keg to bringing their own six-packs of better quality beer.
    Kade came into the room. “You’re going, right?”
    He sighed. After busting his ass all week on the ranch, he’d been looking forward to an early night. But he was also too young to start falling asleep while watching TV like his father.
    He tossed his reading material aside and rolled off the bed. “We riding together?”
    “Uhh.”
    He raised a brow at Kade’s hesitation. “You’re taking someone?”
    “Not exactly.”
    “Then what? You’re a terrible liar, so don’t even think about trying.”
    Since Kade wasn’t wearing his hat, he couldn’t hide his eyes either. “There might be some females going.”
    Witt cocked his head. “If they’re girls from Vixen, they’re underage.” Vixen had two age groups of the opposite sex—school age or old age. Anyone in the middle category was married.
    Or Shelby.
    Shit.
    “I’m not sure. I just heard girls,” Kade said.
    “And thought you’d drive yourself in case you get lucky.”
    “Somethin’ like that.”
    With a grin Witt grabbed his truck keys and pushed Kade out the door. “No problem. I’ll drive myself.” When he got tired of sitting around the fire, listening to bullshit so deep he’d need a ladder to climb out of it, he’d take the four beers left of his six-pack and head home.
    An hour later they were climbing the hill to a flat of land outside Vixen. Flames shot into the sky and dark forms clustered around. Some had brought lawn chairs—testament that they were getting older. No one was willing to sit on a log anymore.
    “Hey, Dalton. Haven’t seen you in a coon’s age,” someone said.
    Three heads snapped up at the sound of their last name—Witt’s, Kade’s…and Beck’s. Witt peered through the darkness at Beck standing with a group of people. Someone shifted and firelight flickered over a woman’s face.
    A beautiful woman who had been haunting the hell out of Witt.
    He started toward them before he knew his own intentions.