The Cowbear's Mail Order Bride (Curvy Bear Ranch 6) Read Online Free PDF

tourists who flock to town in the winter.”
    He flashed a dazzling smile. All of the Grant brothers shared the same sexy lips—kissable lips. The kind that could make a woman do something completely foolish, like fantasize about kissing them. She forced herself to look away.
    “You don’t have to do this,” she said.
    “Do what?”
    “Take me out. I know your family talked you into it.”
    “Trust me, they can’t pressure me into doing anything I don’t want to do,” he said.
    “At breakfast, you seemed… reluctant.”
    “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up,” he said. “I’m not interested in a relationship. I know Madison led you to believe that I was ready to get married, but that’s so far from the truth that it’s not even funny.”
    “I understand what happened. Trust me, I don’t have any delusions about falling in love at first sight. I’ll admit, I did like the man Madison pretended to be, but now that I know he’s not real, I’m over it.”
    “I’m surprised you’re taking it so well,” he said.
    “When you get past a certain age, you learn to roll with the punches.”
    “You can’t be that old.”
    “Thirty-two,” she said.
    “Okay maybe you are old.” He cracked a smile.
    “Ugh!” She moved close enough to playfully punch his shoulder. “How old are you, Mr. Spring Chicken?”
    “I’m just a young’un. Thirty-one.”
    “One year younger.”
    “In dog years, I’d be seven years younger,” he said.
    “Good thing we’re not dogs. At least I’m not one. You maybe…”
    He threw his head back and laughed.
    “Okay, I can see you’re going to be a fun trail companion. Have you ridden before?” he asked.
    “A few times.”
    “Okay. I got Hanna out for you. She’s an American Quarter Horse. Super easy to ride. She shouldn’t give you any problems today,” he said.
    She followed him to an open space in the barn. Two horses stood next to each other. One turned its head to look at her with large, brown eyes. Silky, chestnut-colored hair covered its body, but its mane and tail were as black as midnight.
    The other horse reared up and snorted as Drew approached. Its jet-black hair fell in a shaggy mop over its face. At least a foot taller than the other horse, it looked like something out of a nightmare.
    “Please tell me I’m not riding that one,” she said.
    “No. Killer’s all mine.”
    “You named him Killer ? Way to give the poor thing a complex,” she said.
    “If you’d seen what we went through breaking him in, you’d agree that his name fits him perfectly,” Drew said.
    “I’ll take your word for it.”
    “Do you need help up?” he asked.
    “I think I can manage,” she said.
    She hadn’t ridden in years. As she eyed the height of the saddle, her conviction wavered. Had the saddle seemed that high in the past? Oh, well, it was now or never.
    She hooked a foot in the stirrup and pulled up while swinging her leg over the horse’s flank. But before she could steady herself, the horse took a step to one side, throwing her off balance. She fell backward a foot before Drew’s strong hands grabbed her butt. He pushed her into the saddle.
    “Almost made it,” he said.
    “Thanks. I almost face-planted that one.”
    “It happens,” he said. “She’s usually not skittish, but she can sense a nervous rider.”
    “I’m not nervous,” she said. To prove her statement, she sat up taller and looped the reins through her fingers. “See, I’m fine.”
    His mouth twitched as if he wanted to say something, but he held back. Unlike her, he hopped onto Killer like a seasoned pro. Well, he was a cowboy, so obviously he could probably ride circles around her.
    “Ready?” he asked. “We’ll take it slow for the first few minutes, then pick it up.”
    “Where are we going?”
    “The back pasture,” he said. “We’ve spent a good portion of the winter mending the fences. I just want to make sure everything still looks good.”
    “Sounds like