Cowboy Take Me Away (17 page)

Her entire body quaked. She had a strange whooshing in her ears and she thought she might’ve…yelled out his name, with maybe a couple of loud
yes, yes, yeses
.

He released her legs and set her feet on the floor. “Sugar, put your britches back on or I’m afraid we won’t leave this bed the rest of the night.”

She watched him putting on clean clothes, which was almost as sexy as seeing him strip out of his clothes.

“I could use a beer. Come on.” He offered his hand and led her down the hallway and into the kitchen. “Sorry that I forgot to pick up Coke for you.”

“I’ll just have a sip or two of your beer.”

Carson raised his eyebrows. “Didn’t think you drank.”

“I do sometimes.”

He let her have the first drink.

She swallowed the bitter brew. “Thanks.”

“Let me know if you want more.” He took a healthy swig. “What happened today? You seemed a mite melancholy.”

“I was. Just…”
Don’t go whining to him
. “No big deal. Just forget it, okay?”

“Nope. I’ll keep pestering you until you talk.”

Carolyn fought the need to fidget under his probing gaze. “I had a fitting for a bridal party today. Remember that woman you had your arm around that night you were so cold to me? She’s in the wedding. And she said some stuff about you.”

His eyes narrowed. “What’d she say? Because I never did nothin’ with her. Never even kissed her.”

“I believe you. She said the only reason you were with me was because I’m a challenge to you and you’d dump me like you’ve dumped everyone else. In fact, maybe I was too stupid to know I’d already been dumped because she saw you at the bar last night and you weren’t alone.”

“Are you askin’ me if that’s true? Yes, I was at the bar with my brothers, we had a couple of beers and left. That’s it.”

Carolyn placed her hand on his chest. “I wasn’t accusing you. I believe you. I know you like to go out and rip it up. Edie’s comments about you and me started this whole nasty conversation and they were acting like we weren’t a couple.”

“What’d you say about that?”

“Nothing. I overheard them. They didn’t say it directly to me.”

“They’re idiots. We are a couple. Everyone who’s seen us out and about knows we’re a couple.” He tugged on her hair. “As long as you know I’m with you and only with you, then I don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks or says.”

Easy for him to say. Turning a deaf ear to the rumors was harder to do.

He’s a McKay. You’d better get used to dealing with rumors
.

“How about I buy you supper?”

“Someplace quiet?”

“I was thinkin’ more along the lines of the diner in Moorcroft. Show people we are a normal couple out on a date.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I haven’t wanted to share you or our time together, but now I see I’ve gotta show off my beautiful girlfriend.”

“Carson, you don’t have to.”

“I want to. It’s past time I take you out someplace besides a bar.”

Chapter Fourteen

Carson

“You gonna keep beatin’ the shit outta that post? Or maybe we can move on to the next one?”

Carson swiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his glove and let the hammer fall. “Sorry.”

“Whatcha thinkin’ about so hard?” Cal asked.

He didn’t answer. Instead he picked up a shovel.

“It’s her, ain’t it?”

“Yep.”

A moment passed and Cal sighed. “Come on, Carse, what’s goin’ on? I don’t involve myself in your love life, but it’s affecting your workin’ hours so I have a right to know why you’re so damn distracted.”

Carson leaned on the shovel handle and gazed across this new section of grazing land, covered in scrub cedar. How did he say this without sounding like a sap?

Cal said nothing. He just waited.

“I want my ring on her finger. I want everyone to know she’s mine. It’s the first time I ever felt this way and I don’t know what to do.”

“Marry her.”

“Just like that?” He scowled at his brother. “I’m bein’ serious.”

“So am I. Isn’t that what you told me you planned on doin’ the first night you saw her? And the first night you brought her over here? And after you introduced her to us? Or didn’t you mean it?”

Carson struck the ground’s hard crust with the shovel. The clang reverberated up his arm. “I meant it. Didn’t know how much I meant it until I’d gotten to know her and she’s…everything.”

“Still don’t see the problem.”

“Yeah? How about her family will be pissed, maybe pissed enough to permanently cut ties with her if she marries me. How about she’s young. How about we’ve only been together four fucking weeks.”

Cal shrugged. “You said yourself that she seems older than her years. Most people get married young—you’n me are about the only ones in our class that ain’t hitched. Doesn’t matter how long you have or haven’t been together. You’ll have deeper feelings for her if you wait another year to make it official? And not to be a jackass, but there are plenty of families in these parts that wouldn’t want you marryin’ their daughter either, so that family bullshit is another moot point. Quit fightin’ with yourself. Cowboy up and make her your wife or walk away.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” Cal repeated. “You ain’t one for half measures.”

“No lie there.” He rubbed his chin with the back of his hand, deep in thought. “I don’t know how to do this. Do I buy her a ring? Or does she go with me to pick one out?”

“Doesn’t Dad have Mom’s rings?”

“Yeah. But remember he inherited them from his mother. She made Dad promise her jewelry would go to the first girl born into the McKay family.”

“Damn. I’d forgotten about that. You bein’ the first one to get married won’t count.”

“Nope.”

Cal cocked his head. “Any money left over from the bank loan after we bought that section from Harvey Buckholz?”

“Since closing costs were less than we’d estimated…yeah. But I thought I’d use it to make the first payment.”

“Looks like you’ve found a better use for it.” Cal squinted at the sky. “Let’s pack it in for today. It’s hotter than a demon’s cooch out here anyway.”

Carson and Cal ended up driving into Rapid City for an engagement ring. He’d look cheap if he picked one with a little diamond chip. Carolyn was worth more than that. At the last store he found a round stone, the size of the end of a pencil eraser, in a platinum setting, that managed to be simple yet eye-catching.

“So when are you askin’ her?”

“Tonight.” Carson shot him a look. “You can make yourself scarce, right?”

“I suppose I’d better find someplace to live, so the newlyweds can have their privacy.”

“The Buckholz house ain’t in that bad of shape except for the broken windows and the critters that’ve moved in.”

Cal glanced at him sharply. “I thought you wanted that place.”

“It won’t be ready for me’n Caro. So I’ll stay in the trailer and let you have it.”

“We’d better measure them windows and order replacement materials straight away.”

They didn’t speak again until they’d passed by Spearfish. Sometimes they could jaw on all day; other days they’d barely speak two words to each other.

“You plan to ask Carolyn’s dad about marryin’ her?”

“And give him a chance to say no?” Carson shook his head. “After we’re engaged I might ask for his blessing. But I doubt he’ll give it.”

“Does that bother you? Or I guess maybe the real question is do you think it’ll bother her?”

Carson hadn’t considered that. “Shit. I don’t know.” He paused. “I hadn’t thought about how Dad will react either.”

“Good luck with that. I’ll be hidin’ in the barn during that yelling match,” Cal said.

“And to think I was gonna ask you to stand up for me.” He scratched his chin, as if deep in thought. “Charlie is a better bet than Casper for my best man.”

“Piss off. I’ll do it.”

He laughed. “Then if Dad’s an ass about it you better back me up.”

“Don’t I always?”

Since Carolyn’s family was aware they were dating, he could call her at home. Still, he was relieved when she answered the phone and not one of her brothers. “Wests.”

He smiled just at the sound of her voice. He was so gone over this woman. “Hey, sugar.”

“Hey yourself, cowboy.”

And yep, he heard that answering smile in her voice.

“How was your day?”

“Short. Yours?”

“Better than yesterday.”

“Good. What’s goin’ on tonight?”

“Not much. Supper is done. Mom had a rough day so she’s already tucked in for the night. Why?”

“Got time for me?”

He heard her move and in his mind’s eye he saw her twisting the phone cord around her finger. “Always. What did you have in mind?”

“How about if we meet at the Ice Cream Palace.”

“You’ve got such a sweet tooth, cowboy.”

“Mmm-hmm. But you’re about the sweetest thing there is.”

“Smooth, too.”

“Now I’m thinkin’ about what smooth, sweet thing is my favorite to eat.”

“Carson McKay,” she hissed in a whisper.

“What? I was talkin’ about tastin’ your sweet pu…ddin’.”

“You are ornery tonight.”

“Just anxious. How soon can you be there?”

“An hour.”

“See you then. Drive safe.”

Damn case of nerves had him pacing. He stopped and studied the living room and kitchen area of the trailer, wondering what it’d be like having Carolyn living here. No doubt she’d fancy the place up. The kitchen would see more use. He grinned. So would the bedroom.

Imagining them being together all the time, for the rest of their lives didn’t scare him, it seemed…right in ways he’d never had faith in before he’d met her.

For once Carolyn hadn’t arrived before he did. She’d parked in the back of the lot, away from the families with rambunctious kids.

The woman was a ray of sunshine in a dress the color of lemons. When she beamed that glorious smile at him, he almost dropped to one knee and proposed right then.

Not exactly romantic.

He couldn’t help but pick her up and spin her around before he kissed her. Her soft mouth opened beneath his with sweet heat and he didn’t fight the possessive growl that no other man would ever know her kiss.

She gently touched his cheeks. “What?”

He let his mouth drift to her ear. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too. Thank you for last night. You’ve taken me out to eat two nights in a row.”

“Been my pleasure.” She clung to him, which was unusual since they were in public. “Something else goin’ on?”

“Just having a moment.”

“What kind of moment?” Carson tipped her chin up. “Tell me.”

Those beautiful blue eyes locked to his. “I can’t believe I’ve only known you four weeks.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Honestly? Both. Good because I like being with you. If we’re not together then I can’t wait until we are together again.”

“What’s the bad part?”

“I don’t have experience with this so I don’t know if it’s…normal.”

“Normal,” he repeated. “Not sure I follow.”

Fire flashed in her eyes. “Is it normal to be in love so soon? Or am I just reading too much into it because you’re my first—”

“Boyfriend?” he supplied.

“No. My first lover,” she said crossly.

Another growling sound escaped. “First lover? Got news for you sugar, I’m gonna be your
only
goddamned lover. Ever. No man besides me will ever touch you. Understand?”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m sayin’…” Shit. What was he saying? Everything he’d wanted to tell her just vanished. He closed his eyes.

Think. Focus. Throw it out there even if this isn’t the way you wanted to do it.

“Carson?”

His heart thumped. He cleared his throat, trying to dissolve the lump of fear blocking his vocal chords. The instant he stared into her eyes, he calmed. “Marry me, Carolyn West.”

Her mouth fell open.

“I’m not kiddin’ around this time, not that I was when I asked you the first night we met, because I think that’s what led us here. To the real deal.” He brushed soft kisses across her mouth, taking advantage of her shock, thoroughly tasting the velvety pillow of her lips. “Marry me.”

She continued to gape at him.

Jesus. Did he have to hard sell her? “I ain’t rich, but we’re building up our cattle business a little more every year.” He nuzzled her cheek. “I’ll make a good husband to you, I promise.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you want to marry me?”

Carson reclaimed her eyes with his. “Because I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Tears welled and then they spilled free. “For real?”

“For real. Forever.” He swiped the wetness away with his thumbs. “Say yes. Say you’ll be my wife. Say you’ll be mine.”

She whispered, “I’m already yours. So yes. I’ll marry you.”

“Thank God.” He managed to keep his kiss tender, despite the urge to give in to the passion that erupted between them. After several soft, sweet kisses, he murmured, “Give me your left hand,” against her lips.

Carolyn placed her left hand on the side of his face. The simple, loving touch stirred everything inside him.

Carson kissed the inside of her wrist and stepped back. He shoved his hand in the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out the ring. Taking her hand, he slid the platinum circle on her third finger. “If you don’t like it, we can take it back and get you something else.”

“I can’t even see it with your hat blocking my hand.”

“Sorry.”

She raised her hand to eye level. She gasped, her right hand flew to her mouth and the waterworks started again.

How the hell could she even see the damn thing through her tears?

“Sugar? You okay?”

She shook her head yes, then no… And then she started hiccupping which made her cry harder.

He had no experience with this stuff. What was he supposed to do?

Figure it out because you’ll be dealing with this woman’s emotions—good and bad—for the rest of your life.

“C’mere.” Carson wrapped her in his arms and held her until she calmed down.

She stepped back and wiped her face. “I’m probably a mess. I need a tissue. Just a moment.” She rummaged in her purse. She gave him her back as she blew her nose. Then she brushed some sort of powder over her face before she faced him again.

“Better?”

“In shock. Huge surprise, McKay.” She smiled shyly and walked back into his arms.

Carson kissed her forehead. “I’d apologize for popping the question in the parking lot of the damn Ice Cream Palace, but it’s probably a good indication.”

“Of what?”

“Of the fact I ain’t a romantic kinda guy. I’ll try to be that guy. But I ain’t good at that hearts and flowers shit.”

Carolyn laughed. “I guess time will tell, won’t it? I’ll forgive you for not being a romantic if you’ll overlook that I don’t have the faintest idea what it means to be a rancher’s wife.”

His mouth brushed her temple. “You’ll spend a lot of time nekkid in our bed.” His lips traveled, skimming the top of her ear. “I can’t wait to wake up with you every morning and hold you in my arms every night.”

“That was pretty romantic.” She studied her left hand pressed against his chest. “The ring is beautiful.” She bit her lip and that stemmed another round of tears. “Is it something that’s been in your family?”

“Why would you think that?”

Her gaze hooked his. “It’d make sense that you could propose on the spur of the moment if you already had the ring.”

“Like I had it on hand and I was just waitin’ on the right woman to give it to?”

She nodded.

“Wrong. I bought this ring specifically
for
you. Today.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s seriously romantic.”

Carson placed his large hand over her smaller one and traced the stone with his thumb. “So you like it?”

“I love it.” She pecked him on the mouth. “I—” a kiss, “—love—” another kiss, “—you.”

“I love you too.”

She teared up again. “That’s the first time you’ve said that to me.”

His eyebrows rose. “It is? Huh. I thought I’d said it before.”

“It doesn’t count when we’re naked.”

“Sure it does.” He chuckled and kissed her nose. “What’re we doin’ tonight?”

“I’m still in shock. Can we go someplace quiet where we can make plans?”

“You don’t wanna tell your family?”

She shook her head. “It can wait until tomorrow. I don’t want anyone to ruin tonight because it’s ours.”

Happy as he was that she didn’t have rose-colored glasses on when it came to their family situation, it put him on edge knowing big obstacles were in front of them. “I’d offer my place—which will be our place soon enough—but once we’re alone I’m gonna be all over you.”

“How well I know that.” She smirked. “How happy I am about that. Let’s have a sweet treat here while we talk. And if we get through all that…” her lips teased his ear, “…we’ll see about you getting a taste of my sweet pu…dding.”

Damn, he loved this woman.

Later on that night, Carson couldn’t very well say that men didn’t give a shit about wedding planning stuff—even when it was true.