Free The Discreet Cowboy (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 6) by Rhonda Lee Carver

lady so we can be on our way.”
    “Well, Nunya…,” Tom said, sending saliva shooting out of his mouth. He wobbled closer. “the lady and I were having a conversation.”
    “No we weren’t,” she said.
    “I was about to give the sweetheart my number.” He leaned a hand against the pole of the awning as if to support himself.
    “And again, no.” Felicia couldn’t believe the balls this man had—or rather that he didn’t have.
    “The lady said no. Take it to heart and get on back inside the bar. Sounds like they’re playing your song, Achy Breaky Heart .”
    Tom squinted. “Who do you think you are, boy? Trying to tell me what to do. Why don’t you take your crippled ass inside, buy yourself another drink and let me and Miss Purty get back to business.”
    Dade’s jaw tightened and Felicia saw the change in his expression, but he still appeared fairly calm and in control.
    “Ignore the man. Let’s go,” Felicia said.
    “Hey, don’t turn your back on me,” Tom mumbled.
    “Fuck off, asshole.” She shook her head.
    “An asshole? You fucking, bitch! I have half a mind to…”
    “You don’t even have half a mind left, so don’t throw around any threats.” She laughed. “And here’s some free advice. Stop giving sneak peaks of the goods. It’s only an embarrassment.”
    “I’ll show you—”
    The drunken man reached out, but Dade was quicker. He smacked ol’ Suave hard in the shin with his cane. Tom hinged forward, clinging to the pole like it was a lifeline. “You fucking bastard. I’ll get you for this.” He clutched his calf, balancing on one leg.
    “Come on, let’s go.” Dade motioned for Felicia to go ahead of him, which she quickly moved into the rain, feeling the wetness seeping through her clothing and into her bra and panties.
    She heard a thumping sound and turned just in time to see Tom rushing toward Dade who had his back turned. The cane slipped and went flying while Dade’s injured leg slid on the wet pavement. Tom’s fist landed in Dade’s jaw, sending him onto his back into a puddle. Felicia rushed to his side and a chuckling Tom was already slithering back, rubbing his fist in both pleasure and pain. He disappeared inside of the bar.
    “Are you okay?” She helped Dade sit up.
    He rubbed his jaw and sighed. “No, I hate soaked boxers. There’s nothing worse than a wet ass twice in one night.”

CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
     
    DADE RUBBED HIS sore jaw as he leaned against the cold cement wall of the hotel. At least he had enough awning to keep from getting wet from the pouring down rain, not that it mattered because he was already soaked to the bone. The only thing dry were his toes, thanks to a good pair of boots. Puddles had already formed in the parking lot and, along the flowerbeds, a small creek had developed along the building.
    He was in a shitload of trouble. He and Felicia had driven toward Nirvana, but once they got to the bridge, as he’d suspected, it was out and no one was crossing tonight.
    Chase was going to kick his ass for keeping Felicia out all night, but taking the truck without letting someone know was just as bad. Just what Dade needed.
    He pulled his cell out of his pocket and checked for service. None. Figures . He moved the phone a few inches to the right and left, hoping to see a bar or two pop on the screen, but he was shit-out-of-luck. They were stranded with no way of letting Chase know.
    Real great.
    He’d probably lose his job before this was all over. His stomach twisted.
    His ego wasn’t doing so great either. He could have kicked Tom’s drunk ass, but the truth was, the bastard had caught him by surprise, causing Dade to lose his balance. It had only been a matter of time before he had gone down, the fist in the jaw was only a bonus for the drunk. “You suck.” Dade slapped the thigh of his left leg that was hurting like hell. Thankfully, Tom hit like a pussy. Nothing was broken or that a few hours couldn’t heal. Come tomorrow,