Free Cowboy Underneath It All by Delores Fossen Page A

his small hometown even late on a Wednesday afternoon when there wasn’t much to see.
    But right now there was plenty in the seeing department.
    Kane wished there had been a different scene playing out behind him other than a giggling Violet who hadn’t even noticed him. Wished, too, that he could just leave, but if he did now without finishing his beer, it’d be all over town that he was jealous.
    Of course, the jealousy would get blown to epic proportions, and by the time the gossips were done, it’d be all around town that he had been crying in his beer. No tears, but he was well past the being pissed-off stage.
    Along with maybe being a little hurt.
    He’d always thought of Violet as his. Had always counted on her being there when he came home on leave, and not once had she ever asked to carry their relationship to the next level. She certainly hadn’t mentioned anything about putting a ring on it. Of course, if she had, it might have sent him running.
    The sound of more laughter pulled Kane’s attention back to the mirror. Violet and her pals were in a booth in the back corner of the pub, where they were tossing back pink-colored drinks with green paper umbrellas on them. Violet was wearing a bridal veil that sparkled even in the dim lighting. The veil-wearing was a little early, since according to the bartender, the wedding was still three days away.
    And the groom was none other than Kane’s old high school football buddy, Dax Foreman. Dax was a cowboy, of course.
    It wasn’t hard to find one of those around Spring Hill, since it was basically a town that’d built up around the sprawling McCord Ranch. But what riled every rileable bone in Kane’s body was that Violet had thought this pretty-boy bronco rider was more of a cowboy than Kane was.
    Pretty Boy wasn’t. No one was.
    Kane silently cursed. Yes, he’d been gone for a while, finishing up ten years in the Air Force. And beneath the flight suit he’d worn all those years, he was pure cowboy. Raised on a ranch not far from here. A ranch his parents had sold when Kane had left for the Air Force, but he’d recently rebought it.
    Hell, he wasn’t just a cowboy, he could be a poster model for one.
    He shifted his attention when the front door opened, and a woman hurried in. A brunette in a clingy red dress. The bartender made a sound of appreciation, and Kane could see why. All those curves and long legs. She stopped, no doubt to give her eyes time to adjust to the lack of light, and she glanced at the back of the room before she looked in Kane’s direction.
    Crap.
    It wasn’t a woman. Well, it was, but it was the wrong woman. It was Eliza, Violet’s kid sister.
    When the hell had she gotten curves like that?
    â€œI’ve been looking all over for you,” Eliza greeted. Except it wasn’t much of a greeting. She sounded annoyed or something.
    Since he hadn’t seen her in ages, Kane didn’t think he was the reason for the annoyance. Unless Eliza was miffed because he wasn’t the one marrying her sister.
    â€œI tried to call you, but your old number didn’t work,” she added.
    â€œI had to change providers since the old one didn’t have good service here.” That didn’t explain, though, why Violet hadn’t contacted him because he’d only switched two weeks ago. He was betting she’d been engaged longer than that.
    Volleying glances between him and the booth with the bridal party, Eliza caught onto his arm, practically dragging him off the bar stool. “We have to talk—now,” she said. “I’m so sorry about everything.”
    Kane didn’t put up a fuss about her dragging him, but this was unnecessary. Especially the apology. It wasn’t her fault that her sister was getting married.
    â€œI’ve already heard about Violet,” he assured her.
    Eliza didn’t respond to that other than mumbling the