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Dustin Morgan struggled to get out of a taxi in front of Tom Reed’s ranch house.

He tugged his crutches out of the vehicle and positioned them under his arms while the driver unloaded his duffel bag.

Unfortunately, in the short-go round in Albuquerque, a bucking, whirling, two-thousand-pound Brahma named Cowabunga bucked him off, then stomped on his ankle, crushing it. After surgery, Dustin sported a massive amount of hardware to keep his bones together, along with a heavy cast.

Damn it.

Thanks to Cowabunga, he’d have to skip the usually profitable summer circuit.

After a couple of years of always being a bridesmaid, he’d finally hit number one in the rankings, and now he couldn’t ride. While he sat at home and watched the Professional Bull Riders on TV with his leg up, there’d be several young guns who would jump over him in the standings. But maybe, if everything went as planned, when he got back he could move up again in time for the PBR World Finals in Las Vegas in early November. Fingers crossed.

He paid the taxi driver, turned toward the house and took a hearty breath. He could smell the scent of animals on the air. Damn, how he loved that smell!

He was itching to do something where he could work up a sweat, but his surgeon had told him to take it easy. Dustin couldn’t grasp that concept. There had never been a time when he’d taken it easy.

When he was younger, he entered junior rodeos and rode anything with fur. As a sophomore in high school, he played football and caught rodeos every chance he could. When he turned eighteen, he was able to qualify for the Professional Bull Riders circuit as well as the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association. He rode bulls in the PBR. In the PRCA, he rode broncs.

And he’d managed to avoid serious injury—until now.

Dustin studied the long ranch house and the outbuildings of the Bar R Ranch. Someday, he’d have a spread like this.

He looked at his duffel bag lying on the Arizona dust. Dustin couldn’t believe that he’d agreed to stay at Tom’s place. The only thing that had convinced him to come here was the fact that Tom needed him—and to be honest, he owed Tom big time. Tom had saved his life two years ago by pushing him away from a rogue bull. His friend would always sport scars from being gored.

“I have a favor to ask of you,” Tom had said when he’d visited Dustin in the hospital after his surgery.

Dustin had struggled to stay focused, still a little groggy from the painkillers he’d been given. “Hit me with it.”

“Since you’re going to be laid up for a while, how about heading to my ranch and overseeing the operation? I don’t want you to work, just supervise the foreman and the hands. You’re going to be recuperating anyway—how about doing it at the Bar R?”

“I—I don’t—”

“My sister will be there taking care of Andy for me. And Andy would just love a visit from you. It’s been a long time, Dustin.”

“Jenna?” His eyelids drifted closed for a moment, but Jenna’s image appeared in his mind. In high school lugging a load of books. Studying under the big tree by the school cafeteria while everyone else was having fun. Being elected class president every year for four years. Giving the valedictorian speech at graduation.

He’d always liked her energy, her sense of independence, her willingness to get involved and the fact that she was comfortable being alone and didn’t follow the crowd, like he always had.

Back then, she’d had long blond hair that she usually wore in a ponytail tied with a piece of rawhide and usually pierced by at least one pen and one pencil. That was Jenna, always studying, always writing in a notebook. Her spring-green eyes were magnified by wire-rimmed glasses that rode low on her nose.

He’d spent many a high school class secretly watching her.

He’d wanted to talk to Jenna on numerous occasions—to ask her out—but he’d always thought that she wouldn’t give him the time of day. It wasn’t as if she was a snob—she was very friendly to everyone but him—so he figured that Tom had told her to stay away from him. Tom was very protective of Jenna after the death of his parents, and Dustin had to admit that he’d had many girlfriends. Jenna could see that for herself. But they were just friends—or they were buckle bunnies—and they weren’t Jenna.

So, to get his Jenna fix, Dustin often went to Tom’s house, not only to hang out with Tom, but to catch a glimpse of her, too.

“You’re going to need someone to help you manage,” Tom continued. “With your folks being in Alaska and your apartment on the third floor of a building without elevators, you don’t have much of a choice. You help me, and Jenna will help you.”

There was something wrong with his reasoning, but Dustin couldn’t put his finger on it back at the hospital. If only Tom would leave so he could sleep.

Sleep … blessed sleep. The pain was exhausting him, and he didn’t want to take too many pain pills if he could help himself.

“It’s okay with Jenna,” Tom said. “She’s looking forward to seeing you again.”

That struck Dustin as strange. He doubted if Jenna even remembered him from high school. He hadn’t had a decent conversation with her in years. Matter of fact, the last time he’d talked to Jenna for any length of time was at Andy’s christening ten years ago. He was Andy’s godfather; Jenna was Andy’s godmother.

Now, as he stood at the gate of Tom’s ranch, he remembered the promise he’d made to Tom years ago—a promise he regretted to this day. He’d given his word to Tom that he’d stay away from Jenna. Therefore, his interaction with her was limited to fleeting glances and some short blips of conversation whenever she attended the PBR events.

He might as well be back in high school.

Dustin flung his duffel over his right shoulder and thought of Tom. When you traveled with a man to and from rodeos you got to know him really well. Tom was more than a good friend, he was like a brother, and he didn’t want to betray Tom’s trust.

Dustin had almost told Tom that he wasn’t going to stay at his ranch to recuperate. He didn’t want to be a burden on Jenna or on anyone. He could take care of himself—somehow, someway—but he hadn’t been able to find his voice.

He remembered falling asleep, dreaming of spending the summer with pretty, smart Jenna Reed. In his dream, Jenna didn’t think of him as the class clown, the class jock or as someone who didn’t take advantage of a four-year scholarship to hit the road to ride bulls. She thought of him only as a man.

But this wasn’t a dream. This was reality, and he was about to spend most of the summer with Jenna.

Then again, maybe it was a dream.

“Aunt Jenna?” Andy said sweetly. “Can I go outside now? I want to watch the guys break Maximus.”

Jenna smiled and ran her fingers through her nephew’s sandy hair. His blue eyes were wide with hope. How could math and reading compete with a bucking bronc?

“Do the first seven decimal problems and you can go. We’ll do reading comprehension later.”

She leaned over to Andy and pointed to the problems on page fifteen of his math book. She’d seen progress with Andy during the week that she’d been tutoring him, and she didn’t want to lose the momentum.

She did the breakfast dishes as Andy labored over his workbook.

The doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Jenna said, walking into the living room to get the front door.

She looked through the peephole. Standing on the porch, propped up by a pair of crutches, was none other than Dustin Morgan.

His hair was darker than ever, and his eyes were as blue as the Arizona sky above. If possible, he looked better than he had in high school. Her cheeks heated just looking at him. TV didn’t do him justice.

Jenna could never forget the guy who’d flirted with every girl in high school. That is, everyone but her.

He’d been a star quarterback and the best player on the basketball team in freshman and sophomore years as well as a rodeo champ. He had all the girls drooling over him, including her.

But he never paid her any attention. In fact, she was the only female he seemed to avoid.

And he’d turned down a full scholarship so he could ride with the PBR. Jenna had never been able to understand this.

She swung the door open, and he smiled widely. Her gaze drifted to his crutches, his torn sweatpants and the cast that went from his foot to his knee.

“Hello, Dustin. It’s been a while.” She offered her hand. So far, so good.

He took her hand for several heartbeats and held it before he finally shook it. She could feel the calluses on his palms and fingers.

It was a simple thing, just a handshake, but at his touch, she felt like a giddy schoolgirl again instead of a levelheaded almost-thirty-year-old.

“It’s good to see you again, Jenna.”

He smiled warmly, and she could understand why a gaggle of buckle bunnies always vied for his attention.

“You, too. Although I see you on TV all the time at the bull riding events or … or …” She lost her train of thought for a moment. “But this arrangement is going to be … different.”

Jenna could hear the quiver in her voice, and wondered why seeing Dustin up close and personal was unnerving her.

“I guess you’re stuck with me,” he said.

She pulled her hand away from his. Maybe then she’d relax. “I—I guess I am,” she blurted anxiously. Then, realizing what she said, she tempered her statement. “But you need help, and Tom said that you’re going to oversee the ranch, so that’ll help out. Besides, Andy is over-the-top thrilled that you’re going to be here.”

“It’ll be fun to spend time with the little cowboy,” he said.

She avoided his eyes and stared down at his cast and crutches. “I am sorry that you hurt your ankle. Cowabunga walked all over you.”

He pushed back his cowboy hat with his thumb. “Thanks. It wasn’t my best dismount, but I got lucky. It could have been a lot worse.”

Jenna shuddered. “You did get lucky.”

He shrugged. “You know what they say about bull riding—it’s not when you’ll get hurt, but how bad and how often.”

An awkward pause hung in the air between them. Were they doomed to make innocuous small talk the entire summer?

“Let’s go inside so you can sit down,” she said. “I’ll get your duffel.”

“I can get it,” he said quickly, scooping it up from the ground and then trying to get his crutches over the threshold.

She moved closer. “What can I do to help you?”

“Nothing. I can do it myself.” She heard the edge in his voice.

What was she supposed to do to assist him? He seemed put out that she even offered to help.

They’d better figure out a way to exist in harmony. Didn’t he understand that, for the most part, they’d be living together? She’d have to watch out for him, cook for him, do his laundry and help him get around on those crutches.

Would she have to help him bathe, too?

Her face heated in embarrassment and her heart raced at the thought of seeing Dustin Morgan naked.

Well, she’d wanted adventure and excitement, didn’t she?

The cast was so awkward! It felt like he was lugging around an extra thirty pounds of dead weight. To make things worse, his duffel slipped off his shoulder, slid down his arm and crutch, and hit the floor of the porch.

He struggled to pick up the damn thing.

Jenna offered to help, but there was no way he wanted to impose on her—a woman that he barely knew but had adored from afar since high school. No way.

And there was that damn promise he’d made to Tom niggling at the back of his mind. Was this Tom’s idea of a joke, having Jenna and him live together for several weeks? Or didn’t Tom remember their conversation in the ambulance when Tom had saved Dustin’s life?

Dustin remembered it very clearly.

“Thanks for saving my life, partner. I didn’t see that bull heading for me. I owe you big-time,” Dustin said.

“Forget it. You’d do the same to me. And the only thing you owe me is your promise.”

Dustin held his breath. He knew what was coming.

“My sister. I see you looking at her.” Tom winced in pain. “She’s … not as … experienced as you are. She’s been protected her whole life, first by my parents, then by me. You’re like a brother, but you love the women too much. You’ll hurt her, you know. And you know, you’ll never be around for her, riding the circuit. She deserves someone who’ll be home all the time.”

Dustin looked at Jenna waiting for him to enter the house. He’d rather cut off his riding arm than hurt her, but his friend was right about him never being there for her—not when he was still riding—and he figured he had several good years left in him yet.

So Dustin renewed his promise to stay away from Jenna. But, again, maybe Tom had forgotten about it, or why else would he have asked him to stay at the ranch knowing that Jenna would be there?

As if on cue, Jenna snatched the duffel from him, and held the door open, giving him a wide berth to maneuver inside the living room.

Damn. He hated feeling like an invalid.

He should have holed up in his apartment, done things for himself. But the surgeon who’d operated told him that if he took it easy, he’d heal quicker, and he’d return to the PBR quicker.

That was his goal. He was poised to win the PBR World Finals in Vegas, and that was just what he was going to do. With the money he’d win, he could hang up his spurs and finally settle down on a ranch of his own.

That’s what he’d been saving for all these years on the road. His own spread.

But first, he had to heal, and Tom had convinced him that this was the best place for him. Maybe it was—but being with Jenna 24/7 was a bonus.

“Uncle Dustin! Uncle Dustin!”

Andy came running into the living room of the Santa Fe-style house and stopped two feet from where Dustin had collapsed into a side chair and stretched out his leg.

“Hey, partner! How’ve you been?” He held out his hand, and Andy shook it. “It’s been a long time.”

“I see you on TV all the time, you and my dad. Oh, and J.R., and Skeeter, and Cody and Robson and Adriano and—”

Dustin laughed as Andy named the entire roster of riders. The boy couldn’t be cuter. His eyes were bright blue, his hair sandy and he was probably taller than other kids his age. But ever since his mother had left, the spark had faded a bit from the boy’s eyes.

“I think you’ve gotten taller,” Dustin said.

Andy grinned. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

As Andy read what his father and some of the other riders had written on Dustin’s cast, the cowboy eyed Jenna, who was sitting on the couch opposite him.

She was more beautiful than he remembered, all wholesome and not made up like the buckle bunnies he often met on the circuit. Her blond hair tickled her chin, and turquoise stones dangled from her ears.

He glanced at his duffel. It barely had enough clothes for two days. He’d only packed it for the Albuquerque bull riding, not for a stay in the hospital or for a long stay at Tom’s ranch. Beside it lay his crutches.

“I need to go shopping. All my clothes are in my apartment in Tubac,” he said mostly to himself.

“You live in Tubac? The artist colony?” Jenna asked wide-eyed.

“Yep. That Tubac.” He lived two floors above a shop that sold various types of jewelry, pottery and paintings.

“I’d be glad to drive you to your apartment,” Jenna said.

“I don’t want to impose on you any more.”

Tubac was an hour’s drive from Tucson. Maybe he could pay one of the ranch hands to drive him there and get some of his stuff.

He didn’t tell Jenna that he painted western scenes—riders on bucking bulls and broncs. Cowboys mending fence. The saguaros and mountains around Tubac and Tucson. It had been just for fun at first, but then he’d started selling his work through some of the local craft shops.

“Well, I’d better show you the guest room,” Jenna said, moving to hand him his crutches.

“I can do it.”

Her perfume drifted around him—something light and flowery. It suited her.

“You’re probably hungry, too. How about if I make you a sandwich or something?” Jenna asked.

“I promised Tom that I’d ramrod his ranch while I’m laid up. I’ll try and stay out of your way and not bother you.”

She shook her head. “It’s not a bother, Dustin. I’m happy to help.”

He was sure that she was trying to be polite, but he didn’t intend to be a burden on her, or anyone. That wasn’t his style. He was just here to help Tom while he was on the road, and he could do that on crutches.

And he was going to enjoy Jenna’s company while he was here.

In spite of his injury, one good thing could come of it—he would finally get to know her better. But no matter how much he was still attracted to her, nothing would come of their close proximity—he’d see to that. He’d made a promise to Tom. And Dustin Morgan was a man of his word.

Jenna’s senses were reeling as if she were back in high school. She tried to play it cool, just as she had back then, but her cool probably seemed standoffish.

Later, as she made Andy and Dustin ham-and-cheese sandwiches, she thought of Dustin’s blue eyes—his sexy gaze was more intense than ever. His lips seemed more sensuous and his black hair looked even softer.

But his smile and good nature were what always charmed the high school girls. When he turned on his smile, flashing those whiter-than-white teeth, no female was immune.

Jenna had attended several PBR events through the years, but to see him up-close and personal for the first time in ages made her heart race and her cheeks heat. She hoped that as they spent more time together, she’d get over her high school reaction. After all, her schoolgirl crush on him was over. Wasn’t it?

She was too old for crushes, darn it. She was just admiring a handsome man. That’s all.

At the table, Dustin and Andy were deep in conversation about bull riders and their statistics. Too bad that Andy didn’t pay as much attention to his arithmetic as he did riding percentages.

Jenna smiled as she set the sandwiches down in front of them. “Anyone want anything to drink?”

“Please,” Dustin said.

“Please,” Andy said, and Jenna figured that if Dustin asked for a glass of fish oil, Andy would want the same. Just looking at Andy, she could see that the boy was under the spell of Dustin Morgan.

Well, Jenna Reed was going to fight her attraction. Her thirtieth birthday was right around the corner, for heaven’s sake, and she wasn’t going to fall for one guy. It was time for her to live, to explore and to take risks.

But how was she suppose to do that at Tom’s ranch?

She set glasses of milk in front of Andy and Dustin. Dustin pulled out a chair for her from his sitting position as best he could. She smiled her thanks and sat down next to him, looked straight into his dark blue eyes and took a long breath.

“I prepared the guest room for you. It has its own bathroom and shower. I thought that would be more convenient.” Jenna took a bite of her sandwich, but she was too nervous to eat any more, sitting so close to Dustin and inhaling his musky scent.

“Thank you. I’m dying to take a shower.” He turned to Andy. “But I can’t yet due to this dang cast. I can only take a bath, and I can’t get it wet.”

A picture of Dustin naked flashed into her mind, and her throat went dry. She gulped down some milk.

“Jenna, you haven’t said much,” Dustin said. “We’ve got some catching up to do. What are you doing these days—are you still based in Phoenix?”

He leaned over the table as if prepared to give her his complete attention. That was another trait of Dustin’s that made the females swoon.

“I’ve been teaching fourth grade. In my spare time—which isn’t much—I coach the district’s spelling-bee team and debate team.”

Dustin took a bite of his sandwich. “That sounds like a full load.”

“It keeps me busy,” she said.

“So you’re teaching the same grade that Andy had trouble with. No wonder Tom asked you to help him out.” Dustin ruffled the boy’s hair. “So how are you doing with your math and reading, partner?”

Andy shrugged. “Okay, I guess.”

“He’s doing terrific,” Jenna said, handing Andy his napkin so he’d wipe his mouth. “He’s made a lot of progress already.”

“It’s bor-ring,” Andy said, resting his cheek on his palm. “Totally bor-ring.”

Dustin shrugged. “Well, maybe I could help,”

Andy nodded. “Cool, Uncle Dustin.”

It was very nice of him to volunteer to help Andy, but Jenna was a little put out. She was a teacher, for goodness’ sake—she could manage herself.

She tried to figure out something else to say. “How are your parents, Dustin? Tom told me that they like Alaska.”

“They love it. My father has taken up hunting again, and Mom has a nice circle of friends that she met at church.” He met her gaze. “I still miss your parents, Jenna. Your mom and dad were good to me.”

Jenna closed her eyes. She could still see the accident, although the police and Tom hadn’t let her approach the scene.

Damn that drunk driver.

She blinked back her tears. “There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss them, too.”

Dustin cleared his throat. “Well, if you’ll both excuse me, I think I need to rest a little. It’s been a long trip.”

“I’ll show you to the guest room,” Jenna said.

“I know where it is.”

Of course he did. He visited the ranch often.

“Do you need any help?” she asked.

“No.”

She frowned. “If you don’t need help, then why are you here?”

He raised an eyebrow. “To supervise the ranch operation.”

“You’re also here to rest and heal.”

Obviously, he wasn’t the type to be waited on, but if he refused to let anyone help him, then what was she supposed to do?

Jenna followed Dustin into the hallway that led to his room, so Andy wouldn’t overhear their discussion.

“Dustin?” she whispered.

He turned and raised an eyebrow.

“I can’t understand why you are refusing my help.”

“I’m not refusing. I just need to do things for myself.”

She rolled her eyes. “But you can’t do everything. Admit it.”

“Maybe not, but I sure as hell am going to try.”

“Why?”

“Because I always have, Jenna. I’ve always been self-sufficient. I don’t know how to be anything else. I’ve been on my own since I was eighteen. I’ve had a lot of responsibility. I’ve seen a lot, done a lot and no one has ever held my hand through my injuries.”

She felt a pang of sadness for him, although he didn’t seem sorry for himself at all. He didn’t have a home to return to in between bull riding events, not really. She knew his parents sold their ranch when Dustin graduated from high school and took off, and they continued to travel in a motor home. Dustin remained in the Tucson area. He didn’t have family around. At least she had Tom.

In a way, Dustin had Tom, too.

But still, he needed help, and he was here. So was she.

“I know you want to remain self-sufficient, and I’ll let you do that, as long as you don’t hurt yourself doing so. How’s that?”

He grinned and touched her arm. His hand callused from riding, was warm to the touch.

“It works for me.”

“Good,” Jenna said, nodding. “Have a good rest.”

She returned to the kitchen, and while Andy finished his lunch, Jenna busied herself in the kitchen, thinking of her conversation with Dustin. She washed a handful of dishes and put everything away.

She sighed as remembered that she would have been in Brussels today.

Just as she closed the refrigerator, she heard a crash and a muffled curse.

“Stay here, Andy,” Jenna ordered.

She ran to the guest room, where Dustin was on the floor facedown. Turning his head, he looked up at her, then winced in pain. He was wearing only a pair of white boxers.

“Are you okay?” Jenna knelt down on the floor next to him. She touched his shoulder and ran her hand over his arm. His skin was tanned and warm to her touch, his body tight and muscled. “Anything broken?”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly. “Just feeling foolish. I tripped.”

“Let me help you up, Dustin,” Jenna said. “I don’t see how you can do it alone.”

Dustin shook his head. “Thanks, but there’s no way you can lift me. I’m too heavy. Just get that chair over by the desk and hold it still. I’ll use that as leverage.”

She held the chair in place and watched as Dustin slowly raised himself up from the floor, dragging his cast. She couldn’t help noticing the play of arm, shoulder and back muscles as he pivoted onto the bed, tired.

“Let me cover you up,” she said.

“Thanks,” he said, avoiding her gaze.

“Maybe you’ll let me help you more, Dustin. You could have seriously injured yourself.”

“I’m fine.”

“Blockhead,” she muttered under her breath.

“What’s that?”

“Blanket. I’ll get you a blanket.”

She found a brightly striped serape and covered Dustin with it, averting her eyes from his too-perfect body and noticing the circles under his eyes instead.

“Are you willing to admit now that you need my help?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Nope.”

She shook her head. “You stubborn … um … ah … bull rider.”

“Aww … such praise.” His eyes were half-shuttered, but she could still see the twinkling blue hue. “You’re the best, Jenna. I mean it.”

She’d waited years to hear him say that.

“Close those blue eyes, cowboy. We’ll talk later.”

“Can’t wait to catch up. I want to know what you’ve been doing. I want … to know … all about you.”

He was out. Sleeping. And she was walking on sunshine.

Maybe Dustin wasn’t Mr. Right. But he might be Mr. Right Now.

So what was she going to do about it?