How to Lasso a Cowboy. Christine Wenger

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