The Cowboy's Destiny. Marin Thomas

with those names.”

      “I’ve had plenty experience defending my moniker.” He smiled grimly. “Johnny and his wife live on his father-in-law’s ranch, where he’s the foreman. Earlier this summer Will married the woman he got pregnant in high school and met his fourteen-year-old son for the first time.”

      “She kept their baby a secret from your brother?” Destiny’s shock appeared genuine. “That’s not nice. Your brother had a right to know he was a father.”

      Destiny’s statement made Buck feel all the more guilty that he hadn’t told Will right away about Ryan when he’d found out the truth.

      “But I guess he forgave her and they worked things out if they got married,” Destiny said.

      “They did. I didn’t go to the wedding.”

      “Why not?”

      “It’s complicated,” he said.

      “You said you have a sister?”

      “Dixie. She’s married and had a baby boy named Nathan. She’s a businesswoman like yourself. Runs a gift shop in Yuma and sells soap.”

      “What kind of soap?”

      “Fancy girl stuff. My grandmother’s relatives were soap makers in France, and Dixie uses the family recipes for her homemade suds.”

      “Cool.”

      Buck felt bad talking about his family when Destiny didn’t have one of her own. “Do you keep in touch with Sylvia?”

      “We call each other once in a while and she sends me a keepsake of Simon’s every now and then. This past Christmas she gave me his military flag.”

      “They never had any children of their own?” he asked.

      “No. Are you real close to all your brothers?”

      “I guess.” Then he’d gone and screwed things up with Will, and now they weren’t talking.

      When they arrived in Lizard Gulch, Buck noticed the lights were on in the saloon. “The reception hasn’t died down.”

      “Old people never sleep. They’ll party until they run out of liquor.”

      She backed his Ford into the repair bay like a pro then hopped out and released the lift. While Buck waited inside the garage for her to park the wrecker behind the building, he examined the collection of auto parts stored on a utility shelf. She had three boxes of hoses and it took thirty minutes to swap out a hose. He’d be back on the road in an hour.

      “There’s a chair in the office if you want to wait in there. The TV remote is on the counter.”

      He’d rather watch Destiny change his hose. He went into the office and switched on the TV. After fifteen minutes he lost interest in the home improvement show and returned to the bay. Destiny lay on a creeper beneath his truck. “Almost finished?”

      The clanking sounds stopped, and she rolled into the open then got to her feet. She avoided making eye contact with him. “You’ve got a bigger problem than a ruptured hose.”

      “What are you talking about?”

      “You must have driven over some debris, because the axel is broken.”

      “What?”

      Destiny wiped her hands on a rag. “I don’t have a spare axel. I’ll have to order one.”

      “How long will that take?”

      “A few days. Maybe a week.”

      “I’m stuck here until my truck is fixed?”

      She nodded.

      “Where am I supposed to stay? The Flamingo isn’t even a motel.”

      “Melba has one room she rents to guests.”

      “How much does she charge?”

      “Fifty dollars a night,” Destiny said.

      This was becoming one hell of an expensive breakdown. “I guess I’m staying.”

      “I’ll order the part now.” Destiny went into the office and shut the door.

      Buck dropped onto the creeper and rolled himself beneath the truck. Sure enough. The damn axel hung crooked. He couldn’t remember hitting anything on the road. He examined the break.

      Well...well...well... The axel wasn’t broken, it had been loosened.

      Destiny had stranded Buck in Lizard Gulch on purpose.

      Chapter Three

      “What are you doing under there?” Destiny’s voice echoed through the garage.

      Buck used his feet to move the creeper out from beneath his truck. “I wanted to see the damage.” He studied her face, but her nonchalant expression gave nothing away. She didn’t come across as the kind of girl who’d swindle others, but maybe she was in a bind and needed money.

      “I ordered a new axel. It should get here in three to five days,” she said.

      Kingman was an hour west of Lizard Gulch. She could drive into town tomorrow, buy the part and install it by noon, then he’d be on his way. Buck considered calling her bluff—mostly because he didn’t want her to believe he was a dunce she could easily dupe—but he held his tongue. He wanted to find out what her game was.

      The jilted biker bride with tattoos was a tough cookie, yet whenever she made eye contact with him the vulnerability in her blue gaze tugged at his heart, which confused the hell out of him because she wasn’t his type. He was attracted to the girl-next-door, who in his experience had always been reliable, dedicated and loyal—the exact opposite of his mother, who’d abandoned her children on and off through the years while she chased after her next true love.

      “Not much to do in town while I wait for the truck to get fixed.” He scrambled to his feet.

      “The Lizard Gulch annual pool party at the Flamingo is tomorrow.” She scuffed the toe of her work boot against the cement floor.

      Buck decided to give her one more chance to come clean with him. “Are you sure the axel isn’t just loose?”

      “You’re a cowboy not a mechanic.” Her chin jutted. “I know what I’m doing.”

      He didn’t doubt that for a minute. “I’ll head over to the motel and see about renting a room.” Neither of them moved, and he swore tiny heat waves wiggled in the air between them. His cell phone beeped with a text message, breaking the spell. “See you tomorrow.” He’d look forward to viewing Destiny in a bikini and discovering if she had more tattoos on her sexy little body.

      “Good night.” She went into her office and shut the door behind her.

      Buck left the garage and walked down the street. When he passed Lucille’s Smokehouse, the self-appointed sheriff of Lizard Gulch stepped outside.

      “Hey, Bernie,” Buck said.

      “You get your truck repaired?”

      Buck stopped. Destiny’s Harley still sat parked in front of the bar. “Broken axel.”

      “Sounds expensive.”

      “Destiny had to order a new axel, so I’ll be in town for a few days.” He motioned to the Flamingo. “I was on my way to see about renting a room.”

      “Melba’s in the bar. Wait here.” Bernie disappeared inside then a minute later the motel owner appeared.

      “Bernie said you need a place to stay while your truck’s being fixed.”

      “Destiny said you might have a room to rent.”

      “C’mon.” Melba sashayed across the road, the strands of