Everything’s bigger in Texas, including the problems.
When Vicky flies into Texas, she immediately falls for the charms of local cowboy, Jack Cassidy. However, her wealthy Dallas cousin, Laura, has other ideas and will do everything she can to steer Vicky away from Jack and into the arms of a rich oilman.
Jack is resigned to living the life of a lonely cowboy whose only female company is his horses—that is, until he meets Vicky. However, Vicky isn’t the only person with a claim on his heart. Jack wasn’t always alone and his ex is about to make a dramatic comeback.
Every cowboy has a past and this cowboy’s past is about to destroy his future.
“Please, call me Vicky,” Laura’s cousin replied. She held up her phone and clicked. There on the screen was a picture of the man opposite them, captured forever for Vicky to look at as much as she pleased, whether Laura liked it or not.
“I don’t know how people behave where you come from in England, Victoria, but here in Dallas, we don’t go around taking pictures of strangers, especially cowboys.” Laura lifted up her iced tea with her perfectly manicured fingers and took a small sip.
“But look at him. It’s such a great image.” Vicky pointed directly at the man standing across the street from the cafe where they had stopped for a drink. He was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a large cowboy hat, which was tilted slightly over his left eye. In his arm he was holding an orange Hermes box tied up with a brown ribbon. “It just seems to sum up Dallas, doesn’t it? A tall, sexy cowboy, holding an expensive, designer box.”
“Victoria, I don’t see what’s so interesting about him. He’s probably just some ranch hand on an errand. I would never have suggested sitting outside, if I thought you were going to take photographs of strange men.” Laura signaled to one of the waiters for the bill.
“I’m sorry, but my friends back home will just love this picture. I had to take it.” Vicky looked up from the image on her phone to the flesh-and-blood version that was waiting on the other side of the road. The cowboy caught her eye and winked at her. Vicky looked at her cousin. She was looking for change in her purse. Vicky looked across the road and winked back. She could feel her cheeks turning scarlet. She wasn’t sure whether it was because she was embarrassed about defying her cousin, or because she had just made a pass at a complete stranger. She would never have done something like that back home in England, so what made her do it here in Dallas?
“I don’t believe it,” Laura said. “It looks like he’s coming over. Drink up. We’re leaving.” Laura stood to go, but it was too late. The cowboy had already crossed the road and was striding towards them.
“Howdy, ma’am,” he said with a long, slow drawl that sounded like molasses pouring from a spoon. He held out his hand to Vicky and she took it firmly in her own. She glanced over at Laura, but Laura kept both her hands tightly clasped around her Prada purse.
“Please excuse us. We were just leaving,” Laura said, looking around for the waiter.
“Well, that’s a real pity. I was going to offer to buy you ladies a drink.” The cowboy smiled at both of them, showing off a set of perfect teeth that shone white against his tanned skin.
“No, thank you,” Laura replied, pulling a twenty dollar bill out of her purse and securing it under the sugar bowl on the cafe table.
“Another time maybe. My name’s Jack, Jack Cassidy. Give me a call next time you’re free.” He pulled out a card from his shirt pocket and handed it to them. Laura shrank back as if he were trying to give her a rattlesnake.
“Thank you, Jack.” Vicky took the card and looked at it. His name, Jack Cassidy, was printed across the middle and there was a phone number in the bottom left-hand corner. It didn’t give much away. “I’m Vicky Baker and this is my cousin, Laura Hanson.”
“We really must be going, Victoria,” Laura said through pursed lips.
“You ain’t from around here, are you, Vicky?” Jack replied, ignoring Laura’s glares.
“No, I’m from Gloucester, in England. I’m just here in Texas for a few weeks visiting my cousin.”
“I’ve never been to England, but they say it’s real pretty. Welcome to Texas, Vicky. Give me a call sometime and I’ll show you the sights. I might even be able to show you a few things that your cousin doesn’t know about.” He gave her another broad wink and tipped his hat.
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