The Cowboy And The Ceo. Christine Wenger
bit back a smile at the spa reference. She now knew that it was a hot tub on a deck somewhere. “Don’t worry about the spa. And, Emily, I’m sorry, but I’m only staying for a couple of days.”
As he listened to the women chatting, an idea struck Clint—one that guaranteed him more time with Susan. Clint snapped his fingers. “Susan, why don’t you take over the class. You’ll be great. The kids will love you. Stay the week.”
Emily smiled. “Oh, Susan, that would be wonderful! I don’t think the classes would take up too much of your time. Just Monday through Friday—two hour-long classes a day.”
Susan’s mouth went dry, and she felt an uncomfortable lump in her stomach. She had to convince Emily that she wasn’t staying for an entire week. That she’d planned on leaving the day after tomorrow.
“I don’t know if I’d be that great with the kids,” Susan finally said.
“Sure you would.” Clint winked at her. “And I really love your company’s motto—For Those Who Try Their Best.” He raised an eyebrow, pointing to the logo on her shirt. He gave her the thumbs-up sign.
Oh, he was sneaky! She could see through him like cheap gauze. He had thrown her own motto back at her.
“Oh…Emily. Okay. I’ll do it,” she heard herself say. “For the whole week.”
“You are a darling!” Emily gathered her into another big hug. “Thank you so much.”
Thanks to Clint and his cute dimple and turquoise eyes, she’d just volunteered. To be a teacher. She didn’t know how to teach. She didn’t know anything about arts and crafts. She’d made a key chain out of braided boondoggle once, if that counted.
Emily walked to the door. “I’ll rearrange my schedule to give us some time to plan. Are you also willing to chaperone on the overnight campout and trail ride, too? If not, I understand. I’m already taking too much advantage of you.”
She looked at Clint. “I-I’ll do it.”
What was she doing? The words were just coming out of her mouth. Maybe she was just overtired. She’d never acted like this.
“Susan, do you know how to ride?” Emily asked.
“Not really, but I took some lessons when I was twelve.”
“Clint will refresh your memory. All of our horses are very gentle. And I promise that classes will only be for an hour or two each day. That’ll leave you plenty of time for yourself.”
Emily put an arm around Susan. “I can’t thank you enough for volunteering. Now, you get some sleep. You’ve had a long day, and Clint will be here early to take you to breakfast at the dining hall and give you a riding lesson. Good night—to both of you.”
With a wave, Emily was gone from the cabin.
Susan headed for the couch and sat down. She’d never backed down on a promise, and she didn’t intend to start now.
Clint sat opposite her on the coffee table. “That was a really nice thing you did, volunteering to help Mrs. D.”
“I think you were the one who volunteered me, Clint Scully. My volunteering would have made more sense if I knew something about arts and crafts and riding.” She smiled to take some of the sting out of her voice.
“I believe you’ll be a wonderful teacher.” He stood and tweaked his hat.
She just loved it when he did that. And how could she be mad at him when his eyes sparkled like that?
She’d be mad enough later when she thought about it. Mad at herself. Clint had outwitted her, and it had been a long time since she’d had the rug pulled out from under her.
Maybe she really did want to stay.
Chapter Three
How could she even think such a thing?
Stay here? She’d been counting on doing business, with a relaxing spa weekend on the side—not playing teacher at a kids’ camp. But here she was—trapped. And it was her own fault for volunteering.
“Susan, I’ll help you with your classes anytime. Day or night,” Clint said.
Now, that was a loaded statement. Clint was a flirt, and she was very rusty in the flirting department.
Standing, she walked to the door. Clint got the message and sauntered over to her. “I’ll be sure to call on you if I need you,” Susan said, then waited a few beats. “Day or night.”
He grinned. Tweaked his hat. “See you in the morning.”
She could hear the thud of his boots as he walked onto the porch and down the stairs. She locked the door behind him, then sat down on the couch.
She had to think of something besides Clint. The cowboy was getting under her skin, making her stomach flutter and her heart do little flips in her chest. For heaven’s sake, she was a businesswoman, not a freshman in high school.
Don’t think about him. Think about your class.
She’d just promised Emily that she’d teach arts and crafts, but she didn’t have a clue as to how to begin. Or even how to relate to the campers.
She’d never been a child herself.
But she never broke her word, not where kids were concerned. She’d been just about to tell Emily that she was only good at writing checks, when the “I’ll do it” had come rocketing out of her mouth—not once, but twice.
So she’d try to make her arts and crafts program a success. She would develop it like a business project with a workable plan, realistic goals; set some milestones and plot it all out.
With that decided, she walked over to the refrigerator, suddenly dying for a hearty gulp of leftover Chardonnay.
Her reflection in the window caught her by surprise. It was so dark outside. No streetlights, no marquees, no car lights or skyscrapers lit for night. No TV. No radio. Just darkness and silence. With this kind of peace and quiet, she’d die of boredom within fifteen minutes.
Unless she had a certain cowboy to amuse her.
Reaching in her purse, she took out her cell phone to call Bev at home and check on things at Winners Wear, but then she remembered the time difference. Bev was probably fast asleep. Checking her cell, she saw there was still no signal. With a sigh, she tossed the cell phone back into her purse.
She paced. She sipped some wine. She paced some more. Sipped. Paced. Sipped. Paced. Sipped.
Finally, she decided that she should try to get some sleep. Maybe in the light of day, she’d find her lost mind.
She checked to make sure the door was locked, then for a little extra security, she pushed a heavy chair against the door. She missed her myriad locks, dead bolts and chains.
Back in the bedroom, she changed into a pair of sweatpants and a long white T-shirt, and eyed the puffy comforter on the bed. Slipping inside the covers, she sighed as the delicious warmth enfolded her. The bed was perfect. Now for some sleep.
She turned the light off and couldn’t believe how dark and quiet it actually was.
There was no glare from the streetlights. No angry blare of car horns or revving motors. No shouting.
How did people live like this?
Staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide open, she tried to will herself to sleep, but Clint Scully kept intruding on her thoughts.
Cowboy. Handsome. Turquoise eyes. Boots. Sideways smile. Little dimple on the side of his mouth. Excellent butt.
She smiled and snuggled deeper into the bed when she heard a fluttering noise and felt the slightest breeze against her face.
“What?”
She