Denim & Diamonds . . . part 2
When we last left Elizabeth, she had wrecked her car in a rainstorm . . .
The knock on her window startled her. For a
moment there, she had thought she was dreaming. She
looked out and saw the perfect man. She was sure she had
seen him in a cigarette ad once upon a time. But then
again, she vaguely seemed to remember that he had died.
“Ma’am! Ma’am! Are you okay?” The cowboy
shouted over a clap of thunder.
She nodded slowly, admiring his strong, angular
face and dark, brooding eyes. She sighed when she realized
he was wearing a black cowboy hat, and a leather duster.
Perfect. The door swung open and suddenly the cowboy
was only inches away. She smiled in what she hoped was
seductive way, and brushed a stray tendril of hair out of her
face.
“Hi.” Her voice sounded hollow.
“Hi, yourself. Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice
was deep and warm, a nice contrast to the cold, blowing
rain. Frown lines creased his tanned forehead. She didn’t
know cowboys were still around, rescuing damsels in
distress. A giggle escaped at the thought that she was a
damsel in distress.
“I had an accident,” she answered.
“I see that. What happened?” the cowboy asked.
His eyes were roaming over her. Maybe checking
her out, maybe looking for blood. She shrugged.
“An animal ran in front of me and I swerved. I
guess I’m in a ditch. My car’s stuck.” Beth smiled and took
a shaky breath. He didn’t smell at all like cigarettes. He
smelled good. It sort of reminded her of fresh grass.
“Don’t you know you should never swerve to miss
an animal? It’s dangerous.” He reached in and took her
gently by the arm, to help her out of the car. She thought
that being so close to him was pretty dangerous, too. Her
experience with men was limited to city types, mostly
accountants and lawyers. No cowboys that she could recall.
He helped her up to his truck, both of them slipping
and sliding up the rain-slicked grass, the rain relentless in
its pursuit of them, and put her in on the passenger side.
She watched as he slipped back down the bank and walked
around her car, leaning down a couple of times to take a
closer look at the damage. It was hard to see his ass
because of the long duster, but she was pretty sure it was
nice. The water pouring down the glass distorted
everything, and it all seemed like a dream. She sighed and
let her head fall back against the rough cloth of the seat.
Her head was starting to throb, and she was so, so tired.
She didn’t hear him open the door, and didn’t feel the truck
start to move.
I hope you're enjoying this little peek into Denim & Diamonds. To read more, you can go here to buy the book.
Thanks for reading,
Elle
The knock on her window startled her. For a
moment there, she had thought she was dreaming. She
looked out and saw the perfect man. She was sure she had
seen him in a cigarette ad once upon a time. But then
again, she vaguely seemed to remember that he had died.
“Ma’am! Ma’am! Are you okay?” The cowboy
shouted over a clap of thunder.
She nodded slowly, admiring his strong, angular
face and dark, brooding eyes. She sighed when she realized
he was wearing a black cowboy hat, and a leather duster.
Perfect. The door swung open and suddenly the cowboy
was only inches away. She smiled in what she hoped was
seductive way, and brushed a stray tendril of hair out of her
face.
“Hi.” Her voice sounded hollow.
“Hi, yourself. Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice
was deep and warm, a nice contrast to the cold, blowing
rain. Frown lines creased his tanned forehead. She didn’t
know cowboys were still around, rescuing damsels in
distress. A giggle escaped at the thought that she was a
damsel in distress.
“I had an accident,” she answered.
“I see that. What happened?” the cowboy asked.
His eyes were roaming over her. Maybe checking
her out, maybe looking for blood. She shrugged.
“An animal ran in front of me and I swerved. I
guess I’m in a ditch. My car’s stuck.” Beth smiled and took
a shaky breath. He didn’t smell at all like cigarettes. He
smelled good. It sort of reminded her of fresh grass.
“Don’t you know you should never swerve to miss
an animal? It’s dangerous.” He reached in and took her
gently by the arm, to help her out of the car. She thought
that being so close to him was pretty dangerous, too. Her
experience with men was limited to city types, mostly
accountants and lawyers. No cowboys that she could recall.
He helped her up to his truck, both of them slipping
and sliding up the rain-slicked grass, the rain relentless in
its pursuit of them, and put her in on the passenger side.
She watched as he slipped back down the bank and walked
around her car, leaning down a couple of times to take a
closer look at the damage. It was hard to see his ass
because of the long duster, but she was pretty sure it was
nice. The water pouring down the glass distorted
everything, and it all seemed like a dream. She sighed and
let her head fall back against the rough cloth of the seat.
Her head was starting to throb, and she was so, so tired.
She didn’t hear him open the door, and didn’t feel the truck
start to move.
I hope you're enjoying this little peek into Denim & Diamonds. To read more, you can go here to buy the book.
Thanks for reading,
Elle
Posted by Elle Robb at 10/28/2009 5:22 PM 
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Tags: elle robb romance missouri ranch denim and diamonds cowboy cowboys horses
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