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The Tremaynes of Texas #3 Read Kindle PreviewHeβs about to take the toughest ride of his life. Will it end in the hardest fall? Excerpt "Who neesds a man? I can do this just fine. Just a little more this way maybeβandβ¦β The shriek came next as the stepladder wobbled. There was a creaking sound, and the stepladder went backward while Laurie Wilkes went forward, her hands grabbing handfuls of empty air as she tried to stop her freefall. The ivy planter she was in the process of trying to balance on the shelf above her head was launched sideways from its precarious perch. Trey Tremayne moved quickly from his stance in the doorway of the general store. His arms shot out on reflex to break the womanβs fall, but his foot encountered the moisture from the overturned ivy at the same time. He did manage to grab the woman around the waist just before he ended up on his backside, his body effectively breaking her fall on the hard wooden flooring. The air went out of his lungs and stars shot across eyelids squeezed shut as sudden βOh no! Iβm so veryβ¦β Laurie began her apology once the shock had worn off enough, trying not to inflict more damage than she already had on the prone male beneath her. She planted her palms on either side of the manβs head, attempting to leverage herself up a bit. Eyes widened in horror as she noted the unmistakable familiar prone figure. βOh no, help, someoneβhelp!β She screamed out the last words while she tried to scramble up, but two strong hands at her waist locked her in place.Β βLady, Iβm not deadβ¦yet.β The deep voice halted her movements in a heartbeat. βAlthough, I may have some serious damage below the belt if you donβt watch what your knee is doing right now. And no need to scream the place down.βΒ βThank heavens, youβre okay.β Laurie breathed in relief just before her eyes widened with some unknown emotion. Then he saw a crimson stain put color in the fair skin of her cheeks as comprehension dawned on her at his words. She immediately stilled as if she were on a tightrope and too afraid to move in either direction. Heβd laugh at the whole scenario if his head wasnβt hurting and his already injured side wasnβt in a slow burn.Β βIβll raise you up, and you can get to your kneesβ carefullyβand then push up from there. Count of three.βΒ It worked and she was on her feet in a flash. βHere, let me help.β She stepped forward, her hand outstretched.Β Seriously? For a moment, Trey considered ignoring it. But his ingrained manners got the best of him. His large palm swallowed hers, and she added her other hand on top and put great effort in helping him off the floor. For a petite female, she did have some power in that grip. Once on his feet, he noted she came just to his shoulder. He liked his women tallerβ¦ and blondβ¦hair long, well-endowed body. It was hard to gauge her hair as it was platted into one long braid and wound around the crown of her head and fastened. It was the color of cinnamon with maybe some streaks of lighter color visible on her forehead. The loose shirt she wore did little to attract attention from the opposite sex. Although when she had landed on him, and he could breathe again, his hands had registered some nice curves on the periphery of his pain.Β Brown-eyed females were normally his favorite but her eyes were a deep blue-green color with some tiny gold flecksβ¦most odd, but in an appealing sort of way. Trey also knew false lashes when he saw them. Hers were definitely the real thing. A dusting of light freckles lay on the bridge of her pert nose. And there was an interesting petite indentation on her chin about the perfect size for a thumb to rest.Β His gaze next landed on the graceful, bow-shaped mouth with its slightly fuller bottom lipβwhich she seemed to have a nervous habit of nipping with her teeth, as she was doing at the moment. A sudden urge shot through him to see if it was as soft as it looked. Hold on. Had he hit his head harder than he thought? Because that sort of thinking came with a huge βDangerβ sign flashing in his brain. He was on a medical sabbatical and that included from women, too.Β βAre you okay? Iβm sorry I fell on you. That ladderβ¦βΒ βShould be thrown out,β he interjected. βItβs old and obviously unstable. What made you climb it? You should have known better.βΒ Those eyes blinked a couple of times and then slowly narrowed on him. Her hands returned to her sidesβ something which he was more aware of than he cared to admit.Β βMy grandfather has used it just fine for years. I didnβt see any harm in continuing its use. As I said, I amβ¦βΒ βAre you serious?!β His eyes werenβt on her; they were glued to the floor.Β Her gaze followed his. Hands flew to her face, and she took a quick couple of steps backward, the sudden intake of her breath loud enough for anyone to hear. The cowboy slowly bent and retrieved the cream Stetson from the floor where she had just been standing directly on its crownβ¦damp soil from the planter being ground in quite well by her sneakers.Β His ability to hold his temper was something Trey was quite proud of as he had matured over the years. However, he was hanging on the edge of maintaining that record just in the space of a handful of minutes since coming upon the female in front of himβfrozen in wide-eyed horror at the battered and no longer pristine hat he held in his hands. βIβm so very sorryβ¦again. Can it be fixed? Iβll replace it.βΒ βIt was brand-new. It was also a gift from my sister.βΒ βI would say the βsβ word again if it would do any good, but it seems I just keep repeating it.β Her voice trailed off. βWas there something I could help you with? You were coming into the store for some reason.βΒ Start Reading THE BRONC RIDER TAKES A FALL Now The Tremaynes of Texas
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