Page 32 of A Cowboy's Heart

When he didn’t turn around, she repeated his name. He spun around and smiled at her.

“Hey, I didn’t see you.”

“What are you doing?” She waved him toward her while glancing toward Devin and Jaxon. They hadn’t seen Rocky or her yet.

“I’m going to talk to Dev about Moondancer. Come on.” Rocky wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward the two men.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off Devin. God, he looked so good. Both Devin and Jaxon wore chaps, and from the looks of it, neither man was lacking anywhere. She almost snorted.Must run in the family.

She knew when Devin spotted her because he straightened up and stared at her. Jaxon didn’t budge from his place against the fence rail.

“Good afternoon, Dev. Jaxon,” Rocky said as they reached the men.

“Good afternoon,” Devin and Jaxon said together.

“I wanted to ask you if you’d be interested in selling Moondancer to me.”

Willa saw the immediate look of surprise onboth men’s faces then Devin cleared his throat and glanced at Jaxon then back to Rocky.

“Moondancer isn’t for sale, Rocky. I’m sorry.”

“Everything has a price, Dev.” Rocky grinned.

Devin’s lips flattened. “Not in this case. She’s not for sale.”

“Why do you want to buy her?” Jaxon asked.

“I’m used to her. I hate the thought of going on that movie set and not knowing the horse they’ll have for me.”

“It will be a gentle horse, Rocky,” Willa said.

“I’m sure it will but Devin told me a rider and his horse need to work together. What if the horse they have for me won’t work with me? I’d love to have my own horse. One I could practice on at home too, if I felt the need.”

She glanced at Devin to see him looking at Jaxon, who straightened up from the fence.

“That’s true, Rocky but as Devin said, Moondancer isn’t for sale. No matter what the price. She was born here on Bur Oak ranch, and it’s where she’ll die,” Jaxon said.

“But—”

Devin held up his hand. “No buts on that subject, but I do know where you could buy a gentle horse. Since we have three more weeks, I can get you used to one you can buy.”

“Really? Great. Show me the horse.”

“We’ll need to go to our cousin’s house. Reid’s wife raises and sells Paints.”

“Paints?” Rocky frowned at them.

Willa tried to bite back a smile. “A Paint is a breed of horse, Rocky. Beautiful horses. Like Devin’s Picasso.” She nearly laughed when Devinand Jaxon’s eyebrows shot up at her knowledge. She shrugged. “I love horses and know my breeds.”

“Impressive,” Devin murmured then looked at Rocky. “I can take you there now if you’d like.”

“I’d love it. Can Willa come along?”

“If she wants.”

She lifted her chin. “I’d love to.”

Devin turned to Jaxon. “Help me with the trailer?”

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