Page 9 of A Cowboy's Heart

“I will.”

Willa walked out of the lodge and down the road to head for the cabins. As she passed the barns, she wondered how Rocky was doing.Only one way to find out, Willa.

Turning in that direction, she entered the barn and strolled down the center aisle, stopping to pet several of the horses. Glancing toward the open doors, she saw Jaxon leading riders in. He touched the brim of his straw cowboy hat when he saw her, and she inwardly sighed. He was so good-looking too. She smiled when he got closer.

“Hello, Mr. Callahan.”

After giving her a nod, he turned in his saddle making the leather creak. “All right everyone, you can dismount. The ranch hands will take care of your horses. The rest of your day is free to do what you want.”

“Anything we want?” one of the female riders asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I don’t think you’d be agreeing with me if you knew what I wanted to do, cowboy,” she remarked with a grin.

Nervous laughter filtered through the otherriders as Jaxon turned back around and dismounted from his horse. He looked at Willa and rolled his eyes. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Once he stood beside his horse, he looked at the woman.

“Within reason,” he said smiling.

“Damn,” the woman said laughing.

As Willa watched, everyone dismounted and handed the reins over to the waiting ranch hands before strolling out of the barn chattering about their ride, and she suspected their sexy guide. She turned to see Jaxon tying his horse to a stall gate then began removing the tack.

“How often are the trail rides?” she asked.

“We have an hour ride every morning.”

“I’d love to go on the next one.”

Jaxon turned his head and smiled at her. “You should be here around six any day you want to go, but you will need to sign up for it the previous day. There are also three camping trips, one overnight trip, a two-night trip, and a cattle drive. The brochures tell you all about it.”

“I have to admit I haven’t read them.”

“I got that feeling when you asked how often we had them, Miss Foster.”

“Please, call me Willa.”

“Only if you call me Jaxon.”

“Deal.” She smiled.

“I saw Dev and Mr. Fontaine out back. He looks like he’s doing well.”

“Rocky will give it all he’s got. He’s a very determined man. He’d do all his own stunts if he could, but his agent won’t allow it.”

“I can understand that.”

She watched him lift the saddle off the horse as if it weighed nothing. Tilting her head, she studied him. Not only were they similar in looks and build, but Jaxon and Devin were identical in their mannerisms.

“Who’s the oldest between you and Devin?”

“Me… by four minutes.” Jaxon grinned and set the saddle over the rail of a stall.

Realization dawned. “You’re twins?”

“Yes, ma’am. Fraternal twins.”

“I didn’t know that.”

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