Page 56 of A Cowboy Takes A Chance

Presley couldn’t understand why he left. Glancing around, she saw the banner and had a feeling Jaxon thought it was for her and that’s why he’d left. He was probably thinkingthe party was for her for accepting the new job. Had he been here to ask her to come back? Why else would he come all this way? She had to find him and tell him the banner was for Brenda. She quickly made her way through the crowd to her bedroom and blocked out the party. Someone knocked on her bedroom door, she cautiously opened it to see Denise standing there, and she ushered her in.

“I have to leave. Can you take care of the party?”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to find Jaxon. He came here for me and then he left. I have to find him.”

“Jaxon was here? Why?” Denise sat on the bed.

“He came here for some reason. I have to find him.”

“Pres, listen. How do you propose to do that? In a city the size of Idaho Falls, you won’t. Wait until tomorrow to see if he comes back.”

Presley shook her head. “He won’t. He told…some woman…he was going back to where he wasn’t out of place. That’s his ranch. I’ll get a flight out tomorrow and go to him. If I’m making a mistake, he can tell me so but he came here for a reason, and I’m hoping the reason is he loves me and wants me to go back with him.”

“You’d leave here to live on a ranch in Montana?” Denise asked in a shocked voice.

Presley looked her in the eye. “In a heartbeat. I love him, Denise.”

Denise grinned. “I’ll drive you to the airport tomorrow. Let’s get you packed, call the airlines, and then enjoy the rest of the party.”

Presley hugged her. “Thank you. I have to go to him.”

“I know you do, hon. I completely understand, especially since I know how hot that man is.”

Presley laughed. “When I saw him two years ago, I knew he was the one for me. I can’t let him get away now.”

“Good girl.” Denise pulled a suitcase from the closet while Presley called the airlines then they rejoined the party.

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Jaxon moved the hay with the rake in a stall in the barn. More rain was moving in, and he was glad he didn’t have any activities to deal with today. Two days had passed since he made a fool of himself traveling all the way to Idaho Falls in the hope of convincing Presley to return to Montana with him. She had her life there and had worked hard for it. When he’d returned to the airport without her, he was sure his heart was breaking. Jaxon grunted as he stabbed thehay with the pitchfork. His damn hip was throbbing today with the moisture in the air.

“Are you mad at the hay, Jax?”

Spinning around, he saw Roark standing in the doorway.

“No.”

Roark chuckled. “You are a man of few words.”

Jaxon leaned the pitchfork against the wall, pulled his handkerchief from his back pocket, and wiped his face. “What are you doing here, Roark?”

“Priscilla and I were passing by and she wanted to stop in to see Willa.”

Jaxon nodded. “They’ve become good friends.”

Roark stepped into the stall and leaned back against the wall.

“Yeah, so what’s going on with you?”

“Going on with me?”

“Dev said you were going to Idaho Falls to bring Presley back.”

“Well, he got part of it right. I went to Idaho Falls.”

“She didn’t come back with you?”

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