Midnight Ride (24 page)

Read on for an excerpt from Cat Johnson’s next hot cowboy romance,

 

Midnight Wrangler
,

 

available this December.

 

 

 

Rohn had just stepped out of the truck when a woman who looked too familiar to be a stranger caught his attention. He squinted through the midday glare, frowning, until recognition hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest.

A smile bowed Rohn’s lips. It had been a long time, but it was her. Yeah, she had changed a bit. She was older, a bit curvier, but he’d recognize her anywhere. From the blond curls that had tickled his cheek when they’d embraced, to the curve of the hips he’d held on to tight in the bed of his truck where they’d first made love, he knew her. Even twenty-five years later.

In deference to the heat, she wore a tank top that showed enough of her creamy white skin that he could see she was still as fair-skinned as ever. Her shoulders were pink on top, proving that just like when he’d known her, she’d still freckle and burn rather than tan.

Back in the day she would have been wearing cut-off shorts, Daisy Dukes that showed off her legs to such advantage that Rohn had been able to think of nothing else but having her thighs wrapped around him. Today she wore knee-length khaki shorts, but that didn’t stop him from picturing what lush curves were hidden underneath.

Gone were the cowboy boots she used to love to wear every day on the farm, even in the summer. In their place were sandals that let her toes peek out.

She stood with her back to him as she held the door open for an older couple walking out. When they stopped to say thank you, she turned her head enough that he could see her face.

If he hadn’t been 100 percent certain before, he was now. He took a few long strides in her direction. “Can it be? Bonnie?”

She turned at the sound of his voice. When her eyes widened, he knew she recognized him, too. “Uh, yeah. It’s me. I didn’t know you were still in town.”

“Yup. Never left. I own a place not far from here. Cattle ranch.”

“Oh. Nice. Good for you.”

“Bonnie Blue Martin. Back in town. Wow.” It was still a shock. He’d been thinking about her just last week.

She let out a short laugh but it somehow lacked humor. “I haven’t heard anyone call me that since high school.”

“That’s good to hear.” Rohn cocked one brow. “I don’t know how I’d feel about some other guy using the name I used to call my girl.”

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Copyright © 2015 by Cat Johnson

 

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ISBN: 978-1-4201-3621-0

 

First Electronic Edition: May 2015
eISBN-13: 978-1-4201-3622-7
eISBN-10: 1-4201-3622-4