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Cowboy in the Making (Harlequin American Romance, 1516, Band 1516) - Softcover

Benson, Julie

 
9780373755370: Cowboy in the Making (Harlequin American Romance, 1516, Band 1516)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373755376 ISBN 13: 9780373755370
Verlag: Harlequin American Romance, 2014

Inhaltsangabe

A Little Bit Country… 

Emma Donovan ran off to Nashville when she was young and full of dreams. Now she's back home in Colorado with a little more common sense. And that sense is telling her not to count on Jamie Westland. He won't be around long—not with his big-time career in New York City. 

Jamie's never felt at home, not with his adopted family, not with himself. Now, on his grandfather's ranch, the pieces of his life are coming together in a way that feels right. And Emma has so much to do with it. But when an opportunity comes along back in New York, he has to decide between his old life and the promise of a new one…with Emma. 

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Avid daydreamer Julie Benson always loved creating stories. A sociology degree from the University of Texas at Dallas and three boys later, she actively pursued a writing career to challenge her mind and save her sanity. Now she writes full time in Dallas, where she lives with her husband, their three sons, two lovable black dogs and various other creatures. While her house is never quiet. It is full of heroes.

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"I heard the bad news about the Philharmonic letting you go. How're you doing?"

James Westland's hand tightened around his cell phone as he tried to shove aside his growing irritation at his friend Connor's comment. What he wouldn't give for a call from a charity asking for a donation or a wrong number. He'd even be thrilled with an obscene call. Anything but a call from another friend or relative asking how he was holding up.

How the hell did everyone expect him to be when his career was becoming a distant spec in his rearview mirror? Of course he was pissed. At first he'd tried drowning his anger in a bottle of Jameson, but all that did was leave him with a bad hangover. Now he'd reached the not-sure-what-the-hell-to-do stage.

"I'm fine. I'm assessing my options." He almost laughed. Right. You've got so many of those to choose from.

Unlike his siblings, Jamie had never excelled in school. He'd studied twice as hard to earn low B's and C's. For their paltry efforts, his sisters had scored straight A's. One now possessed an MBA and the other a degree in engineering. Education that offered them more options, while he'd put all his career eggs into the music basket, leaving him little to fall back on now.

"My sister teaches at a private school in Manhattan," Connor said. "I could see if she knows of anyone who's looking for a music teacher."

"Sure," he said mainly out of ingrained politeness and because he couldn't afford to rule out any ideas at this point.

How could a simple Sunday morning bike ride have ended up turning his life upside down? He still had trouble letting go of the what-ifs.

What if I'd slept in? What if the guy in the parked car had been as concerned about the world around him as his coffee? Would he have opened the door and knocked me to the ground? What if I hadn't tried to break my fall? Would I have hurt my hand so bad?

"I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't play the cello anymore," Connor said, breaking through Jamie's thoughts.

There it was. The barely veiled invitation to spill his guts and say how angry he was or how he was falling apart. If anyone else hinted he was concerned he'd do something stupid like jump off the Brooklyn Bridge, he might throw his phone off said bridge.

His left hand cramped and he switched his phone to his right, staring at the offending appendage as if it should look different. How many people would be thrilled to have the mobility he possessed, and yet for him, it wasn't enough. "It's taking some adjusting to, but I'm managing."

"Maybe you should get away. Take some time to clear your head."

Or at least get away before the well-intentioned people in his life drove him insane. He considered visiting his parents in Philadelphia, but tossed the idea aside. While he loved them, they were planners. They analyzed a situation, determined the risks and probability of success for each option and then acted. That's what they'd want to do with this situation—provide him with a feasibility study. He couldn't take the in-person seminar right now. The phone version had been bad enough.

A picture of his grandfather's small ranch in the Rocky Mountains flashed in Jamie's mind. A simple two-story house straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting with a big old-fashioned porch with rocking chairs perfect for thinking. Going to Colorado was what he needed. There he could clear his head and sort things out.

Mick would understand what he was going through because he'd experienced the same uncertainty when he'd returned from Vietnam after shrapnel from a land mine had torn up his right leg, arm and hand, ending his own musical career. While he'd understand, Mick wouldn't pry. Nor would anyone else in Estes Park, because very few of the town's eight thousand residents knew more about him than that he was Mick's grandson.

Except Emma, but then, last he'd heard she was living in Nashville.

"Jamie, you still there?" Connor asked. "I wish there was something I could do."

Out of patience now that he had a plan, Jamie thanked his friend for checking about the teaching possibilities, ended the conversation and called Mick. When the old man answered, Jamie said, "Mind if I come for a visit?"

"The door's always open to you."

"Great. I'll be on a plane tomorrow."

"You know I'm not one to ask a lot of nosy questions, and tell me if I'm outta line doing it now. It won't hurt my feelings none, but I hear something in your voice so I gotta ask. Is something wrong?"

Unlike when others asked, Mick's question didn't irritate Jamie. "When you got hurt and couldn't perform, did everyone keep asking what you were going to do with your life?"

"Your hand didn't heal right," Mick said in a matter-of-fact voice.

"The doctor says everything looks fine, but when I play my hand doesn't work like it used to. My fingers get knotted up. The dexterity and flexibility just isn't there." Jamie explained how music he'd once played without conscious effort now proved difficult. To the untrained ear he might not sound too bad, but unless things changed, he wouldn't be returning to the Philharmonic anytime soon. "The doctor says there's a chance my hand will get better. He says strengthening may be all it needs."

Keep telling yourself that so you can hang on to the hope that your career isn't over.

"Nothing will do that better than good old-fashioned hard work around the ranch and the restaurant, and I've got plenty to do at both places. In fact, I could use a bartender."

"Making mixed drinks is an art form nowadays. That's out of my league."

Mick laughed. "Maybe in New York City, but most folks that come into my place aren't big on fancy mixed drinks. They order a beer on tap or in a bottle. Other than that it's pouring whiskey or making margaritas for the ladies. I can show you how to do that."

"I think I can handle that."

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow. Let me know when your flight gets in. I'll pick you up at the airport."

Jamie thought about telling Mick he'd rent a car, but right now he'd rather avoid the expense. He had some money in savings, but only enough to last a couple of months. Considering his uncertain future, best to be frugal.

"For what it's worth, I know what you're going through, and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy," Mick said. "It really knocked my feet out from under me for a while."

That's right where Jamie was. Flat on his back trying to figure out what to do once he found the energy to stand again.

"People didn't realize playing and singing were a part of me," Mick continued. "When I lost that, it was like a part of me died, and I had to grieve. Until I did, I couldn't move on. Most people didn't get that. They wanted to help, but their concern most times made it worse."

"Concern I can take. It's the pity that's pissing me off."

"Don't let this get you down, son. I know it seems bad now, but an unexpected blessing can find its way into situations like this."

Jamie shook his head. If there was something good in the midst of this mess, fate was doing a damned good job hiding the fact.

Emma Donovan stared at Molly, the fiddle player in her band, Maroon Peak Pass, standing in the doorway of her office at the Estes Park animal...

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Verlag
Harlequin American Romance
Erscheinungsdatum
2014
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373755376
ISBN 13 
9780373755370
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Anzahl der Seiten
224
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