The Cowboy Says I Do (Tying the Knot in Texas, Band 1) - Softcover

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Dylann Crush is the USA Today bestselling author of the Tying the Knot in Texas series, as well as All-American Cowboy and Cowboy Christmas Jubilee. A romantic at heart, she loves her heroines spunky and her heroes super sexy. When she's not dreaming up steamy story lines, she can be found sipping a margarita, and searching for the best Tex-Mex food in Minnesota. Although she grew up in Texas, she currently lives in a suburb of Minneapolis/St. Paul with her unflappable husband, three energetic kids, a clumsy Great Dane, a rescue mutt, and a very chill cat. She loves to connect with readers, other authors, and fans of tequila. You can find her at dylanncrush.com.

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one

"I do."

Lacey Cherish blinked multiple times, trying to see through the obnoxious fake eyelashes her assistant had talked her into wearing at the last minute. Her fingers fiddled with the microphone in front of her as she silently willed the reporter from the television station in Houston to give it a rest. Not even forty-eight hours into her term as the newly appointed mayor of the little town of Idont, Texas, and she already had a full-blown crisis on her hands.

The reporter didn't back down. Instead, she got up from the metal folding chair, causing the legs to scrape across the linoleum. Lacey squinted as she fought the urge to cover her ears. Her upper and lower eyelashes tangled together and she struggled to peer through the dark lines barring her vision.

"Let me rephrase that." The reporter cocked a hip while she consulted her notebook. "You expect us to believe you're going to find a way to put a positive spin on this?"

Lacey inhaled a deep breath through her nose in an attempt to buy some time and answer with what might sound like a well-thought-out response. The problem was, she was winging this. No one had been more shocked than she was to find out the biggest business in town, Phillips Stationery and Imports, had closed their doors. The company had made their headquarters in Idont for over a hundred years, starting as a printing press then moving into manufacturing, and importing all kinds of novelties from overseas.

"I'm sure Mayor Cherish will have more to say as the situation unfolds." Leave it to Deputy Sheriff Bodie Phillips to bully everyone back into line. He was part of the problem. Granted, he wasn't the ogre who decided to shut down the warehouse, but he did share DNA with the two men in charge.

"I'll have a statement to the press by the end of the week," Lacey promised.

Her assistant stepped to the microphone as Lacey moved away. "Thanks, everyone, for coming. As Mayor Cherish said, she'll be prepared to address the closing by the end of the day on Friday."

"You okay?" Bodie appeared at her side. He angled his broad chest like a wall, as if trying to protect her from the prying eyes of the people who'd turned out for the press conference at city hall. All six of them.

"Yes. No thanks to you." She summoned her best scowl, ready to chastise him for interfering in her business. It didn't matter that much when they were kids, but he needed to see her in a different light now. She was the mayor, after all, not the same scrawny, bucktoothed little girl who used to follow him everywhere.

"I'm just as surprised as you." The look in his eyes proved he was telling the truth. She'd never seen that particular mixture of anger and frustration, and she was pretty sure she'd been exposed to all of his moods. "Dad didn't say a word to me about this and I spent the holidays over at their place, surrounded by the family."

"Well, you and your dad aren't exactly bosom buddies, now, are you?" She gathered her purse and shrugged on her jacket before heading down the hall to the back door of the building.

Bodie followed, taking one step to every three of hers. Damn heels. She would have been much more comfortable in a pair of ropers, but her new assistant never would have let her step in front of a microphone without looking the part of mayor. Which was precisely what Lacey paid her to do.

"Hey, you can't punish me for something my dad and my pops decided to do." Bodie stopped in front of her, his muscular frame blocking the door, his head nearly touching the low ceiling.

Lacey clamped a hand to her hip, ready for a throwdown. "I'm not trying to punish you. I just don't understand how all of a sudden, after a century in business, they decided they can't make a go of it anymore. And breaking the news right after the holidays?"

Bodie shrugged. "I don't know, Sweets."

"Stop calling me that. I'm the mayor now." She pursed her lips. Why couldn't he take her seriously? She'd figured the childhood nickname would have disappeared, along with her aggravating attraction to the man who'd been her big brother's best friend all her life. But here she was, back in Idont where nothing had changed, especially the way her traitorous body reacted to Bodie Phillips.

"Aw, come on, Lacey. You'll always be Sweets to me." He grinned, dazzling her with his million-dollar smile. Well, maybe not million-dollar, but she'd been there when he had to go through braces twice, so it had to be worth at least five or six grand.

She resisted the pull of his charm. He'd always been able to tease her back into a good mood when hers had gone sour. But this was different. The only reason she'd run for mayor was because her dad had been forced out of office after a particularly embarrassing public incident. In which he drove a golf cart into a pond. A stolen golf cart. While drunk.

His stunt earned him his third DWI and twenty-four months of house arrest. During her tenure as mayor, she hoped she could polish off the tarnished family name and turn the tide of public opinion about the Cherish family. That, and she couldn't find a real job. Evidently a degree in communications wasn't worth much more than the paper her diploma was printed on.

"What am I going to do, Bodie?" She shook her head, her gaze drawn to a section of chipped linoleum on the floor. The whole town seemed to be falling apart.

"Maybe it's time to consider merging with Swynton."

Lacey jerked her head up, causing one of her fake eyelashes to flop up and down. "Please tell me you didn't just suggest we wave good-bye to our roots and hand our town over to that obnoxious man." She tried to reattach the line of lashes against her eyelid.

Bodie didn't bother to suppress his smile. "Come on, Lacey. You've got to admit, their economy could run circles around ours. I know you don't care for Buck, but he's doing something right over there."

She pressed her lips together. The only thing Mayor Buck Little was doing was turning the once-semicharming town of Swynton into a hot pocket of cheap housing and seedy businesses. "Have you seen how many building permits they've issued in the past three months? If he had it his way, we'd end up with empty strip malls and low-rent apartment buildings all over town."

"At least that would create jobs and give people some affordable housing options." Bodie leaned against the wall. "My family's business was our biggest employer."

"I know." Lacey gritted her teeth, wishing with all her heart she had someone to talk to about this. Someone who might be able to offer a realistic option, not just confirm everything she already knew about what a sorry situation they were in. "I need to think."

Bodie pushed open the door leading to the back parking lot and swept his arm forward, gesturing for her to go first. "You want to grab lunch over at the diner and talk?"

"I can't now. I'm late for my shift at the Burger Bonanza." She jammed her sunglasses on her face, crushing them against the stupid lashes as she brushed past him through the door into the sunny, but chilly, February day.

"When are you going to quit that job, Lacey Jane? The mayor shouldn't be flipping burgers and mixing milk shakes."

She turned, jabbing a finger into Bodie's chest. "I'll do what I have to do to pay the bills." She jabbed harder. "And I'll do what I have to do to keep this town afloat."

Despite her effort, the concrete plane of...