Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(27)

A right to know. She scowled.


“Any contests going on so’s you can add to your trophy collection?”


“Nah. One trophy doesn’t a collection make, Cash. Unlike you guys always chasing after that next shiny buckle and payout, I’ll quit while I’m ahead.”


“Good plan. So, you wanna take a spin on the dance floor? I promise I don’t do none of that fancy footwork like you see at powwows.”


Playfully, she tugged his braid. “Sure.”


Cash was an excellent dancer and they laughed and two-stepped through four fast songs. Needing to catch her breath, Channing led him off the dance floor and he disappeared to answer his cell phone.


She rested against a wooden pillar and observed the action on the dance floor. One couple in matching Western shirts had to be in their eighties. She wondered how long they’d been together. If they had a big family, a ton of grandkids and great-grandkids. Or maybe they’d been high school sweethearts and after spending their lives married to other people they’d found each other again.


A scratchy male voice said, “You wanna dance?”


Channing didn’t turn around. “No. But thank you for asking.”


“Why not?”


The boozy breath got a whole lot closer.


“I just don’t.” Take a hint, buddy.


“Think you’re too good for me? You can dance with that dirty injun, but not with me?”


Don’t rise to his taunts. Just ignore him.


A gummy hand circled her upper arm and jerked her sideways.


Channing tried to pull away but didn’t have much leverage against his strength. Too bad she didn’t have her trophy, she could just clock him a good one.


“Maybe we oughta have our own private party. Outside. I got a big quad cab. The seats are plenty soft.”


She fought the rising panic. There were lots of people in here.


Someone would notice this beast strong-arming her out the door, wouldn’t they? Surely, Cash would be back soon. Channing forced herself to look at the * harassing her, rather than cowering.


The guy’s smile was as greasy as his hair. His eyes were as hard and mean as his grip. “Maybe I oughtn’t ask. Maybe I oughta just take what I want.” His grimy, crooked finger slid down the center of her body, between her breasts to her belly button. “I think you’d like that.”


She shuddered with revulsion.


“Or maybe you oughta get your goddamn hand offa her before I rip it clean off your body.”


The greasy guy tipped his head back and glared at Colby from beneath the rim of his filthy baseball cap. “I saw her first. Find your own bunny, sheep boy.”


“Get your f*cking hand off her right now. I ain’t askin’, I’m tellin’ you and I won’t say it again.”


Recognizing the menace in Colby’s tone, the man’s hand dropped like a rock. “Have at her. We’ll see how damn tough you are when her injun boyfriend comes back and gut stabs you.” He sneered and staggered away.


Channing launched herself at Colby, hiding her face in the warm curve of his neck.


“Hey, now, darlin’, what’s this? You okay?”


She shook her head.


He sucked in a harsh breath. “Where did that slimy f*cker touch you? I’ll kill him.”


Again she shook her head.


He cupped her face in his hands and tilted her face toward his. “What then?”


“Oh God, I’m so glad you’re here. It was stupid of me to come by myself but I was bored and lonely and hungry and you were mad at me and I know I’m supposed to be a tough and independent woman—”


Instantly, Colby’s mouth covered hers. His kiss was a mixture of comfort and sweetness and protection. When he broke away, Channing felt tears pooling in her eyes.


“I’m sorry for today. I just don’t know what I’m doing half the time.


I’m just not a very good cowgirl. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”


“Ssh. We’ll figure it out. Come on. Let me hold you until you calm down some.” He maneuvered her onto the dance floor, twined her body around his to his liking and they swayed to the strains of “Love Can Build a Bridge”.


“Better?” he murmured.


“Much. Thank you.”


“No problem. I’m sorry about today too, shug.”


She nodded and snuggled closer.


When the song ended he whispered, “Am I gonna have to kick someone else’s ass tonight?”


“No, why?”


“Mr. Grabby said something about your injun boyfriend.”


“Oh. He meant Cash. He was hanging out with me for awhile.”


“Remind me to buy him a beer to thank him for lookin’ out for my best girl.”


Channing slanted back and studied Colby’s face, hidden in the shadow of his cowboy hat and the dimness of the bar. “Am I really your best girl, Colby?”


“Goddamn right you are. You’re my only girl.”