Barbara Dunlop - A Cowboy in Manhattan

Colorado Cattle Barons #2

Dear Reader,

Welcome to the second book of the Colorado Cattle Barons series from Harlequin Desire. With a burly, tough cowboy and an elegant ballerina, shuttling from Colorado cattle country all the way to downtown Manhattan, this story explores the themes of opposites attract and a fish out of water.

In book two of the series, cattleman Reed Terrell experiences a financial windfall following the death of his abusive father. Hes reunited with his beautiful, refined former neighbor Katrina Jacobs, whos battling underhanded elements in the New York City dance world. When Reeds defensive instincts kick in, he finds himself falling in love.

I hope you enjoy A Cowboy in Manhattan. And I hope youll look for Katrinas sister Abigail, along with some of the other residents of Lyndon Valley, Colorado, in future books featuring the Colorado Cattle Barons. Id love to hear from you, so please feel free to drop me a line through my website, barbaradunlop.com.

Barbara Dunlop

As the pickup truck rocked to a halt in front of her familys Colorado cattle-ranch house, Katrina Jacobs started a mental countdown for her return to New York City. In the drivers seat, her brother Travis set the park brake and killed the engine. Katrina pulled up on the silver door handle, releasing the latch and watching the heavy passenger door yawn wide-open. Then she slid gingerly down onto the gravel driveway, catching most of her weight on her right foot to protect her injured left ankle.

A week, she calculated. Two weeks, max. By then she would have done her duty as a daughter and a sibling. Her ankle would be in shape. And she could get back to her ballet company in Manhattan.

Katrina hated Colorado.

Travis retrieved her small suitcase from the truck box. From experience, she knew it would be covered in stubborn grit, just like everything else in Lyndon Valley. She could vacuum it as much as she liked, but the dust would remain.

She wrenched the stiff door shut and started to pick her way across the uneven ground. Shed worn a pair of navy suede Gallean ankle boots, with narrow toes, low heels and kicky little copper chains at the ankles. They topped a pair of skinny black slacks and a shiny silver blouse.

She probably should have gone with sneakers, blue jeans and a cotton shirt, but she couldnt bring herself to traverse both JFK and Denver International looking like a hick. She wasnt often recognized in public, but when she was, people inevitably snapped a picture. Between cell phones and digital cameras, everyone in the world was potential paparazzi.

In his faded blue jeans, soft flannel shirt and scuffed cowboy boots, Travis fell into step beside her. You want to take Mom and Dads room?

No, she responded a little too quickly. Ill bunk with Mandy.

Katrina hadnt lived at home full-time since she was ten years old. That summer, with the support of her rather eccentric aunt, shed enrolled in New Yorks Upper Cavendar Dramatic Arts Academy, a performing-arts boarding school for girls. Maybe it was because shed left home so young, but to this day, she was intimidated by her stern, forceful father. His booming voice made her stomach jump, and she was constantly on edge whenever he was around, worried that hed ask an embarrassing question, mock her career or make note of the fact that she was an all-around inadequate ranch hand.

Her father was away from the ranch right now, having just moved to a rehab center in Houston with a leading-edge stroke recovery program. There he was impressing the staff with his rapid improvement from his recent stroke. Still, the last thing Katrina needed was to be surrounded by his possessions.

He loves you, said Travis, his voice gentle but his confusion evident. We all love you.

And I love you back, she returned breezily, as she took the stairs to the front porch, passing through the door into the cool, dim interior of her childhood home. It was large by ranch house standards, with a big, rather utilitarian entryway. It opened up into a large living room, with banks of bright windows overlooking the river, a redbrick fireplace and enough comfy furniture to hold the family of five children and often guests. The kitchen was spacious and modern, with a giant pantry and a big deck that led down to a rolling lawn. And upstairs, there were six bedrooms, though one had been converted into an office after Katrina had left for good.

She knew love was compulsory. But the truth was, she had nothing in common with the rest of her family. They saw her as some spoiled, fragile princess who couldnt even ride a horse, never mind toss a hay bale or swing an ax straight.

For all that she was a principal dancer in a ballet company that regularly sold out New York Citys Emperors Theater, and that shed made the cover of Dance America and the Paris Arts Review, in Colorado shed never be anything but the girl who couldnt make it as a ranch hand.

Hey there, Kitty-Kat.

Before she could respond to his greeting, her oldest brother, Seth, swooped her up in his strong arms.

Hi, Seth. Her hug was slightly less enthusiastic. She was embarrassed by the childhood nickname her two brothers had bestowed upon her.

He let her go, and she stepped aside with a determined smile on her face. The smile faltered when she caught sight of a third man behind him. A taller, broader man, with penetrating gray eyes, a grim mouth and what she knew would be callused hands that could probably lift a taxi cab right off the asphalt. Though it had been a few years since shed seen him, there was no mistaking their neighbor Reed Terrell.

He gave her the slightest of nods. Katrina.

Reed, she nodded in return, a fuzzy hitch coursing through her chest. It was trepidation, she told herself, a visceral reaction based mostly on his size and strength and overall rugged appearance.

Just then her sister Mandy burst down the stairs. Katrina! she cried, elbowing Seth out of the way and pulling Katrina into her arms.

Katrina hugged her sister tight in return. The next youngest after Katrina, Mandy was the one who had always tried to understand Katrinas passion for dance.

Mandy released her, scanning Katrina from head to toe. You look gorgeous.

Katrina knew it was a compliment. But when her family called her pretty, she couldnt seem to help hearing useless.Pretty didnt get you anywhere in Lyndon Valley.

Thank you, she told her sister, self-consciously smoothing back the wisps of blond hair that had escaped from the twisted knot at the back of her head. Maybe she should have gone with sneakers and blue jeans after all, or perhaps skipped her makeup this morning. She could feel her family sizing her up and finding her frivolous.

You remember Reed? Mandy gestured to the big man standing silently in the background.

Certainly, said Katrina.

Her gaze involuntarily met his again, and a shiver ran through her body, momentarily making her knees go weak. For a woman with a dancers balance, it was a ridiculous reaction. What was the matter with her?

She tried to drag her gaze from his, but for some reason, it stuck like glue.

I cant wait for you to meet Caleb again, Mandy rattled on in an excited voice. You probably dont remember much about him, since he left Lyndon ten years ago.

I know hes Reeds twin brother, said Katrina.

Reeds nostrils seemed to flare when she uttered his name. The men were fraternal twins, not identical. She remembered Caleb as a smaller, less intimidating version of his brother.