Courting The Cowboy Boss

Courting The Cowboy Boss
Janice Maynard

“I suppose being spoiled by a man is nice,” Mellie said.

She held Case’s probing stare. “But most women I know want to take care of themselves.”

For the first time, she saw a shadow of cynicism on his face.

Mellie stood abruptly, feeling out of her depth and alarmingly sympathetic toward the man who’d been born and reared with every possible advantage. “I really do have to get busy.”

Case unfolded that long, lean body and joined her at the dishwasher, his hands brushing hers as he put his plate alongside her cup. “Is your boss such a slave driver?” he muttered.

They were almost in an embrace, the counter at her back and one big, contrary cowboy planted in front of her. “I’m the boss, Case. And I don’t need to be spoiled. If I want to fly to Paris this weekend, I’ll buy my own damned ticket.”

His gaze settled on her lips. For one heart-thumping second she knew he was going to kiss her. “You just told me I’m not your boss. We’re here as equals, Mellie. So I guess whatever happens, happens.”

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Courting the Cowboy Boss is part of the Texas Cattleman’s Club: Lies and Lullabies series—Baby secrets and a scheming sheikh rock Royal, Texas!

Courting the Cowboy Boss

Janice Maynard

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

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USA TODAY bestselling author JANICE MAYNARD knew she loved books and writing by the time she was eight years old. But it took multiple rejections and many years of trying before she sold her first three novels. After teaching kindergarten and second grade for a number of years, Janice turned in her lesson plan book and began writing full-time. Since then she has sold over thirty-five books and novellas. Janice lives in east Tennessee with her husband, Charles. They love hiking, traveling and spending time with family.

Hearing from readers is one of the best perks of the job! You can connect with Janice at twitter.com/janicemaynard (http://www.twitter.com/janicemaynard), facebook.com/janicemaynardreaderpage (http://www.facebook.com/janicemaynardreaderpage), wattpad.com/user/janicemaynard (http://www.wattpad.com/user/janicemaynard) and instagram.com/janicemaynard (http://www.instagram.com/janicemaynard).

For Jamie and Daniel, who have made Texas their home … we miss you in Tennessee!

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“To our new president!”

Three of the four men at the table lifted their glasses in a semicongratulatory toast. Case Baxter, the object of their wry tribute, shook his head and grinned. “Thanks, guys. You’re all heart.”

Mac McCallum finished off the last bite of his Angus burger and wiped his mouth with a linen napkin. “Seriously, man. What were you thinking? You’re like all the rest of us...up to your ears in work. Adding president of the Texas Cattleman’s Club to your résumé means more headaches.”

Mac was CEO of McCallum Energy...and understood as much as anybody that success was a double-edged sword. Even so, with his big laugh and extrovert ways, he always seemed laid-back and easygoing.

Though the formal dining room at the Texas Cattleman’s Club was an elegant venue, the majority of the diners were men like Mac and Case. Tough, honed by physical labor, perpetually tanned by the hot Texas sun. And wealthy...wealthy enough to think they had the world on a string.

Case shrugged. “I know what you’re saying. And you’re right. But when the committee asked to put my name on the ballot, I could hear my great-grandfather cheering from the grave. It’s an honor. And a privilege.”

His companions hooted with laughter. Jeff Hartley wiped his eyes. “Of course it is. No denying that. But unless you have some magic formula for adding an extra eight or ten hours to every day, I’m not exactly sure how you’re going to manage.” Jeff owned and operated the Hartley Cattle Ranch. He knew more than a little about hard work and long days.

Case had an ominous feeling in his gut that said his buddies were right. The truth was, though, Case’s family had lived in Royal for generations. They believed in tradition, honor and service. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to say no to the nomination. Then again, he hadn’t expected to be elected. The other two candidates were older and, as far as Case was concerned, more suited for the position.