A Cowboy Comes Home

case, he was also right.

Caleb grinned. “You want to catch a ride back to Lyndon?”

Mandy had sworn to herself she wouldn’t wallow in self-pity. She wouldn’t pine away for Caleb, and she wouldn’t let herself get involved any further in the brothers’ conflict. She was going cold turkey.

Abigail was right. It was none of Mandy’s business. They were grown men, and she had to let it go and let them work it out for themselves. Or not.

When it came down to it, Travis was right, too. Getting involved with Caleb had brought her nothing but heartache. What had she been thinking? That she could spend days and nights with a smart, compelling, exciting, successful man, and her heart wouldn’t become involved.

She ran a curry comb over Ryder’s haunch, dragging the dust out of the gelding’s coat.

It was ironic, really. She’d spent the better part of her life giving advice out to people. She could be quite obnoxiously meddlesome at times. But she was always so certain she was right. She harped on people to take her advice, since she usually had some distance from the problem and a better perspective than the person who was in the thick of it. Yet, when people who loved her gave her perfectly reasonable, logical, realistic advice, she blew them off and did it her own way.

It served her right.

And she was now exactly where she deserved to be, losing Reed as her dear friend and neighbor and desperately missing Caleb. Reed had been right. She loved Caleb. She was madly, desperately in love with a man who’d never again give her the time of day.

If she closed her eyes, she could still feel his arms around her.

“Mandy?” his voice was so real, it startled her.

Her eyes flew open, and she blinked in complete astonishment. “Caleb?”

How could he be standing in her barn?

But he was.

She blinked again.

He was.

“Hello, Mandy.” His tone was gentle. He was wearing a pair of worn blue jeans and a soft flannel shirt, looking completely at home as he slowly walked toward her.

She gripped the top rail of the stall with her leather-gloved hand. “What are you doing here?” she managed.

A slow smile grew on his face as he drew closer under the bright, hanging fluorescent lights. “You want to go to Rio?”

She watched his expression closely. “Is that a joke?”

“I’m completely serious.”

“No. I am not going to Rio with you.” She meant what she said. She was completely done with the Terrells.

He came to a halt a few feet away from her. “You said you would.”

“That was before.”

“Before what?”

Before her plan to fix everything had crashed and burned around her ears. Before she’d learned the truth about herself. Before she’d fallen in love with him and opened herself up to a world of hurt.

“Before we fought,” she said instead.

“We didn’t fight.”

She shot him with a look of disbelief.

“Okay,” he agreed. “We fought. And I’m sorry. I know you were just trying to help.”

She shook her head, rubbing her palms across her cheeks and into her hair, trying to erase the memories. “I meddle. I know I meddle. And I’m the one who’s sorry.”

“I forgive you. Now, come to Rio.”

“No.”

“Come to Rio and marry me.”

“N- What? ”

“I thought…” He moved slowly closer, carefully, as if he was afraid to spook her. “I thought we could fly to Rio, get a manicure, have a blender drink and you could marry me.”

There was a roaring inside her brain while she tried to make sense of his words. “Caleb, what are you trying to-”

He reached out and took her hands. “I’m trying to say that I love you, Mandy. And I like it when you meddle. I especially like it when you meddle with me.”

Her heart paused, then thudded forcefully back to life, singing through her chest.

He loved her? He loved her?

Exhilaration burst through her.

She let out an involuntary squeal and launched herself into his arms. He hugged her tight, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around.

“Why? How?” she couldn’t help but ask, voice muffled in the crook of his neck. She didn’t expect this, didn’t deserve this.

“I don’t know why, but how? Mostly I just think about how beautiful you are, how sexy you are, how smart and caring and funny.” He drew back and kissed her mouth. His lips were warm, soft, delicious and tender.

When he finally drew back and lowered her to her feet, she gazed up into his eyes. “I love you, too, Caleb. So very much.”

“So, you’ll come to Rio?”

“You know my family won’t let you marry me in Rio.”

“They can come along. I have a pretty big plane.”

“We have to wait until my dad gets better.”

“Of course we do,” he agreed, kissing her all over again.

He captured both of her hands in his. His blue eyes danced under the lights. “You by any chance interested in a ring?” he asked.

She swallowed, unable to find her voice.

He tapped his shirt pocket, and she made out a telltale square bulge.

Joy flooded her. “You brought a ring to this engagement?”

“I did. A diamond.”

Her lips broke into a grin. “Let’s see it.”

He reached into his pocket and extracted a small, white leather box. “It was Reed’s idea.”

“You talked to Reed?”

“He’s inside with your brothers.”

“Reed is here? ” She couldn’t believe it.

“Any chance we can focus on the ring right now?” Caleb popped open the spring-loaded top.

A beautiful, square-cut diamond solitaire in yellow gold was nestled against deep purple velvet. The sight took her breath away.

He leaned in and spoke in a husky whisper. “Do I know how to do a proposal or what?”

“That’s one gorgeous ring.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.”

“Because we can exchange it if you want.”

“Are you kidding? What else could I possibly want in a ring?”