Lily's Summer Cowboy
by D'Ann Lindun
Afraid to love, Lily Halderman is determined to never feel despair like when she lost her husband to cancer. Left alone to continue their custom farming business, she struggles to stay afloat, both financially and emotionally. Until Will comes along to help with the farm, impressing her with his hard work ethics, and presenting a danger to her heart because he is just the kind of man she could love.
Will Wainwright is running from the pain of the past. Feeling responsible for the death of fellow soldier—the woman he loved—Will takes a job working for Lily, hoping the dawn-to-dusk labor will help him forget his sorrow. But, Lily’s grit and determination to move forward catches him off guard.
Friendship turns to passion …but can they heal one another?
Will glanced over his shoulder. Lily stood in the barn’s doorway holding a tall glass of iced tea. “Almost done.”
He stood high above her on the tractor tire. She stepped forward and handed him the frosty glass. “I thought you could use this.”
From his vantage point, he could plainly see the swell of her ivory breasts rising above her ribbed tank top. He took the glass, their fingers bumping. A sudden rush of hot blood through his system startled him. The cold drink wasn’t enough to cool him and he crunched a piece of ice with his teeth, letting it slide down his throat.
Lily wrapped her long, elegant fingers around the edge of the tractor, the diamond in her wedding ring glittering in the dusty air. “Show me the part.”
He held out his hand. “Come up here.”
After a second’s hesitation, she put her palm in his and climbed the steps to the cab. Scooting onto the tire so she could look under the hood, he pointed to the new hose. “Right there. See?” The curve of her hip bumped his thigh; the fresh strawberry scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils. He fought to focus on the machinery. “I need to ratchet down the clamp and she’ll be good as new.”
Replacing the hose had been an easy task, but somehow her simple compliment gave Will a rush of pride like he hadn’t experienced in a good long while. He grabbed a screwdriver and tightened the clamp, aware of Lily’s gaze on him as he worked.
He turned her direction. “Done.”
“Thank you,” she said.
A fraction of an inch separated them.
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