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The Cowboy and the Lady
Marie Ferrarella
MARIE FERRARELLA, a USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award-winning author, has written more than two hundred and fifty books for Mills & Boon, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, www.marieferrarella.com.
To
Stella Bagwell,
who I always channel
when I go to Texas in my mind.
Thank you for your eternal patience,
and most of all, for your friendship.
Contents
“You’re going where?” John Kincannon demanded angrily.
A high school basketball coach, Deborah Winters Kincannon’s husband had just come home to find her shaken and pale as she was terminating a phone call. Her next words to him had obviously taken him by surprise.
From the look on his face, it was rather an unpleasant surprise.
He glared at her. It was supposed to make her back down. But she couldn’t. Not this time. If she did, she had a strong feeling the results would turn out to be fatal, if not now, then soon.
Debi felt almost numb as she replaced the receiver on the kitchen wall phone. Part of her refused to believe that the conversation she had just had was real, that it wasn’t the product of some recurring nightmare she just couldn’t seem to wake up from.
Another part of her knew that this was all too real—and something, frankly, she had been expecting even as she’d been dreading it.
When her husband didn’t seem to absorb what she’d said to him, Debi repeated it. “I’m going down to the police station to bail Ryan out.”
The simple statement—voiced for a second time—infused her husband with pure rage. His complexion actually reddened as he shifted, blocking her path to the front door.
“Oh, no, you’re not,” he declared heatedly. “This is it! I have had it with that kid, Deborah.”
For a second, Debi closed her eyes, digging deep for patience.
