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Copyright © 2021 by Carolyn Brown

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Contents

Front Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Excerpt from Secrets in the Sand

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

About the Author

Chapter 1

Becca scolded herself for leaving the door open.

Now Dalton’s pesky dog had snuck into the watermelon wine shed. If he scratched off a hair and it landed in one of the containers of juice, she intended to strangle the shaggy critter and hang him out on the barbed-wire fence to show all the other ugly mutts in southern Oklahoma what happens when a dog hair got into her wine.

She crammed the air lock down on the bottle, wiped the outside, and hurried over to the door. “Get out of here!” she yelled as she pointed outside. Austin had trusted her with the wine shed for a whole week, and she was not going to let her boss and best friend down.

Tuff rolled over on his back and looked up at her with big, brown eyes. “I said, go!” She stomped her foot, but the dog just wagged his tail. “Who names a raggedy-ass mutt, Tuff, anyway?” She grabbed a broom, and his tail flipped back and forth so fast that it was a blur.

“He ain’t afraid of a broom.” Dalton’s deep Texas drawl startled her. “I use one just like that to scratch his tummy out in the barn, and he’s named after Tuff Hydeman who is a world champion professional bull rider.” He gave a shrill whistle and Tuff jumped up from the floor and stood at attention. “Come on, boy. We won’t stay where we’re not wanted.”

“Shaggy from the old Scooby-Doo shows fits him better,” Becca said.

“Now, you’re just hurting the poor little fella’s feelings,” Dalton said. “Don’t pay no attention to what she says, Tuff. She don’t know jack squat about a good rodeo dog like you.”

Becca popped her hands on her hips. “I’ve been to rodeos, and I grew up on a ranch. Don’t tell me that I don’t know nothing about cattle dogs.”

Dalton Wilson’s confidence oozed out of him, but then there wasn’t a woman in the whole universe who wouldn’t jump at the chance to walk down the aisle with him. Sweet Lord, the cowboy looked like sex on a stick.

Dalton flashed a brilliant smile that softened his square jaw. “You should never judge a book by its cover.” He gave another shrill whistle and Tuff pranced toward the door, head and tail held high as if he was marching up to the judge’s stand to receive the biggest trophy in a prestigious dog show.

In Becca’s opinion, he was still as ugly as sin on Sunday morning.

Together, Dalton and Tuff strutted out of the shed. One sexy cowboy that Becca was determined not to let get under her skin or in her heart, and a wiry dog that shared DNA with steel wool.

“Dammit!” Becca swore under her breath. “I’ve probably joined all the women in the universe in admiring him, but the difference is that I’m stronger than they are, and I can damn well fight off his charms.”

Becca McKay lived up to her Irish heritage with her flaming-red hair and mossy-green eyes. She loved Irish coffee and Irish food and had a little of the Irish accent, just like her daddy who’d been born in County Cork. When it came to music and the southern accent in her voice, she was her mama’s daughter, and she was country through and through.

Becca had covered songs by Tanya Tucker, Reba McIntire, Dolly Parton, and a whole host of other female country artists from the time she could hold a microphone at county fairs, family reunions, or anywhere anyone would let her sing. With stars in her eyes, she’d gone to Nashville right out of high school, intent on making a career as a country music recording artist. By Christmas, she figured she would have a contract, and all the folks back home in Ringgold, Texas, would be listening to her sing on the radio.

Yeah, right.

At Christmas, she was working for one of the dinner theaters in the evenings and singing on street corners just to make rent for the one-bedroom apartment she shared with four other girls. Ten years later, she was working at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge as a bartender at night, in a winery during the day, and living in the same walk-up