‘My-oh-my, do they make things hot in Wayback or what? This isn’t my first journey to the Texas town, and you can guarantee after reading the newest story, Obsessed By Wildfire, it won’t be my last.’
Reviewed by Fern at Long and Short Reviews
I enjoyed getting reacquainted with the townsfolk of Wayback and meeting these latest interesting people. I recommend that you read this book. You’ll be glad you did. Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio
The sight of the Yankee looming over her, his muscular forearms crossed across his broad chest, his jaw working, set Isobel back a step. She couldn’t see his eyes through his sunglasses, but she knew they were probably the same stormy blue she remembered from last night, challenging her.
“What do you want?”
“I have a few words to say to you.”
“Then say em’.”
“You’re really full of yourself, lady. If you’ll recall, I told you two things last night. First, I’m here on important business. And second, if you want more of what went on between us then you’re going to have to find me.”
“Then why did you call me?”
“I didn’t.”
Her eyes darted toward the restaurant behind him. A blue gingham curtain dropped back into place. Heat crawled up her neck. Damn. Just as she’d feared. The biggest gossips in the whole damn town were watching and talking about what happened between her and Warner last night at the Blue Bug and what was going on between them now. Mentally she scratched Chicky’s name from her hit list and substituted Ray-Ray’s.
“When I called for the cab a man answered. I guess he was the dispatcher or owner. I didn’t know you worked for the cab company. I thought you worked for—”
Warner’s lips sealed and he shifted his stance.
“You thought I worked for who?”
“I thought you had something to do with horses and the rodeo.”
“I do. I’m a barrel racer, and I am the cab company.”
“Oh. I see. Well, if you don’t feel comfortable servicing me, I guess I can go back inside and ask one of the locals for a ride. Maybe that Ray-Ray guy.”
She knew he used the word servicing to needle her. She’d be damn if he was going to get her riled in front of the whole damn town. “No. Mr. Keyson, I have no problem servicing you. Let’s go.”
