A Cowboy's Temptation

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Seth was beginning to realize he might have underestimated Darby Carroll. It was obviously a bias on his part, one he’d never admit to his sisters or his cousin, but it hadn’t occurred to him that a woman so incredibly gorgeous and sexy would also be so incredibly efficient.

Staring at the glossy anti-railway poster on the bulletin board in the front office of City Hall, he couldn’t help remembering her at the Davelyns’ barn raising. Those eyes had been her most startling feature, wide and deep green, lashes dark. But they were by no means the only thing that made her beautiful. Her skin was creamy smooth. She had a sleek mane of auburn hair that cascaded partway down her back. And her compact body seemed as toned and healthy as they came. She gave the impression of coiled energy, like she might spring to action at any moment.

He reached out and tugged the poster down, gazing at the breadth of her handiwork. It was outrageous and impressive at the same time, encouraging Lyndon citizens to demand a referendum.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to do that,” said Lisa Thompson, arriving at his right shoulder. Lisa was his cousin, advisor and chief of staff.

“It’s my bulletin board,” Seth returned.

“It’s the city’s bulletin board,” she corrected. “And citizens are permitted to post notices for seven days.”

“Not when it’s hate speech.”

She scoffed out a laugh. “It’s perfectly legal to hate the railroad.”

Reluctantly accepting her argument, he handed Lisa the poster. She waggled her finger in an obvious reprimand of his behavior.

“We’ve had a dozen more phone calls on the topic this morning,” she told him as she repegged it to the large corkboard.

“For or against?”

“A mixed bag. Darby Carroll may well get enough signatures for the referendum. You have to admire the woman’s tenacity.”

“Tenacity is not exactly what I’m looking for in a woman.” Seth would hardly call it her best feature.

“Excuse me?” Lisa raised her brows. “Did I detect a note of sexism there?”

“Stand down, cousin,” Seth quickly backpedaled. “I’m not looking for it in a man, either.”

“Do I need to reinstate our gender sensitivity lessons?”

“No. Please, no.” Raised on the range, Seth was hardly the most enlightened of males, but he could be politically correct when it was required.

“I was thinking you’re a lot alike,” Lisa observed.

“Who’s a lot alike?”

“You and Darby Carroll.”

“Excuse me?”

She took a step backward. “Don’t shoot the messenger, boss. But you have been known to take a stand on certain subjects and flatly refuse to back down.”

“I do for the good of the city. And the railway is absolutely for the good of the city.”

“I don’t disagree.”

“Then why are we arguing?”

“I’m only saying she’s a worthy adversary.”

Seth didn’t need a worthy adversary, particularly not a beautiful one with distracting green eyes. He needed a little smooth sailing.

He’d been mayor for nearly a year now, and he’d discovered there were opponents to literally every initiative. And it was always the craziest of his detractors who took the time and trouble to call City Hall or write to the newspaper. He swore he couldn’t change the toilet paper color in the men’s room without a barrage of resistance.

“How long until the rail right-of-way permits are in place?” he asked Lisa.

“The public has one more week to comment.”

His attention went back to the poster. “And if she gets enough signatures on the petition?”

“Then it takes sixty days to hold a referendum. That will delay execution of the permits.”

Seth could see all his well-placed plans blowing up in his face. “Has anyone been in touch with Mountain Railway? Have they heard about this?”

“I talked with the president yesterday,” Lisa said.

“And?”

“And, on the one hand, they’re used to these kinds of protests. On the other hand, they’re beginning to think this particular protest has legs. And they weren’t expecting it.”

“Should I call and try to reassure him?” Seth asked.

Lisa shook her head. “Not yet.”

“If Darby gets the six hundred signatures?”

“Then you should definitely call him.”

“Just once,” Seth complained as they made their way up the marble staircase toward his private offices, “just once, I’d like something to be easy.”

“Oh, poor boss,” she mocked as they walked side by side. “Did you expect them to love you?”

“I expected them to be sane.”

“Why would you expect that? You were here during the election campaign.”

Seth cracked a smile at that observation. “I know the vast majority of the citizens of Lyndon are smart, reasonable, hardworking people. Why can’t any of those ones ever write, call or come out to meetings?”

“They’re busy working and raising their families. They’re expecting you to run the city for them. That’s why they pay you.”

He cut through the executive reception area and into his private office. The room was big and airy. A bay window arched out on one side, overlooking the river and the town square. The riverbanks were a little muddy from a recent storm and flood, but the fall colors were brilliant: reds, yellows and greens, stretching their way up the Rocky Mountains.

He moved to the window to take in the view.

Darby was on a ridiculous crusade. A hundred and fifty decibels. The figure was irrelevant. Nobody but the rail-yard workers would be right next to the train when it blew its whistle. And they’d be wearing hearing protection.