Page 13 of The Cowboy's Unshakeable Love

Travis chuckled. “Why wouldn’t you? She’s awesome.”

“Yeah, I knew that from when I met her at Kolby and Callie’s party, but I mean I like her for you.”

Travis raised his eyebrows and waited.

Trip grinned. “Come on, that’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it? You’ve had a thing for her ever since you first saw her on a video call.”

“I have. I …”

Trip grasped his shoulder. “So, make your move. I know it’s not ideal that she’s here because she broke her leg, but it’s given you the chance to spend some time with her.”

Travis looked out through the window again. He loved seeing Retta sitting there on his front deck, a small smile on her face as she took in the view.

“Yeah, I’m going to make the most of the chance to spend some time with her, but she says she’ll be going home just as soon as she can.”

Trip chuckled. “You mean as soon as the doctor says that she’ll be okay by herself?”

Travis laughed with him. “Yes, Doctor, I do.”

Callie had asked the doctor at the hospital in San Diego, where Retta was when she broke her leg, to transfer her into Trip’s care. There wasn’t much that she needed, but he’d be the one who would give the final say on when her cast was removed. Of course, if she was determined to go home before that, it’d be up to her but …

Trip shrugged. “You know I’m not going to try and hold her up if she wants to go – not even for you. But I reckon you’ll have all the time you need to win her over before she’s ready to go home.”

“I hope so. Then again, would I be crazy to even try? She’s had my head turned around since the first time I saw her, but we don’t know each other yet.”

“Then you’d better get to work on that, hadn’t you? Go on, take her drink out. I’ll bring mine when I come back.”

Travis cocked an eyebrow, and Trip laughed. “Little boys’ room,” he explained.

“Ah, right.”

When he set Retta’s drink on the table beside her, she smiled. “Thanks. This place is amazing, Travis. If I lived here, I think I’d spend all my time out here, taking in the view.”

“You’re welcome to spend as much time here as you like.”

“Thanks. I might take you up on that offer. Normally, I wouldn’t be able to sit still long enough, but sitting is about all I can do for now, and as much as I love the view from Callie and Kolby’s place, this is something else.”

“Isn’t it?” Travis looked up at Emigrant Peak, the mountain that loomed above them. This view was obviously the reason that the original owners had built the house here. The windows in the great room framed the mountain perfectly.

“Anytime you want to come over and enjoy the view, just give me a holler and I’ll come get you.”

“Thanks.”

He rubbed his hand over his beard. “And if you want to do more than just sit and stare, I wouldn’t mind your help.”

She gave him a puzzled look. “I’d love to help, but I don’t think I’d be of much use to you.”

“I’m thinking about your advice and input – and you can give me those from your wheelchair.”

“Input on what?”

“I told you I want to go through the cabins and see what I can do about making them feel … welcoming. You know, like a place where a guy could feel at home for a while.”

“Yes.”

“And you sure seem to have the knack for making a place feel like a home.”

A big smile spread across her face. “Ooh! Well, if that’s the kind of input you’re looking for, I’d be happy to help. You’ll have to tell me what you’re going for, though. I mean, you’re the one who knows how a guy wants to feel. I can come up with suggestions for you but …”

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