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  Taming the Troublemaker

  A Hills of Texas Romance

  Kadie Scott

  Taming the Troublemaker

  Copyright © 2019 Kadie Scott

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  The Tule Publishing, Inc.

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  First Publication by Tule Publishing 2019

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-949707-78-6

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  Dedication

  All my wonderful friends at Intel, who know the real story behind locking a purse in someone else’s car and laughed with me about it a lot.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  The Hills of Texas

  Excerpt from Saving the Sheriff

  About the Author

  Prologue

  “I have a proposition to put to you.”

  Autry Hill glanced up from his breakfast, a forkful of eggs hovering in midair halfway to his mouth, to find his father dropping into the seat across the table.

  John Hill didn’t look his age, his hair still dark and thick with only a few grays showing at the temples in recent years. Skin deeply tanned from years working on the ranch only made his eyes appear brighter. The Hill eyes—a striking blue surrounded by a dark rim at the outer edge of the iris that made the color pop even more—were passed down several generations, and well-known in these parts.

  Eyes all of Autry’s siblings had inherited. Just not Autry. He’d gotten his mother’s hazel eyes instead. A fact he was vaguely proud of in a silly way left over from high school. Being one of five kids, anything to help you stand out from the crowd was a good thing.

  Autry liked to stand out in any crowd.

  He glanced around, but his mother, who’d already eaten along with the rest of his family and was working on the breakfast dishes in the sink and humming softly, was the only other person in the room. He was getting a bit of a late start, thanks to a way-too-late night last night. Not his fault. Not that late, either. Darkness still obscured the land outside the windows in the kitchen. Dawn would break soon enough, turning the land gray then hazy pink.

  “You have a proposition for me?” he asked.

  “No, your mother.” His dad rolled his eyes. “Yes. You.”

  Autry put his fork down, curiosity rising up like a dog’s ears pricking at a sound. “Okay.”

  “Your mother and I have been discussing the future of the ranch.” Just like his dad to not beat around the bush.

  Autry straightened in his seat, pricked ears going straight to full alert. This ranch meant more to him than anything else in his life. He lived for the work he did here with his family, was proud of it, and had every intention of growing their already prosperous ranch for the next generations of Hills to come.

  “With you kids getting married and having babies of your own, and us not getting any younger, seems like it’s time for a few changes.”

  His dad was talking about Autry’s siblings, and his dad was right—their family was growing fast. Cash, after a rough start losing his first wife, had married Holly. They had Sophia, his daughter from that first marriage, and now Holly was expecting twins. Pretty soon, in fact. Will had married Rusty, twice since the first ceremony had been a bit of a rush job. Carter was engaged to Brian, though a date still hadn’t been set for the wedding.

  That left only his younger brother, Jennings, only he had his own hang-ups in the love department, and Autry, who’d earned a reputation as the county’s resident bad boy. At least where women were concerned. He’d be the first to admit, he’d sowed more than his fair share of wild oats in his day, but not so much lately.

  “What kind of changes?” he prompted.

  His dad leaned back in his chair. “Well… it mostly has to do with living situation. Cash and Holly live in town. Will and Rusty are only here half the year, with her ranch in Wyoming. Carter will live with Brian, and Jennings is almost done building the house he’s been working on.”

  Which left Autry. Adrenaline had his heart picking up speed. Was his dad about to offer him the main house? He tried to keep his pulse from leaping to conclusions, but this was a big deal. He’d wanted to be the one to inherit the house since he was about five years old.

  That was when he’d learned about his dad and Uncle Jeremy, and how they’d split things up, his dad getting the house and Jeremy getting a larger portion of the ranch. His uncle eventually decided to leave the family business and moved to Austin. He still owned his majority but was happy to let his brother manage the full enchilada for a portion of the profits.

  Autry loved this house. The memories, the way it smelled of cedar floors, cleaning fluids, and his mother’s cooking. This house was and always would be home base, a place where his soul was settled and happy. Except he was number four of five kids. The odds of his getting it were nil. Until now? Jeremy hadn’t had any kids, which left Autry and his siblings to inherit the full spread and figure out living situations.

  “Your mom has her heart set on the Guthrie place, and it recently went up for sale.”

  They were talking about the house. Would it be juvenile to pump his fist about now? Probably. Autry managed to stop himself.

  “That’s a perfect spot.” He limited his comment and kept his expression serious. “Closer to town for Mom, but still easy driving here for you.”

  “And that gorgeous Victorian architecture.” His mother gave a sigh of bliss.

  Autry turned in his chair, giving her an affectionate grin. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic when it came to houses, Mom.”

  She gave a little sniff. “About that one, I could be.”

  “Anyway,” his dad continued, “we haven’t decided yet what we’re doing, but we’re thinking that the homestead should probably go to you.”

  Autry couldn’t miss the doubt smothering the fun from all those wonderful words like a wet blanket. He tipped his chair back on two legs, considering his parents. “Probably?”

  His mother took the seat beside him, handing him a cup of strong, dark coffee, the pungent scent wafting up to him not helping much with this conversation.

  She wrapped her hands around her own steaming mug. “We’re a little… concerned… with your trajectory in life.”

  Concerned? Trajectory? “What the hell”—he paused that word at a single raised eyebrow
from his father and cleared his throat—“heck does that mean?”

  “You need to start taking life more seriously, Son.” His dad laid it out plain. “All the stories we hear about women. It was one thing when you were a teenager, but you’re not anymore.”

  Autry snorted. “Ninety percent of those stories are made-up or blown way out of proportion, and I take the ranch damn seriously.”

  “Don’t swear in front of your mother.”

  The warning would only come once before consequences.

  “Sorry, Mom.”

  She patted his hand. “What time did you get in last night anyway?”

  Autry narrowed his eyes. Evaline Hill was no fool, but this time, she was also way off. “Two. But I wasn’t with a woman.” Not the way they were thinking, at least.

  “Where were you?” his dad asked.

  Autry crossed his arms and said nothing. Not only had this stopped being anyone’s business except his years ago, but he’d also made a promise. If Michelle’s ex found out, he’d cause problems.

  His parents exchanged a glance. “The thing is,” his mom started, “this house is meant for a family. Not a single man, and at the rate you’re going…”

  Autry scowled, looking back and forth between them. “Seriously? You want me to get married or something?”

  “No.” His mother waved a hand as though dismissing that idea as ridiculous and Autry blew out a pent-up breath. “We don’t want you to marry until you find the right girl.”

  “And you’re not going to find her at a bar,” his dad tacked on.

  Yeah. He’d also figured that out a while ago. Still, no one else’s business but his. Automatically, he fell back on his trademark grin to cover his growing irritation. “Why not? I’m pretty sure all types of women go to bars.”

  “Not the types you hang out with.” His mother patted her graying hair, pulled neatly up in a bun. “So, we have a… deal for you.”

  “A deal,” he repeated slowly. Was this seriously happening?

  “More of a bet,” his dad clarified.

  No fucking way. “You want to bet me the house?”

  His dad aimed his own cheeky grin at Autry. “Yup. If you can quit women for six months.”

  Autry dropped forward with a thump that made his mother wince. Had he heard that right? “You want me to quit women?”

  “That’s right,” his dad confirmed. “No dating, no shenanigans, and definitely no sex. We have a deal worked out that will give you the house, and we’ll move to the Guthrie place.”

  His dad went into more details, but Autry only listened with half an ear. Because the rest of his attention was on the fact that he already had this one won.

  What his parents didn’t know was that he’d been growing restless the last year or two. The last woman he’d dated, he’d ended it almost six months ago, and hadn’t been in a woman’s bed since. Sure, he’d been on a few more dates here and there, but none that led to anything serious, and definitely not to bed. Not doing that wouldn’t be any kind of hardship.

  Six more months would be cake.

  The house he’d always loved and grown up in was as good as his.

  Chapter One

  “Are you seeing anyone new, Beth?” Her sister’s voice interrupted thoughts that had no place in a loud bar.

  Beth Cooper pulled her mind from the young student in her class who’d been giving her a hard time lately, or all year really, and shook her head. “After the last guy went for Lexi in less time than it takes a tick to bite, I decided to take a break from dating for a while.”

  Not that a ton of eligible men resided in the small Texas Hill Country town of La Colina to begin with. Slim pickin’s, as her mother would say.

  Most of the single men in the area were in this bar, probably. One of the more popular spots in town, Hurricane Harry’s was full most nights. With its rustic décor—including scuffed wood flooring, an ancient oak bar straight from the Wild West, and the iron and wood tables—it basically was the movie version of every Texas bar ever.

  Except this one was real.

  The smells were definitely real—beer, sweat, and bar food. The clink of ice in a highball glass a man close by was drinking from barely registered over the buzz of noise as patrons stood around talking over the loud music coming from the live band at the other end of the room. She and her sisters had managed to commandeer one of the few tall tables. The back of Beth’s legs stuck to the padded leather stool top as she swung her legs, unable to quite reach the foot rail.

  Shouldn’t have worn a skirt.

  Her sisters exchanged wrinkle-nosed glances that managed to be sexy on them. In fact, two men a table over stared in open appreciation. Beth had tried the expression in a mirror once, and decided she looked more constipated than adorable, and sexy didn’t even factor into it.

  That had always been the way of it though.

  The typical middle child, Beth was described as the “funny one” or the “nice one,” or on a good day, the “cute one.”

  Lexi, the oldest of the three, and Juliet, the youngest, could’ve been poured out of the same mold. Both tall and curvy with long, honey-gold hair and bright blue eyes, her sisters could put many Hollywood starlets to shame. Beth, meanwhile, had ended up short, and skinny, with nothing that resembled a curve without extra padding. Her pale blonde hair, cut to fall around her chin, made her the colorless versions of her sisters. Only her eyes came close, the same sparkling blue.

  Not that she’d ever resented them. Lexi and Juliet were her best friends and closest confidants. On top of that, they were smart, sweet women with ambitions. They’d opened a boutique in town a year ago and were doing well. Sure, every man she’d ever dated had dumped her in a heartbeat the second he met one or both of her sisters—case in point, the last jerk to come through town.

  “He was an ass, Beth,” Juliet called over the beat of an up-tempo country song blasting from the stage. She reached across the sticky wood tabletop to squeeze Beth’s hand.

  “Yeah. An asshat and a lawyer.” Lexi bobbed her head. Thanks to her ex, her sister couldn’t stand lawyers. “The right guy for you will come along. One whose head isn’t turned by big hair and bigger tits.”

  “Lex!” Beth protested, unable to hold in a fit of giggles. “I’m not worried. I’m too tired to be worried.”

  Lexi and Juliet both nodded their understanding as they all paused to take swigs of their beers. Or the apple cider that Beth opted for. Blasphemous to be a country girl in Texas and not love beer, but she’d always found it too bitter.

  Beth hid a sigh. She loved her life. A childhood with a loving family, and down-to-earth siblings, despite the attention they attracted, who adored her as much as she adored them, had been a start any child would be lucky to have. She thrived in her job. Teaching was a calling. Besides, living in town had provided her with independence and a decent social life. As long as she discounted her obnoxious neighbor, she had it damn good.

  The white picket fence with her adoring husband and two-point-five kids could wait. I’m only twenty-six. Plenty of time to not end up an old maid. Though try and explain that to her mother.

  “Not even a person of interest?” Lexi prodded around her beer glass as she took another swig.

  Of its own volition, Beth’s gaze slid across the bar to Autry Hill. He looked good tonight, poured into tight jeans that he’d paired with a black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His short, dark hair, he’d combed to the side, and she could practically see the twinkle of fun in his hazel eyes from here. Not that he’d ever turn that twinkle in her direction in any meaningful way.

  She didn’t have a crush. Not exactly. He was just… nice to look at. That was for darn sure. Not her type. Loud and brash and all about fun, he rarely stayed with the same woman long. His lifestyle managed to make Beth feel like she’d already turned into the spinster aunt that loomed in her future.

  She sat up straighter. I can have fun. I’m at a bar right no
w.

  Bringing her gaze back, she found her sisters watching with eyebrows raised. What was the question again? Oh yeah, dates. Beth shook her head. “No prospects. What about you?”

  Both her sisters pulled identical grimaces. “Slim pickin’s,” Juliet said and held up her pint glass.

  Lexi and Beth clinked glasses with her. “Slim pickin’s,” they parroted.

  Another burst of sound pulled Beth’s gaze across the room just in time to watch Larson Miller punch Autry in the face hard enough that his head snapped back.

  Instead of hitting back, though, Autry put a hand to a cheek already turning red and gave the sexy, sheepish grin Beth had seen him use a hundred times before. She couldn’t hear what Larson said before a couple guys dragged Larson back out of the room.

  What was that about? He’d probably done something with Michelle, Larson’s wife, though Beth had heard the divorce was almost final. Because of Autry? The man did seem to garner an amazing amount of female attention, usually followed by animosity of some sort.

  Beth pushed the pause button on that thought. Not my business.

  Tipping her bottle back, she downed the last of her cider, the berry flavor sharp on her tongue, and hopped off her stool, wobbling in the high heels she’d worn. She’d actually tried to dress up tonight—flouncy flowered skirt, tight top, and heels—not that anything had come of it. “I’m going to use the little girls’ room, then I’d better get going. It’s a school night.”

  She wound her way through the throngs to the bathroom at the back. When she came back out, though, she paused to find Autry standing in the back corner, his back to her, phone to his ear. “Sorry, Michelle. I don’t know how he found out.”

  So, he had been the cause of that split? Interesting. Not that she’d do anything with the information, but a tug of disappointment poked at her anyway. She never liked it when people turned out to be who the rumors said they were, and Autry had always been kind to her.