The Cowboy and the Angel (3 page)

“Not according to my research. I could show you hundreds of sites online that show examples of the abuse I’m talking about. Eyewitness accounts, news stories, court documents, police reports.” Angela spun to face Derek’s massive, broad shoulders.

“Is this the same research that had you dressing like some 70s spaghetti Western?” Derek mocked.

“I’m sorry, but you already refused my interview. Now I’m conducting one with Mr. Findley.” She flipped her hair from her shoulder and tried to ignore him.

She didn’t want Derek to be a part of this interview, and damn him for looking incredibly sexy in his long-sleeved Western shirt, tight Wranglers, and rodeo chaps. Women would eat him up if he appeared on camera, which wasn’t her intention for this story. It was bad enough to have a sympathetic old man, but there was no way she would be able to turn this stud into a villain. He was going to ruin her interview.

“I’m not sure we were ever properly introduced. I’m Derek Chandler, one-third owner of Findley Brothers.” Derek held out his hand to shake hers. She glanced down at it and he smiled, leaning closer. “Don’t worry, I think I got all of the manure off.”

She signaled to Skip with a slash of her fingers at her chin. “Cut.” Angela dropped the microphone to her thigh as Derek Chandler moved to stand beside Mike Findley, looking like a bodyguard. “Is this some sort of game?”

Derek laughed sardonically. “You think
we’re
playing games? What about you, pretending you to want an interview when you’re just another protestor?”

Mike placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder, and she realized that these two would stand together against her. Her chance at an interview was becoming less likely with every second. “We don’t need to defend rodeo. This country was founded on the backs of ranchers.”

“Not to mention animal cruelty,” she added quickly. “Or do you just assume that because something has been done a certain way for generations that makes it right?” She pointed a finger at the men standing across from her. “Do you even realize that what you’re doing is barbaric? There are far more humane methods for raising cattle, even for consumption, and this
sport
doesn’t bear any resemblance to cattle ranching.”

Derek snorted. “When have you ever been on a working cattle ranch?”

Angela glared at him, irritated that she’d underestimated a bunch of cowboys. She’d thought a little cleavage and a toss of her hair would convince these guys she was harmless, but they hadn’t fallen for it and her mistake annoyed her. He’d already called her out on her ridiculous clothing when she showed up looking like a dime-store cowboy, but she wouldn’t tolerate him insulting her as a journalist. She might not have been as thorough researching clothing, but it didn’t take a visit to a cattle ranch to read the research and watch footage of animals being injured, maimed, and, in many cases, killed.

“I find it hard to believe that cowboys jump on the backs of bulls on the range.” She arched a brow, daring him to take up her argument.

“Whoa, whoa . . . both of you need to calm down.” Mike Findley glanced from her face to the cowboy beside him.

While she was certain anyone could see the fury in her eyes, Derek remained as maddeningly unperturbed as ever, with his thumbs hooked in the front of his chaps and giving her that cocky, playboy grin of his. He was so confident he could win this argument. It took every ounce of self-control to keep herself from smacking him. She decided she’d better try a different tactic before Findley escorted her out once and for all. She wasn’t about to be outsmarted by this arrogant, pig-headed cowboy.

“Mr. Findley,” she began, facing the older man and ignoring the infuriating mass of muscle beside him, “while I understand rodeo is how you make your living, you must understand it isn’t exactly a civilized method. It’s perpetuating the mistreatment of animals. You have them doing things they would never do in nature. In the past, horses were obviously tamed for riding but not by scaring them to the point that they would hurl themselves into fences. Can you deny the many injuries rodeo stock receive each year?”

Mike held up a hand, halting her in the middle of her diatribe, and laughed. “Young lady, have you ever actually been to a rodeo before? Or seen a horse being broken to ride?”

Angela cocked her head to the side. “Not in person, but in my background research—”

“I’m not sure what sort of research you’ve done, but I’d be happy to show you around so that you can actually see the animals, see the measures we take to protect them, and talk to our judges and vets.”

Angela took a step back, surprised by his offer, and glanced toward Derek. “You’d do that? I was led to believe that you would try to avoid the press and any sort of videotaping of your animals.”

Derek shook his head and pursed his lips. “What kind of propaganda have you been reading?” He rolled his eyes. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a rodeo to get started. And animals to take care of,” he added for her benefit.

She narrowed her eyes at him as he left, wishing she could burn a hole in his back with her thoughts.
Arrogant jerk.
He probably thought she was a pushy, obnoxious shrew who should learn her place, but she wasn’t going to pretend to be a simpering, barefoot-and-pregnant country girl who would fall for his drawling, hillbilly charm. Her mother had fallen for a cocky, swaggering man and paid dearly for it. She would never be a submissive, weak female and no man would dominate her. If that made her a bitch, then she was happy to let narrow-minded brutes think so.

Mike caught her staring after Derek and smiled, his head cocked to the side. “Young lady, I’d be happy to show you around the rodeo and explain what we do.” He tapped his index finger against his lower lip. “But if you really want a story, and I think you do, I have a better idea.” His eyes glimmered mischievously and she wondered what this man had up his sleeve.

D
EREK TRIED TO
ignore the gorgeous redhead all day, but she seemed to be everywhere he looked. He couldn’t help but notice the sway of her hips as she climbed the steps to the chutes when Mike showed her the saddle bronc equipment. Later, as she watched the calf roping with intensity, he noticed the way she pursed her lips in concentration. While she was deep in thought, he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her eyes, a deep shade of emerald green he’d never seen before.

This was exactly the kind of distraction he hadn’t wanted to deal with. By the middle of the barrel racing event, he found himself concerned about the pink tinge her skin had begun to take, her hat doing little to protect her pale skin from burning. While part of him warned him not to feel any concern for this woman bent on ruining their reputation, he refused to even consider letting her suffer. It just wasn’t in him to ignore someone in need.

He pulled his horse to a halt behind her as she focused on the pen of bulls. “You might want to find some sunscreen.” He couldn’t help being a bit amused when she jumped and moved away from his gelding as he dismounted. “Don’t like horses, huh?”

“You just surprised me.” She flipped her hair back from her shoulder, and he could read the lie in her eyes.

Tiny beads of sweat clung to her upper lip. Working in a newsroom obviously hadn’t prepared her for withstanding this kind of heat in long sleeves, and he bit back his condescending smile. She pressed her fingers against her cheeks, testing the burn.

“Ow!” She pulled her hands away from the tender skin. “I didn’t realize I was so bad.”

“Let me guess, you don’t have sunscreen?” He arched a brow.

“Well, I didn’t exactly plan on staying out here all day.”

“Just a quick morning attack?” he filled in.

“Interview,” she corrected, giving him a dirty look.

“If that’s what you want to call it.” He motioned for her to follow him as he led the horse toward one of the trailers. “Here.” He reached inside and handed her a bottle of lotion. “Your cheeks and nose are getting the worst of it, but be sure to do the back of your hands, too.”

She sniffed at the sunscreen and squeezed some onto her fingertips, rubbing it on her cheekbones and nose. She hissed as the cold lotion hit her cheeks. “I guess it’s worse than I realized.” She eyed him warily. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?”

Derek shrugged and leaned against the trailer. “Maybe I just don’t want you to accuse me of mistreatment.” He fought the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Angela glared at him. “Thank you.” She tossed the bottle back at him. He quickly moved in front of the horse and caught the bottle in midair.

“This ole boy doesn’t mind, but most horses will spook if you throw things around them,” he warned. He looped a halter around the horse’s neck and buckled it.

He moved closer to her and was immediately assaulted by her peach-vanilla scent. How in the world could she still smell so enticing after being in this heat all day? “You really don’t know much about rodeo, do you?”

“Do I look like I know anything about rodeo?”

“More so than you did this morning. I do miss your other pants, though.” Derek winked and laughed when she glared at him, tucking his thumbs in the front of his chaps. “So, why take this assignment?” He wasn’t even sure why he asked. Something about her drew him in. In spite of her obvious dislike of him and his chosen career, he wanted to get to know her better, to find out what would make a woman like her brave the unknown for a news story.

“I’m not sure.” She dipped her head, looking toward her boots before meeting his gaze. “I knew it would be a controversial topic.”

“And you like that?” He could hear the logical voice in his head insisting he walk away from this conversation now, turn his back and get as far from her as he could. He ignored it. “Controversy?”

“I guess. It gets ratings, and I like those.” She shrugged slightly but a hint of a smile curved the corners of her lips.

She looked innocent, young, and fresh with the sunburn coloring her cheeks and her eyes lit up with excitement as she talked about her job. He could just make out a faint smattering of adorable freckles on the bridge of her nose. His fingers suddenly itched to bury themselves in the fiery length of her hair. He gripped the belt of his chaps, refusing to give in to the need to touch her, and took a step away from her. He’d never wanted to kiss anyone so badly.

What was he thinking? This woman wanted to destroy Mike’s business—their
family
business—for ratings. She was a selfish, conniving witch, no matter how attractive. He hated himself for the desire still churning through his veins.
Typical Derek, thinking with the wrong brain.
He had to get a grip on himself before he betrayed his family again.

“I guess it doesn’t matter how you get them, right? Who you might ruin along the way?”

He saw her eyes cloud over, becoming as hard as the gems they resembled. “I’m a journalist, Mr. Chandler. I simply report the truth, even if you don’t like it.”

“At least your skewed version of it,” he corrected. He turned back to his mount and unbuckled the halter. “I have to get back to work.”

“I guess we’ll see soon enough how skewed my version is,” she answered with a haughty note.

Derek mounted the gelding and curled his lip in derision. “I’m sure Findley Brothers will manage to come out unscathed, if your earlier outfit was any indication of the depth of your research skills.”

“Well, since Mr. Findley has invited me to stay on the ranch and join him as his guest for the next few rodeos, I should be able to do plenty of in-depth research on every aspect of your job, don’t you think?”

“He what?”

She tilted her head, looking confused, and he wasn’t sure if she was legitimately surprised that he didn’t know about Mike’s invitation or just a great actress. “Mr. Findley suggested I follow you guys with a small crew and see how the animals are”—she searched for a suitable term—“handled.” She shrugged. She knew there was a good chance they would try to keep the less savory parts of the operation under wraps and hidden from her view. But they had a rodeo to run, which meant she’d have plenty of time to snoop around on her own without them watching over her shoulder. So far, it didn’t seem like they saw anything wrong with the way they operated though. In which case, she wouldn’t need to sneak around at all.

“Wonderful,” he muttered. He forced himself to swallow the lump lodged in his throat as he clenched his jaw. “Then I guess this is your official welcome to the crew, Ms. McCallister.”

He needed to find Mike
now
.

Chapter Three

“M
IKE, YOU’VE BEEN
the only father I’ve ever known, and I mean this with all due respect . . .” Derek ran his fingers through his hair before slamming his hat back on his head. “What in the hell were you thinking? You cannot let her do a story on us.”

“Derek, it’s not a big deal. We’ve got nothing to hide, and this will prove it. It should get animal rights activists off our backs.” He shook his head. “Trust me, your sister and Sydney will set her straight pretty quickly if she gets out of line. I almost feel sorry for her. Besides, she’s harmless.” He chuckled at the thought.

Derek glared at Mike. “Just because that woman looks like an angel doesn’t make her one.”

Mike’s brows shot to his hairline and he chuckled. “An angel?”

“Damn it, Mike, this isn’t funny.” Derek sighed, irritated that he’d let the comment slip, and threw his gloves on the side of the trailer. His gelding twitched at the sound as a cloud of dust rose from under them.

“What’s not funny?” His sister walked up to them with the baby in one arm and patted Derek’s horse on the neck.

“Mike just invited that reporter to stay at the ranch in order to prove we don’t mistreat our animals.”

“We don’t. So, what’s the big deal?” Jen agreed, shrugging. “She’ll follow us around for a few days, get some video, realize she was wrong, and go home. No story and no harm done.”

“I don’t think this one will give up that easily,” Derek argued.

“Oh, are we talking about that redhead you’ve been watching all day?” Jen didn’t wait for an answer. “Is my baby brother afraid of a little girl?” she teased. It irritated him that she didn’t bother to hide her patronizing smile. “Is that pretty girl being mean to you?”