Wrangling the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #3)

250 Pages·2020·0.61 MB·english

by  Kennedy Fox

Copyright © 2020 Kennedy Fox
www.kennedyfoxbooks.com
Wrangling the Cowboy
Circle B Ranch Series
Cover design by Outlined with Love Designs
Cover photography by Wander Aguiar Photography
Copy Editor: Jenny Sims | Editing 4 Indies
All rights reserved. No parts of the book may be used or reproduced in any matter without written permission from the author, except for
inclusion of brief quotations in a review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, establishments, organizations, and incidents
are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously to give a sense of authenticity. Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
CONTENTS
Bishop Family Tree
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Bishop Brothers World suggested reading order
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Why you gotta be so heartless?
I know you think it's harmless
Girl, why you gotta be so in between
Loving me and leaving?
“Heartless”
-Diplo, Morgan Wallen, Julia Michaels
BISHOP FAMILY TREE
**Each book in the Bishop Brothers World can be read as a stand-alone.**
THE FOUR ORIGINAL BISHOP BROTHERS & THEIR FAMILIES:
Organized in the order the series released.
Kids are also organized by oldest in each family.
Alex & River Bishop (from Taming Him)
Riley Bishop
Rowan Bishop
Evan & Emily Bishop (from Needing Him)
Elizabeth Bishop
Ethan Bishop
John & Mila Bishop (from Chasing Him)
Maize Bishop
Mackenzie Bishop
Jackson & Kiera Bishop (from Keeping Him)
Kane & Knox Bishop
Kaitlyn Bishop
For reference: Riley (the oldest of the kids) is 6.5 years older than Kaitlyn Bishop (the youngest of
the kids).
CONTENTS
Bishop Family Tree
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Bishop Brothers World suggested reading order
About the Author
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PROLOGUE
GAVIN
“W , it’s official. I’m joining a convent.”
ELL
The bartender scoffs with an eye roll as she sets a shot in front of the brunette bombshell I’ve
been eyeing. “You’re too dramatic for your own good.”
The soon-to-be nun downs the clear liquid and makes a face after. “I’m serious. I decided to take
a chance and sign up for a dating app, and I swear to God…” She pulls her phone from her shorts
pocket and unlocks the screen. “Alright, let’s start with Dennis G. Hey, beautiful,” she mimics in a
deeper tone. “You like those braids pulled? I’ll be your cowboy and let you ride me for a night.”
I nearly choke on my beer while I hold back my laughter.
“I mean, c’mon!” She groans. “That doesn’t even make sense! You’d have to bend me over to pull
my braids like reins, so he’d be riding me…”
My dick stirs at the image she created in my head, and fuck me, I like it.
“You’re too literal, Maize,” the bartender scolds.
Maize. Of course, she’d have a pretty name too.
I should stop eavesdropping and staring, but I can’t. She’s gorgeous, and her smart mouth has kept
me hard for the past hour. After a job interview, I stopped by the Circle B Saloon to unwind before
my long drive back to Houston tomorrow. I decided to sit at one of the tall tables to face the TV, and I
haven’t been able to take my eyes off the woman who’s clearly had a rough day.
“Okay, how about this one from Gregory H.” She clears her throat as she prepares to read another
message.
The girl cracks up as Maize spews another horrific one-liner.
“I fuckin’ quit. There are no decent, single men in Eldorado. They’re either taken, swing for the
other team, or talk like they dropped out of middle school. So, I’m joining a convent. At least then, my
eyes would never have to be assaulted by an unsolicited dick pic ever again. And let me tell you, the
last picture I got was crooked and scarred me for life anyway.”
That has me doubling over with laughter, and there’s no hiding it this time. Both girls snap their
gaze to me as I try to control myself. I grab the neck of the beer bottle, take a swig, and act as if I
wasn’t listening to every word.
“Looks like one guy finds you amusing…” The bartender holds out her hand with a grin, but
Maize frowns.
“I do,” I say with a shrug, hoping to make her smile. “Mostly because you as a nun…I ain’t seein’
it.”
“Really? Because I can totally picture her on her knees.”
Maize’s face turns beet red as she throws a straw toward the bartender. She giggles as Maize’s
head drops.
And now the image of her on her knees surfaces in my head.
“I meant, praying! On your knees praying,” the bartender clarifies, but it’s obvious she’s full of
shit. She’s got a smart mouth too, and I quickly wonder if they’re related. They do look alike.
“Excuse my sister,” Maize says. “She gets a kick out of embarrassing me.”
“I was right about you two,” I drawl, grabbing my nearly empty beer and standing.
“Right about what?” Maize asks as I take the stool next to her at the end of the bar. She doesn’t
flinch when my arm brushes hers, and I take that as a good sign.
“I had a feeling you were related.” I nod toward the other girl.
“My little sister,” she confirms. “Kenzie.”
“Her favorite sister.” Kenzie smirks.
“My only sister,” Maize counters, narrowing her eyes as she scowls at her again. “My pain in the
ass sister.”
With a palm to her chest, Kenzie gasps. “That’s it. I’m cutting you off.”
“Nooo!” Maize whines. “I’ll read you another message,” she bribes. “It’ll be a really good one.”
“Or I could just buy you a drink?” I interrupt.
Realization hits her as she sits taller and licks her lips. “Did you just offer to buy me a drink?”
Before I can respond, Kenzie speaks up. “Marry this man. Marry him now.”
Maize glares at Kenzie, and I can only imagine what she wants to say to her right now, which I
find comical.
“I mean, unless…do you want a dick pic first?” I flash her a smirk.
“Exactly how much did you hear?”
“I’ve been sitting over there for an hour, so…a lot,” I admit, and her cheeks tint pink again. “It
was very entertaining.”
Kenzie sets a beer in front of me and a margarita in front of Maize, then looks at me. “I’ll add
them to your tab.” She waggles her brows before leaving to help other customers at the opposite end
of the bar.
“Oh my God,” Maize groans. “I’m sorry about her. She assumes and—”
I reach over and put my hand over hers to stop her. “I offered, remember?”
“Yes, that’s right.” She nods, pulling her hand from under mine and grabbing her glass. “Thank
you.”
She’s been burned by so many douchebags she doesn’t even realize I’m hitting on her. I can’t
imagine any guy dumb enough to walk away from Maize, but lucky for me, she’s single, and so am I.
“I’m Gavin, by the way,” I say, holding out my hand and hoping to touch hers again.
“Maize.” She takes the bait, and we shake. “Sorry I’m not more bubbly. You caught me on a rough
night.”
“No apologies needed, Maize. Maybe I can cheer you up, though.”
“Oh yeah? With a non-crooked dick pic?” She arches a brow, grinning.
I chuckle, glad she’s not giving me the cold shoulder. Though I’ve never had a problem getting a
woman’s attention, it’s not out of the realm of reality. When I was a professional bull rider, women
would flock to me, and I’d have to tear them off just to walk through a crowd. But I don’t compete
anymore. That life’s behind me now.
“I’m too old to send explicit pictures to women.”
Her eyes lower as she checks me out, then she tilts her head and studies me. “You can’t be that
old.”
I suck in my lower lip as I soak in her delicate features. Light blue eyes, dark hair, and pale skin.
She’s undoubtedly my type, but something else about her has my blood pumping.
“I’m certain I’m quite older than you,” I counter, taking a swig of my beer. “Why don’t you tell me
how old you are?”
“Because it’s embarrassing. Most girls my age are married with a couple of kids already. And
me? Well, I’m joining a convent.”
“You’re at least twenty-one, being that you’re in a bar drinking. Definitely not over thirty.” I tilt
my head, looking at her eyes, skin, and lips. Fuck, she has the most beautiful face I’ve seen in a long
time. “You’re having a quarter-life crisis since, like you said, no husband and no babies. So, I’m
gonna guess twenty-five.” If I’m right, that means I’m ten years older than her.
Maize gulps down more of her drink as she watches me in amusement. “Sadly, you’re correct.
Well, in a few months.”
I burst out laughing and shake my head. “You have plenty of time. Stop worryin’.”
“That’s so easy for guys to say! My grandma married my grandfather at nineteen, and they had five
kids before she was thirty. Five! Granted, one pregnancy was twins, but still. I’m already behind.”
“That was standard tradition thirty, forty, fifty years ago. But now, it’s statistically proven that
more couples wait to start their families and focus on their careers first. The average age of having
their first baby is thirty. So, you still have plenty of time.”
“Oh okay, so I only need to find a husband, convince him to marry me, get pregnant, and pop out a
baby in the next five years. Noted.”
“Or…” I counter, taking a long sip of my beer until it’s empty. “You can just do whatever the fuck
you want.” Flashing a smirk, she tilts her lips up in amusement.
Before she can respond, Kenzie returns. “Another round?”