Her Constant Cowboy: Unforgettable Cowboys

By Danae Little

A faithful cowboy with a broken heart, his best friend who forgot how she hurt him, and the old memories that pull them back together.

 

Harper wakes up in a city apartment with the last eight years of her life erased. Thinking she is still sixteen, Harper doesn't understand why her parents are treating her like a fragile invalid. Most of all, she is at a loss why her best friend, Logan, won't talk to her.

 

Logan has nursed a broken heart for so many years he finally gives up all hope in repairing it. When Harper returns to their small home town, he battles his warring desires as he helps her through the struggle of amnesia.

 

No one knows for sure how Harper lost her memory, but a sketchy neighbor and a missing fiancé might have the clues. Will remembering the past and a little Christmas miracle heal their wounds, or does love go deeper than lost memories?

 

Her Constant Cowboy is an Unforgettable Cowboys Christmas Special with all of the amnesia romance and touch of suspense that this series is known for with a little Christmas twist. Each book in this series can be read as a stand alone, but the characters are tied together throughout. Read this Christmas special sure to keep the pages turning and melt your heart!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Little Publishing
• Release date: Feb 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215550366

Danae Little

Danae Little writes Clean Cowboy & Christmas Romance. Each book that she writes holds an element of hope that leaves readers saying, "Aww!" at the end of the story. Her Amazon best-selling series are: Unforgettable Cowboys, Faithful Cowboys, Hope Lake, and Cowboys at Christmas Tree Ranch. Danae lives in a small town at the base of the majestic Sierras with the adventurous love of her life and their miraculous son. She spends her days feeling blessed to be chasing imaginary dragons in their magical forest and finding any quiet moment possible to put pen to paper.

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Her Constant Cowboy

Unforgettable Cowboys Christmas Special

Danae Little

Little Publishing

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imaginations or are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2021 by Little Publishing; Danae Little

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

Contents

Dedication

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

Epilogue

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Acknowledgments

About the Author

For all of my readers who have reached out to me asking for more Unforgettable Cowboys. This one is for you!

Merry Christmas!

ONE

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Harper Jones kicked her feet, feeling them bounce off the hospital bed, knowing she’d probably have bruises on her calves, but not caring. She glanced at her parents briefly, hoping her mom no longer held that expression of horrid concern, but she did.

I’m fine, Harper replied to the unspoken distress, rolling her eyes. Can we just go home? I want to tell Logan about the insanity of this place.

From the corner of her eye, she saw her mom bite her lip and her dad’s hand reached for his wife, pulling her into his protective embrace. Harper’s shoulders tightened. She remembered the feeling of being in her dad’s arms, where she felt nothing could reach her. Now those arms were Logan’s. She would get brave enough to tell her best friend that…one day.

Sweetheart, her dad started, the halting tones causing the first prick of fear rather than an annoyance since her parents had picked her up at that apartment.

Don’t tell me something has happened to Logan! She jumped off the bed and spun to face him, feeling the blood rushing from her face.

I’m sure he’s fine. Her dad let go of her crying mom to take Harper’s shoulders in his large hands. Do you remember what the doctor said?

She shrugged, her heartbeat returning closer to normal, knowing that Logan was okay. Yeah, I have amnesia. I get it. That’s how I ended up in that apartment without knowing how I got there, but how’d I get amnesia? My head doesn’t hurt at all. Don’t you have to, like, get in an accident or something?

Her father glanced at her mother before leading Harper back to the bed. Sweetheart, sit down. What I have to tell you is going…well, it’s going to feel like science fiction.

Ugh, I don’t like those movies. She sat on the bed, crossing her arms and glaring at her dad, wondering why they couldn’t just go home since she wasn’t injured. Even if they wouldn’t let her drive her own car and they grounded her for the next month because she left home, it would be better than being in this antiseptic-smelling place.

That apartment…it was yours. Her father searched her eyes.

She rolled hers. Yeah right, who is going to rent out an apartment to a sixteen-year-old.

That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Harp. You aren’t sixteen…not anymore. He reached out and smoothed her brow.

What kind of game is this? Is this my punishment for leaving? She glared at him, yet her heartbeat rushed in her ears. Her dad had never been one to play games.

Sweetheart, you somehow have lost the last eight years of your memory.

In mid-eye roll, the reality of what her father had just said hit her like a hay truck, knocking her back against the raised bed and squeezing her eyes shut against the nightmare that played out in front of her. No…Wake up, Harper. Wake up!

Her dad leaned towards her, soothing her head with his hands, but when she opened her eyes, he still sat there on the edge of the hospital bed, not the bed in her room, with a sheen of moisture in his eyes. I’m sorry, Harp. We’ll get through this. Your mother and I are here for you.

Her mother joined her, and finally, a dose of reality hit Harper as her mom tugged her into her arms, sobbing while she stroked her hair.

Harper allowed her parents to coddle her, but on some level, she still didn’t believe them. A weird catatonic-type state overtook her. She responded to questions from her parents, the nurses, the doctor, but it was as if she was on auto-pilot and the real her just sat back and watched like it was a mind-numbing movie. Soon enough, they loaded her into her mom’s car and headed home.

The one thought that gave her hope was Logan. He would set all of this right; he always did, no matter what trouble they had gotten into. She just needed to see Logan.

We grabbed a few things from your apartment, Sweetie. Her mom glanced at her from the driver’s seat. Did you want to stop for more? We could call your dad to let him know. She nodded toward the red car driving in front of them on the freeway.

Harper shook her head. I just want to go home.

Her mom nodded, biting her lip and blinking rapidly.

I thought I had a silver SUV, Harper said, leaning forward to get a closer look at the sporty red car in front of them.

You did, but you traded it in for that. Her mom jutted her chin toward the car like it symbolized something treacherous.

Oh, I bet it’s awful on gas, Harper said, leaning back into her seat.

Her mom sputtered as she tried to hold back a laugh.

Well, glad I could get you out of the mopies. Harper smirked.

You’re such a trooper, Harper, her mom said, giving her a sad smile.

Harper shrugged, watching Denver fade behind them. She had never been a city person, the constant business and all the people made her head spin. She couldn’t help sighing with relief as it slowly disappeared.

You aren’t worried? her mom asked.

Should I be? Harper responded, settling in the seat for the long drive home. A yawn escaped from her as she searched for her phone before remembering that they hadn’t found it. That, more than anything, seemed off. She was never away from her phone. When can we get a new phone? My friends are probably going crazy wondering why I’m not responding.

Soon, Sweetie.

Harper's eyes drooped as suburbia slowly gave way to fields of kale and broccoli. Wake me up when we get across the Wyoming border, she said, letting her eyes close.

Sure. Her mom’s voice faded as Harper let sleep pull her under.

She smirked as she did, telling herself that when she woke up this nightmare would be over and she would be back in her own bed in Pine Ridge, Wyoming, with her school alarm blaring to tell her it was time to wake up and take those silly finals…and see Logan.

~*~

Logan Miller stood, stretching his back and pushing up his cowboy hat to wipe the sweat threatening his eyes. Even in December, working on the fence had him wishing for ice-cold lemonade and a creek. He glanced back at the tree line at the edge of their property, longing for the frigid waters that wound through the forest. A flash of past dips in those waters burned briefly in his mind's eye before he shoved his hat back on his head.

Yet, the images still came: sun-bleached hair flying out while she yelled in reckless abandon from the rope swing before letting go and dropping into the spring-fed waters with a splash. She pushed back up out of the water, flinging her long hair out of her freckled face. Your turn, Lolo! Let’s see you beat that cannonball!

He shook his head, not wanting to remember, but the memories continued like a soothing balm just out of reach.

He had landed next to her, staying underwater until his hands met her smooth legs, he glided his fingers up them, laughter bubbling up through the water when she jumped, and then he tugged, pulling her under and into his arms.

They had come up gasping for breath at the same time, their lips only inches apart, her breath warm on his creek cold face. Everything had always felt right with her in his arms.

Will we always be like this, Lolo? she had asked him.

I hope so, Harp. I really do, he had replied.

He had been considering leaning in, closing the small gap between them as he had dreamed about for the last couple of years, when a cold splash of water flooded his face and her laughter faded as she swam away.

Get back to work, he muttered to himself, wiping a hand down his face as if he could wipe the memories of Harper Jones out of his mind.

He looked up to share a glance with his horse, Jack, who usually eyed him when he started talking to himself, only to remember he brought the Mule today, the gas-fed one. Not even a horse for company, he lamented before bending over to twist the last round of barbed wire.

He finished clipping off the ends when his phone vibrated in his back pocket. Pulling it out, he glanced at the screen before swiping to accept the call, letting a smile turn up his lips.

Hey, little bro, how’re the finals coming? Logan asked, his smile widening, thinking of his brother putting his brains to good use. One more semester and he’d be graduating, most likely with full honors, and who knows what the kid would do next? Maybe figure out how to save the world.

They’re going. It’s been a tough semester. How’re the cows?

Logan leaned on the fence post, the stress easing with the familiar conversation. Cows are just fine. It’s the bulls that cause so much hassle.

Luke laughed. Just like dad.

Logan’s chest constricted, pulling the smile from his lips. He wasn’t just like his