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your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys.” Hers was “Baby Girl,” which meant her mother had her father’s cell phone in her hand and not her own.
    “Don’t guess it is,” Ace drawled.
    “You goin’ to answer yours?” she asked.
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    “Not right now. We got to get our stories straight before we answer anything. That was Momma. Who was yours?”
    “Momma on Daddy’s phone. Hers is always in her purse and his is on the end table between the sofa and his recliner,” she said.
    Jasmine threw herself back on the sofa. “We are up shit creek without a paddle and I see the rapids ahead.
    Dammit to hell, Ace. I can’t do this! I can’t be married to you in real life. This was supposed to be a secret! I’ve got a café to run.”
    Ace followed her lead again, landing beside her so close that their entire sides were plastered against each other. “Guess we’re goin’ to have to pretend to be married for a year. I’m sorry I got you into this mess, Jazzy.”
    “I’m the one who proposed to you, if I remember right, so you don’t get to be sorry about that.” She jumped up like a windup toy and paced back and forth across the floor again, mumbling and cussing alternately.
    His phone played the first bars of Blake Shelton’s
    “Hillbilly Bone,” and he picked it up.
    “Hello.”
    She stared right at him and he grinned.
    “Yep, that was me, all right. I guess she did get past the barbed wire tat. Nope, honey, I guess I won’t be seeing you again. I’m sorry that you are disappointed, got a call coming, ’bye now.” His voice was low and sexy.
    She glared.
    He poked a button and said, “Yes, ma’am. That was me and yes, ma’am, I’m married. No, it’s not a joke. Yes, I guess we are canceling our date for the rodeo. Sorry that you think I’m a sorry bastard. Got another call.” OneHotCowboyWedding.indd 33
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    Jasmine glared harder.
    “Hello. Don’t think so, darlin’. I hear that rotting in hell involves sitting in flames and I really don’t like that.”
    He laid the phone down after that one and said, “She hung up on me after she told me to rot in hell.”
    “Shit storm, Ace. We’ve stirred up a big old shit tornado! What in the hell are we goin’ to do? I don’t have an extra bedroom.”
    When Ace shrugged she went on, “Damn! Damn!
    We might as well have gotten married at the Montague County Courthouse and put it on the front page of the Bowie newspaper. Momma is going to pass little green apples.”
    Ace chuckled.
    She pointed her finger at him and narrowed her eyes. “It’s not funny. It’s not a secret after all and what happens in this town isn’t supposed to be broadcast on national television. We are married and you, darlin’, are going to have to be celibate for a whole year!” Ace groaned. “Oh my God! Jazzy, what are we going to do?”
    “I don’t know. But I do know if you cheat on me, Pearl and Gemma will kill you.” She threw herself back on the sofa for the second time, keeping a foot of space between them. “Why in the hell did you pick that chapel?” Ace threw up his palms defensively. “Hey, it looked like the least known one in the whole town. How was I supposed to know it was having a contest? You can live at the ranch. I’ve got four bedrooms. Three are empty right now. You can take your choice.”
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    and it’s convenient above the café. And you said nothing else could go wrong. Guess what, cowboy?”
    His phone rang again. “I will never utter those words again, Jazzy. I promise. That’s my mother.” She pinched the top of her nose. The headache was coming on strong. “There’s no getting around it now that it’s been on television. You’re going to sleep on my sofa for a year, boy!”
    Ace sat up straight and