The Boston Debutante (The Debutante Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

her.
    “I thought my Aunt was going to be the one picking me up.”
    “No ma’am she couldn’t leave the ranch right now so she sent me to stay with you. She is sending a buggy for you but it takes a while to get here from all the way out at the ranch.
    She ask me to ride ahead and keep you company till it arrives. If you don’t mind we can wait on the buggy at the café. I didn’t have much breakfast and I am starved.”
    She looked at him and thought to herself, “It doesn’t look to me like he has missed too many meals.”
    She didn’t know whether to go with this man or not but her aunt sent him so she should be all right. Besides that he was kind of cute looking. 
    He hadn’t introduced himself and Macy wasn’t sure who he was, she just knew he had that big gun on his side so she was going to do whatever he said.
    He scared her with his cold looks but he had a nice smile and he was cute in his western outfit.
    “A buggy in the twenty first century? What is this I have gotten myself into and what kind of an aunt is this time prefers buggies over cars, unlike normal people?” 
    Turk led her reluctantly to the café while her fear of him kept her away from walking to close to him.
    For all she knew he was taking her someplace to steal her jewels. No her aunt wouldn’t send a man in to meet her that couldn’t be trusted. The like of trust came from living in a big city like Boston. There was a lot of crime there.
    Turk was always a little uncomfortable around beautiful girls so he used his rough cowboy exterior to hide behind.
    He watched her out of the corner of his eye as they walked thinking to himself. “She sure is going to have a rough time making it in the west. I bet she has never been near a horse much less ridden one. She’ll have to be able to ride if she is going to work out at the ranch. She just looks too fragile for the rough country.”
    Turk noticed some men standing on the sidewalk watching her walk by. Her long smooth legs and short skirt was like looking at the centerfold of playboy to them. 
    All they ever saw there were women in jeans or cut offs with their butt cheeks hanging out with no makeup on. Most of them smelled like the horses they rode and the men in town had been with most of the unmarried girls.
    They weren’t used to seeing a beautiful sophisticated woman in town with all her jewelry shimmering in the sunlight.
    She remained oblivious to their stares. She ignored stranger’s looks when she walked anywhere hoping they wouldn’t speak to her. She didn’t like to speak to common people on the street.
    She walked with her head held high and one foot in front of the other like a model walking down a runway.
    Turk returned their looks with a look that could curl the toenails up and make their hair fall out.
    They quickly turned away trying not to antagonize Turk.
    His reputation as a fighter preceded him. He loved to duke it out with the men that crossed him.
    Turk and Macy walked into the café and got a table in front of the window so they could watch for the buggy.
    She had never been in a common diner so she wondered about the cleanliness of the place.
    Macy stood by her chair waiting for Turk to pull it out for her.
    Turk pulled out his own chair and sat down while motioning for her to be seated.
    Macy sat down and said, “In Boston a gentleman seats a lady before seating himself.”
    He grinned and replied, “Out here we don’t have no gentleman. There are only men. They are hardworking and they expect a woman to pull her own weight.
    If a woman wants respect from her man she tags along where he wants to go and she sees to his every need. Those are the women that make good wives.”
    Macy was appalled, she could tell from that statement he was a male chauvinist pig. Maybe that’s how they talked in Texas but the men in Boston would never speak to a lady like that. Macy could immediately feel the blood rush to her face. She wasn’t about to let him get away with