Page 67 of Wrangling a Wild Texan

And so did Fiona’s. She thanked God every day for bringing Mimi to Wilder. Ima had kept her word to Mrs. Fields and never told her daughter who her father was. But shehadtold her daughter about a quaint Texas town where she’d once lived. Ithad been enough to get Mimi here. Falling in love with a Holiday had done the rest.

And if that wasn’t God’s plan, Fiona didn’t know what was.

“What are you thinking about, Fi?” Mimi asked as she floated on her back and looked up at the full moon.

She joined her sister in a float and took her hand. “How blessed we are.”

Mimi squeezed her hand. “That we are. There was a point where I thought all was lost. The ranch. My granddaughters. Now everyone is home where they belong and happily married with babies. Seven little girls to carry on the Holiday Ranch.”

Fiona didn’t doubt for a second that they would.

They might just be babies, and Sunny and Reid’s daughter only two months old, but Fiona could already tell that Holly Joy, Autumn Grace, Valentine Rose, America Hope, Glory Faith, Luna Catalina, and Spring Blossom were all going to be strong-willed, capable women like their mamas.

Mimi sighed with contentment. “Even in my dreams, I couldn’t have imagined a better happily-ever-after.”

Fiona had to agree. She had never thought in a million years that she’d have a sister and a big loving family.

“I guess that’s life for you, Mi,” she said. “It’s full of surprises.”

“It certainly is, Fi.” Mimi came up out of her float, her eyes glittering with mischief. “Have you ever tried a rope swing?”

THE END

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