Page 41 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“Hey, Dev. Jax… this is Priscilla Butler, she’s writing an article on me for Western Cowboy. She was supposed to follow me around on the circuit but you know how that went.”

“Yeah, damn Burke. Hello Priscilla, I’m Devin Callahan and this is my brother, Jaxon.” They both touched the brims of their hats in greeting.

She shook their hands and hoped she didn’t giggle like a teenager as she gazed up at these two gorgeous men. Both were as tall as Roark and had gray eyes, although Jaxon’s were so light, they almost appeared silver, and she swore she could see a profound sadness in them. A woman could get used to seeing all these gorgeous men in one area. “Nice to meet you both.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Jaxon said smiling. “Get yourselves some food. The rest of the family is over there. We’ll talk to you later.”

Roark slapped Jaxon on the back and nodded. “We’ll get food then head over.”

“Head over where?” Priscilla asked.

“To where the rest of the family’s sitting.”

“What will they think of you bringing me here?”

“Nothing. I’m thirty-two years old, darlin’. They’re not going to question why I have a woman with me.” He shook his head, grabbed her hand, and led her to the buffet. “I’m hungry.”

She followed along with him to the buffet, filled a plate then they both made their way across the barn to where the Callahan family sat. She was so nervous to meet them that she wasn’t watching so when Roark stopped, she almost plowed into him. She heard everyone saying hello to him then he pulled her around to stand beside him.

“This is Priscilla Butler, everyone. She’s a writer for Western Cowboy magazine. She was supposed to follow me around on the circuit but when Burke won, she decided to follow me around the ranch to put together a piece about what a bull rider does when he’s off the circuit.”

“Earl Sanders sent you?” an older man asked her.

“Yes, sir.” She nodded.

“Priscilla, this is my dad, Arden and my mom, Bridget. These are Reid’s parents, Declan and Catherina. Devin and Jaxon’s parents, Killian and Darcy, and that’s Uncle Liam, who’s not married. This is Reid’s fiancée, Lucy Albright, and her little boy, Zeke.”

“Z-man, Uncle Roark,” the little boy correctedhim, pronouncing Roark’s name asWoark.

“Sorry, Z-man,” Roark said grinning.

Priscilla crouched down and put her hand out to the little boy. “Hello, Z-man.”

“Hi.” He shook her hand then started hopping around on one foot.

Chuckling, Priscilla took a seat beside Lucy. She was a beautiful woman with dark hair and blue eyes.

“My son rarely stays still,” she said with a smile and a shoulder shrug.

“He’s adorable,” Priscilla said as she watched Zeke run around the table and jump on Declan Callahan’s lap.

“Thank you. He’s the spitting image of his daddy.”

“Are you ready for your wedding? I met Reid not too long ago.”

“Oh yeah, I’m so ready to marry him.” Lucy smiled.

“I’m sure you are. He loves you a lot. I could tell by the way he spoke about getting married.”

“The Callahan men are the best. They fall in love fast and love deep.”

Priscilla nodded and looked around. She saw Roark, Reid, Devin, and Jaxon standing against the wall talking. They were all so good-looking. In fact, the older Callahan men were too.

A short time later, Lucy talked her into to heading for the dance floor to line dance. When they were heading back to the table out of breath, Reid strolled toward Lucy, took her hand, and led her back to the dance floor when the band playedA Chanceby Kenny Chesney. Priscilla was sure she heard Lucy sigh.

“Would you like to dance?” Roark asked her from beside her, his arm coming around her waist.

“I’d love to,” she said smiling as Roark took her hand and led her to the dance floor. It was a beautiful night and she loved being in his arms. “I can’t wait to get back to your house.”

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