Page 64 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“Roark, go after her. Don’t let the love of your life go.”

“I can’t trust her.”

“It was off the record,” Jaxon said.

“It was but—wait—how did you know that?”

“She called me and told me.”

“And you believed her?”

“You sure don’t have much faith in the woman you love.”

“She could have just told you that for some other reason.”

“True but when Sanders called, I knew she told the truth. Hell, he’s the one I don’t trust. I don’t even think he did it to take the blame off her. I asked him why he called me and after a lot of hemming and hawing, he finally told me his boss, the owner of the magazine, told him to call me and apologize.”

“He did?” At Jaxon’s nod, he went on. “Did you accept his apology?”

“Hell no. I told him to fuck off and hung up. Go to California and bring Priscilla back to where she belongs. You love her and she loves you. She belongs here with you. Go.”

“If she’ll talk to me. I never even listened when she tried to tell me she didn’t know what I was talking about.”

“Just like I didn’t believe you when you said it either. She’ll forgive you because she loves you. I did.Nowgo!”

Roark hugged his cousin then they both strode from the barn. As he entered the house, he heard Jaxon’s truck start up then he headed for the shower, but stopped when his phone rang. Helooked at it and saw it was a private number.Who?

“Hello?”

“Is this Roark Callahan?” a feminine voice asked.

“Yes, ma’am, who is this?”

“Jackie Butler, Priscilla’s mother.”

“Is something wrong with Priscilla?” His heart hit his stomach.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry, hon, didn’t mean to upset you worse. I just wanted to tell you that youneedto call her. She didn’t put that information about Jaxon in the article.”

“I know.”

“You know? How?”

“Jaxon just told me.”

“Then why aren’t you calling her?”

“Hadn’t had a chance, Jackie. I just came in from working in the barn and wanted to grab a shower first.”

“Well, I seemed to have jumped the gun then,” she said laughing.

Roark chuckled. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll call her as soon as I clean up.”

“No, don’t call her. Just come and get her.”

“Do you think she’ll see me, if I do?”

“She won’t have a choice. I’m leaving for a vacation in Italy and she’ll be here alone. She’s staying with me because she lost her job and can’t find another one. Although, I have to admit that I told her not to bother looking—yet. I’m still hoping for you two. I’ll have the guard at the gate let you in then you two can talk. She loves you, Roark, and I know you love her.”

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