Page 65 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“I do. All right. I’ll get my uncle to fly me out there. If I don’t see you, have a nice vacation.”

“I will and I expect a wedding when I return. I’mgoing to love being your mother-in-law. Bye Roark.” She hung up.

Roark laughed. He was beginning to see that the Butler women were both a force to be reckoned with, so he’d better get used to it.

The next day, Roark drove a rented SUV to where Priscilla was staying. Jackie had kept her word and let the guard at the gate know he would be coming. He found his way to the condo, and parked the vehicle out front. Sitting there, he stared at the front door.

What if she didn’t want him anymore? What if she told him to leave? Not that he wouldn’t deserve it if she did, but he wasn’t leaving until he talked to her. He needed to make her see just how much he loved her. He opened the door of the SUV, stepped out and walked to the door. Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell.

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Priscilla sat on the sofa eating ice cream from the container. If she kept this up, she’d need a new wardrobe. She jerked in surprise when the doorbell rang and the ice cream on the spoon fell onto her shirt then to her lap. She wiped at it with a paper towel and smeared the chocolate on her chest and sweatpants.Who in the world?

She supposed it most likely was a neighbor. After all, no one could get through the front gate without her expecting them, and she wasn’t expecting anyone. Setting the container down, she dragged her sad body up off the sofa and walked to the door. When she opened it, she quickly closed it again when she saw Roark standing on the stoop. She couldn’t—not now.

“Priscilla? Open the door.”

“There’s no one here,” she called out.

“I saw you,” he said and she could hear laughter in his voice.

“That was a figment of your imagination.”

“I’m not leaving. Open the door or I’ll just camp out here.”

Taking a deep breath, she looked down at her T-shirt with ice cream stains on it. Her hair was up in a messy bun but she was sure he’d seen her looking worse.Oh, yeah? When?

“Never,” she muttered as she opened the door.God!He looked so good.

“Can I come in?” he asked as he leaned against the doorjamb with his arms folded across his broad chest and his hip cocked. His hat sat low on his forehead and those jeans were sinful the way they fit him. Total cowboy.

“Yeah, I guess so.” She shrugged.

He straightened up and strode past her then turned to look at her when she closed the door. His eyes moved over her and his lips twitched as he looked down at her feet.

“What? You don’t like my bunny slippers?”

“I love you in anything, darlin’, and I especially love you out of anything.”

“What?”

“I knowyoudidn’t put that personal stuff in the article. Jaxon told me you called him, and that Earl called him to apologize too.”

“Mom had a hand in that.”

“I figured as much.” He stepped closer to her and cupped her face in his hands. “I love you. I’ve missed you like crazy. Please come home to me. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen when you said you didn’t know anything about what I was yelling at you over.I let my prideful stupidity get the better of me when I should have known you wouldn’t do something like that. Can you ever forgive me for not listening to you? For thinking you’d lie to me or betray my trust?”

“Of course I can, because I love you so much, Roark.”

Roark leaned down and pressed his lips to hers then his hands moved down her back to her ass and he squeezed it as he pulled her to him.

“Darlin’, I’ll never doubt you again. I can’t tell you how miserable I’ve been without you. I should have listened to you instead of letting my temper take over and think the worst. You’ll come home with me, right?”

“I’ve missed you too. I love you and yes, I will come home with you. I can’t wait to get back and plan our wedding.”

“I hope you want a fast one because I’m not in the mood for waiting.”

“I don’t want to wait either.” Priscilla put her arms around his neck, stood on her toes, and kissed his lips. “Take me home, Roark Callahan. I finally have a cowboy of my own again. Oh, that reminds me… how was the wedding?”

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