Page 51 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“You don’t want to stay over tonight?”

“You’re leaving Monday and I want to spend that time with you at home.”

“Me too. I can’t wait to get back and tell Earl I’m quitting.”

“Tell him you’ve had a better offer for the rest of your life.”

“Are you proposing?”

“I am, even though I said I wouldn’t.”

“What…” She cleared her throat. “What about bull riding?”

“I’m quitting. I won the buckle I wanted and I want to have a family with you.”

“Oh, I do love you, Roark Callahan… and I want kids too. Let’s get Z-man some cousins.”

Chapter Eleven

Roark laughed as he led her to the locker room where he quickly showered and changed clothes while she waited outside. Just like the first time he’d met her. Seemed like so long ago but it had only been three weeks. He’d known she was trouble the minute he looked at her practically begging him to allow her to follow him around the circuit. He needed to thank Earl Sanders for sending her to him or perhaps her mother for getting her the job, but whomever he needed to thank he was happy to have her in his life. He’d show her every day for as long as he lived.

When they arrived at the ranch, he parked the truck by the back door and looked over at her. She was asleep, her head resting against the seatback. He couldn’t help but stare at her. She was so beautiful and he was so in love with her. He’d never thought he’d fall so hard, but he had to admit that it was in the Callahan blood. Every one of the Callahan men had fallen hard and he was no exception. Smiling, he reached out and touched her hair. She stirred and opened her eyes, blinking the sleep away then looked at him and smiled. His heart slammed into his ribs.

“We’re home,” he said.

Priscilla sat up and yawned. “I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

“It’s all right, darlin’. I’m tired too, so let’s get some sleep.” He opened the door, the interior light came on, and he could see her mussed up hair but it looked so sexy. Too sexy for either of them to just go to sleep.

“Okay. I want to finish the article in the morning.If you’re good, I’ll let you read it.”

Roark winked. “You already know I’m good, sweetheart.” He chuckled when she blushed.

“You’re also very bad, Roark Callahan but that’s one thing I love about you.” She laughed and stepped out of the truck.

They entered the house together, greeted by Snowy who danced around then ran outside. Once he came back in, Roark and Priscilla headed to bed.

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The next morning, Priscilla sat at the kitchen table and stared at the screen of her laptop. She chewed on her bottom lip as she read over her article. Would Roark like it? Taking a deep breath, she blew it out and almost jumped out of her skin when the back door opened and Roark walked in. She watched as he removed his hat, hung it on the peg, and then ran his hand through his thick hair. Her fingers itched to do the same.

Pushing the chair back, she stood and walked to him. Snaking her arms around his neck, she stared into those gorgeous eyes then stood on her toes and kissed his lips. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her tight against him as he deepened the kiss. Moaning, she pulled back from him.

“I finished the article,” she said quietly.

“Is it good?” He kissed her forehead.

“Well, I think so but I want you to read it and tell me what you think.”

“Sure. You’ll want my honest opinion, right?” He grinned.

“Of course. I don’t want you telling me you like it if it sucks.”

Roark laughed. “I’ll always tell you the truth about everything.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, darlin’, I promise and I also promise to tell you I love you every day.”

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