Page 53 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

Roark had loved the article and she couldn’t wait to hand it in then tell Earl she was quitting. A noise behind her had her turning around to see Roark leaning against the doorjamb of the living room entrance—arms folded across his broad chest and his booted feet crossed at the ankles. His hat sat low on his forehead making him look as dangerous as he was sexy. Then again, his sexiness was what made him so dangerous.

If someone had told her someday she’d fall for a cowboy, she would have scoffed at them. No way would she want that…but look at the man. She was a lot of things but crazy wasn’t one of them and she loved this cowboy more than anything beyond. She couldn’t wait to tell her mother about him.

“Are you ready?” Roark asked her.

“Not really, but I know I have to go.” She sighed and walked to him then wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her head on his shoulder. His arms encircled her.

“Only good thing is you’ll be back real soon, and then we’ll get married.”

“Married, huh? You sure you want to marry me?”

“Of course, I do. Isn’t that what people in love do?”

“They do.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she said, stood on her toes and kissed him.

Roark sighed against her lips. “Let’s go. Uncle Declan will be waiting.”

“You didn’t have to have him fly me back.”

“Why not? It’s the family jet and you’re going to be family.” He picked up her suitcases and nodded for her to go ahead of him.

Priscilla blinked back tears from her eyes and walked to the kitchen then stopped to pet Snowy. She swore even the dog was sad. Taking a deep breath, she headed outside to the truck. Roark stowed her suitcases in the backseat then held the door for her. After climbing in, she put her seatbelt on and wiped the tears from her cheeks before he climbed in behind the wheel. This was ridiculous. She would be coming back to him.

Roark drove them to his uncle’s ranch where they kept the jet and parked his truck. He looked over at her and she looked at him, tears welling up again.

“Don’t cry. We’ll be together again in no time.”

“Can’t you come with me? Maybe stay a few days?”

“I can’t stay a few days but I can spend the night, if Uncle Declan doesn’t mind staying over.”

“Can you ask him?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled at her and opened the door then stepped out.

She saw Catherina Callahan at the top of the steps of the jet. Priscilla waved when she stepped from the truck and Catherina waved back. All of them were so nice to her. She was thrilled that shewas going to be a part of this family. She wished she could have stayed long enough for Lucy and Reid’s wedding but Earl demanded she return so he could go over the article and fix her mistakes, or so he’d said.God, he was such a dick.

“Hello, Priscilla,” Declan said to her in his friendly Irish brogue.

“Hello, Mister Callahan.”

“Declan or Uncle Declan will do,” he said and winked at her.

Roark laughed. “Are you psychic, Uncle Declan?”

“Just know love when I see it.”

“I was thinking of coming along for the ride if you can swing staying overnight? If not, I can get a commercial flight back.”

Declan turned to Catherina. “Can we stay overnight, Cat?”

“I don’t have any clothes with me,” she told him.

Declan looked at Roark, grinned then turned back to her. “Who says you’ll need any?”

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