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“They should both be boys,” Kat said, her voice a touch calmer.
Boston entered the room again, and this time he had a washcloth. “Should still be warm,” he said, passing it to the man who continued to wipe down the baby boy who had been born and was very unhappy about it. He passed linens back to Boston, who gave him one more clean towel, and he wrapped the baby in it and came over to Cora and Kat.
“Here you go, Kat,” he said, and he laid the tiny infant on her chest.
Kat started to sob again, and the first medical officer said, “We have one more baby to go.”
“Hold him so I can kiss him,” Kat said, and Cora lifted her son so she could do that. Then she cradled the baby against her own chest so Kat could deliver her second son.
Boston moved into the hall and then the master bathroom and back to the hall, prepping towels and washcloths, and for one moment, their eyes met. He offered her a warm smile, and Cora swore she fell all the way in love with him in that moment. She looked down at the baby in her arms, wondering if he wanted kids, and knowing that if she ever got pregnant, she would never live more than five minutes away from a hospital.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
Boston pulled up to the house he now shared with Cash and Beth. He was running late, of course, as he’d been doing all month. But he wouldn’t get the same flack for it from his cousins that he did from his parents, and honestly, Boston worried more about being late than they did.
The scent of something brown and delicious met him as he went up the front porch steps, and he called “Sorry I’m late,” the moment he walked in the front door.
“You’re fine,” Beth said from where she sat on one of the couches in the living room. “Cash is still in his meeting anyway.”
She got up and hugged Boston, and the two of them went into the kitchen.
Boston tossed his backpack into a chair at the dining room table. “Cash is in a meeting? For what?” He didn’t think his cousin had a trainer, manager, or coach right now, and he’d made no plans to leave Coral Canyon, or even this house, though the end of July loomed over them all.
“I think it was the National Rodeo Association,” she said. “He was trying to get clarification on how status works.” She opened the fridge and pulled out a bag of salad. “I don’t know. I might just be making that up.”
She’d probably know better than Boston, who really only seemed to sleep here, his schedule still a tiny bit crazy. He scoffed at his own assessment of what the past few weeks had been like.
Tiny bitwasn’t even close to how crazy things had been, especially since Kat had given birth to her twins. He hadn’t seen Cora for more than fifteen minutes since then, and never alone.
Boston had never considered himself impatient or jealous until this summer, until Cora.
“I’m gonna go shower,” he said, and Beth nodded him out of the kitchen.
He worried that he’d made a mistake by leaving Silver Sage and coming to stay with Cash for the month, at least when it came to Cora. He knew his cousin needed him, but he feared being off-site had done some damage to his still-new relationship.
As he got the day’s sweat and straw off his skin and out of his hair, he had the distinct thought that plenty of people managed to make long distance relationships work, and that him living twenty minutes down the road from Silver Sage wasn’t the real reason he and Cora hadn’t been able to get together.
Or why they hadn’t made time go see Little Brown Bear Stream, or snuggle together on the couch the way they had when they first met, or really advance their relationship at all in the way that Boston would like.
Her sister had hadtwobabies, and her mother had basically stopped doing anything at Silver Sage. All of it fell to Cora, except the highest-level management items, and most of those involved guests who’d been to the lodge for years and wanted to see and talk to Mae, and no one else.
Not only that, but Kat did plenty around the property, and all of that had stopped the moment she’d gone into labor. Cora had been picking up that slack too. Having two babies to carefor, both of whom were born at home and then had to be transported to the hospital and checked, required the attention of her husband as well, and that meant Jeremy had been out of commission for the past week as well.
Boston couldn’t—and didn’t—blame them. It simply meant that Cora only had twenty-four hours in the day, and she only spent her time in her office or on Family Row.
The fifteen minutes Boston had actually been able to sit down with her had been for a lunch he’d scheduled with her the way he would a client—and she’d gotten called out of the meal to handle a staffing emergency.
They had a staffing emergency, all right, and it was that Cora was doing everything.
As he toweled dry and brushed his teeth, Boston looked at himself in the mirror. He’d hated his blonde hair and blue eyes growing up, but now he loved them. He didn’t have to look like the Youngs to be a Young, something that had taken him a long time to learn and understand.
Out in the kitchen, he found Cash sitting at the bar, grinning like a fool at something on his phone.
“Howdy, friend,” he said, and Cash looked up and smiled at him. Boston suddenly knew why his cousin had so many admirers on the rodeo circuit. He possessed a ton of charm and charisma, and he got up and hugged Boston.
“Hey, you’re here.”
