Page 3 of Tempted By the Broken Cowboy
“I just need you to hand him my proposal,” I plead.
“No.”
“Please, Landon.”
“I said no, Quinn.”
“Fine, then at least let me come with you. I’ll give it to him myself,” I insist.
“No! Are you crazy? Do you know how much I had to beg them to let me tag along, and now you want me to show up with my baby sister? Are you trying to get me ostracized?” He scolds, walking toward his closet to pack a bag.
“I am not a baby. Please, Landon.”
“No! And stop asking. I’m not budging on this.” He asserts, and I realize that there’s no bargaining with him.
No wonder he’s friends with the Morgans—he’s just as stubborn as they are. He was probably born into the wrong family.
“Fine, I’ll do it myself,” I grumble as I turn to leave his room.
“Good luck with that,” he yells after me just before I slam his bedroom door closed.
If Landon thinks he’s gotten the last word, then he has another thing coming. I don’t need him to bring me with him—I can just show up there myself. All I need to do is follow him.
Tailing Landon is not as hard as they make it out to be in the movies. This boy barely checks his mirrors, so he has no idea that I’m behind him the whole time. The meetup location ends up being the Morgan family’s private airfield. There’s a row of private jets and helicopters in the hangars, but a white Bombardier Challenger 650 is on the runway, so I assume that’s what they’ll be using.
I park a good distance away, grab the proposal, and exit my car with a confident strut. For months, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for, so I better not waste it.
“Dude, you brought your sister?” Beckett Morgan, Landon’s best friend, exclaims, noticing me behind him.
Beck is the fourth Morgan brother and the second to last born. He and Landon have been best friends since their junior rodeo days since they are both bareback riders. They have the perfect bromance because they both love women, drugs, and living dangerously, though I hear Beck loves his drugs a bit too much.
He is also my sworn enemy due to an interaction between us a few years ago that didn’t end well. But I am not here for him, so he is the least of my concerns.
“Sister?” Landon asks, confused, before turning around to find me standing behind him. “Quinn, what are you doing here? I told you no.”
I grin and wave sheepishly at him. “And I heard you. I’m here for myself,” I reply, looking around for the one Morgan I’m here for.
I hear laughter coming from inside the jet, and before either of the two besties can stop me, I take off up the steps leading into the plane. Inside, I find Zane, the groom; the youngest Morgan sibling and only daughter, Ella; and the man I am here for, Jace. I ignore the other two and make a beeline for him.
He looks up, surprised to see me, so I quickly rush to introduce myself. “Mr. Morgan, I’m—“
“Miss Atwood, I didn’t know you’d be joining us,” he says, interrupting me.
Of course he knows who I am. That should help me, right?
“I’m not, sir. I just wanted a few minutes of your time to give you this. It’s a—“
He lifts his hand and stops me. “The fifty-million-dollar investment proposal?”
I smile enthusiastically, pleased that he’s familiar with it. “Yes, you’ve read it?”
He nods. “Yes, Miss Atwood, I’ve read all your emails. It’s quite impressive.”
I cannot hide the annoyance in my voice from his response. “Then why haven’t you gotten back to me?”
Instead of looking annoyed by my disrespect, he smiles and leans back in his seat. “Because this proposal benefits you, but it’s of no value to me or my family.”
“You’ll be investing in Wrangler Creek, and once the project starts running, you will get your money’s worth back and then some,” I insist, knowing I’ll be the one gaining more but still needing him to agree.
