Page 32 of Cowboy Breaking Point

As he led her to the study to get Dove, Rain wrinkled her nose. “This house is kind of atrocious.”

“It’s got great bones.”

“My sister thinksyou’vegot great bones.”

Dove stepped out of the study. “I heard that, Rain. Stop talking about us.”

He could see that even if he didn’t want Dove all to himself, he needed to separate the sisters to keep them from fighting. They’d been living in close quarters for weeks and were probably on each other’s nerves in a big way.

He twitched his head toward the staircase. To his shock, the sisters grew quiet as they ascended the stairs. When he looked back, he caught Dove running her hand along the smooth wood railing as though she appreciated the carvings as much as he always did.

The first room they came to, he opened the door and set Rain’s bag inside. “This is you.”

Rain poked her head in first. “It’s small.”

“The smallest bedroom usually served as a nursery to the new baby in a big family. My father and all my aunts and uncles slept here, then when they all grew up and left home, my grandmother used it as her sewing room.”

Rain sniffed as her gaze landed on the old sewing machine and table in a corner. “I see that. This is worse than the closet.”

“Rain—” Dove broke off as if questioning whether or not it was worth her time to give her sister hell for her comment.

“Can we discuss my toiletries?” she asked.

“Sure. Just keep them in the bathroom,” he said.

“No. I no longer have any, remember?”

He scrubbed a finger over his upper lip. “We’ll get you some.”

“There’s only one bed. Where is Dove supposed to sleep?”

He stood inches away from his lover. When he faced her, her big, gray-blue eyes were fixed on his face.

“Across the hall.” He tilted his head toward the hall and then took a step toward his own room. The sisters trailed after him.

When he pushed open the door, Rain let out a gasp. “Dove gets the updated master suite with a king-sized bed?”

“I don’t need this,” Dove argued, backing away from the door. “Rain can have it. I’ll take the sewing room.”

He fixed her in his stare. “You’re staying in here…with me.”

Rain’s lips rounded into anO.

Dove drew back her shoulders. “Mighty bold of you to assume I’ll share a bed with you.”

The world faded, and he only had eyes for Dove. “Look what happens to you when we’re apart.” He let his gaze skim her hair before reaching out to brush the pad of his thumb over the dark circles under her eye. “Look what happened to me,” he continued, turning the attention on himself.

She made a small noise in the back of her throat. He was distantly aware that Rain hurried into the sewing room and quietly closed the door. It might be the first time ever that such a thing happened, but he was glad that she chose now.

He cradled Dove’s beautiful face in one palm. “We never should be away from each other.”

“Now you’re on Rain’s side? Saying I make bad decisions.” She searched his eyes.

His chest burned. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

With deliberate slowness, he leaned in and captured her lips. Giving her time to end it and hoping like hell she didn’t.

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