I heard Vince squeal his delight from the back, thrilled with the success of their plan.
I spotted Hunter winking at him, approving of his job well done. He stared into my eyes again, his green, captivating eyes stealing my heart. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks as he spoke, continuing what he had to say.
“Ms. Kylie Tomms. You are the most incredible woman in the world. You’ve stood beside Vince as his mother, and you’ve supported me like you were already my wife. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and you’ve loved me for who I am. I cannot imagine living even a day without you beside me, Kylie.” He took a deep breath as my heart pounded in my chest. “Be my wife. Marry me, baby.”
My whole body filled with a joy that I could explain. “Yes!”
He put the ring on my finger and stood up, pulling me close and kissing me. “Good. I wasn’t sure what plan B was if you said no.”
Vince snickered behind us.
I pulled Hunter close and kissed him again. “I would never say no to you. I love you with all of my heart.”
“I love you more than you love me, pretty girl.”
Vince ran to embrace us, kissing my cheek after he kissed his father’s. “I have the best family in the world!”
I wrapped my arms around both of them and hugged them tightly. “Yes you do, and I’m glad it’s my family too.”
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COWBOY BOSS
By Claire Adams
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 Claire Adams
Chapter One
Pete
Friday
I kicked back in my chair and put my feet up on the porch railing. This was my favorite time of day: right after breakfast, reading the paper I picked up in town after rustling up some breakfast, sipping on a mug of stale coffee with my scrappy old mutt lying next to me. It was going to get hot and sticky later in the afternoon, but right now, the weather was mild with a light breeze. Just the way I liked it, in other words.
“You ever do any work, Pete?”
I looked up to see Lacey standing on the bottom step up to the porch, grinning like the troublemaker she was. She had on the usual — a worn flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, a pair of blue jeans, and her old brown cowboy boots. Her light hair was pulled back and hidden beneath her dusty cowboy hat, nothing but a thick yellow braid sticking out of the back. She was one of the best riders in the county, male or female, and she knew her way around a ranch.
“A man’s got to stay up on current events,” I said, smiling, too. “There’s coffee inside if you want it.”
She stepped up onto the porch, bent to scratch Riley behind the ear, and took the seat next to me. “I don’t want any of that stale crap you call coffee.”
“Suit yourself.” That meant more for me, anyway.
“You have to be the only twenty-eight-year-old who actually reads the newspaper. My granddaddy doesn’t even read it, and he’s nearly eighty.”
Laughing, I went back to looking at my paper, even though I knew I wasn’t going to get much reading done with her around. “Ain’t nothing wrong with reading the paper. I don’t have time to read anything else with how busy the ranch keeps me.”
She sat back in her chair, stretching her long legs so she could rest her heels on the porch railing, too. “I sure was sorry to see Sandy go.”
“Yep,” I said, dipping my head into a nod. “Me, too.” Sandy was a quarter horse Lacey’d trained from the time she came to the ranch as a gun-shy filly. She'd left a top notch, fearless barrel racer. I tried to keep from getting too attached to the horses we raised and sold here, but Sandy had been a favorite of mine. It had been hard letting her go. But I couldn’t turn down the money she’d fetched. I had to keep this ranch up and running. That sometimes meant making hard choices.