The Cowboy's Secret Son
BILLS. Bills. And more bills.
Abby Stafford sighed as she flipped through the mail. In the kitchen, dinner waited to be cooked, and in the living room Robbie watched TV impatiently. She could hear his favorite show blaring as he sang along in a high-pitched, slightly off-key voice.
If it weren't for the snack she'd given him, he'd be trailing her around the apartment like a puppy dog looking for his dinner. Robbie was only four and a half, but she affectionately referred to him as "the bottomless pit." Just like his daddy, she thought. Still, he was the center of her world.
A knock on the door interrupted her as she flipped through the phone bill. It had to be Gail again. No matter how many times Abby had told her neighbor she wasn't interested in a double blind date, the woman didn't seem to get it.
She swung open the door, not bothering to lift her eyes from the printout. "I've told you before, Gail, I'm not going."
"And I'm not Gail."
The timbre of the voice was unmistakable, the slight drawl too familiar. Before she could even look up, the mail slipped from her hands, floating softly to the wood floor. Abby thou ... read full excerpt from The Cowboy's Secret Son ebook
