An Honorable Texan
Christie Simmons put her Cadillac SRX into Park but didn't turn off the engine. She didn't plan to get out of the car unless a certain tall, tan, brown-haired rancher exited the ranch house and asked what the heck she was doing on his property.
She waited, but no one came out. Which meant he probably wasn't home yet.
But he was coming home, any day now. That's what his brother's fiancée had told her on the phone yesterday. That's what the nice waitress at the café in town had told her. Christie knew small towns had very active grapevines. By now, they'd probably be buzzing with news that a blond "city girl" had been asking about Cal Crawford.
A blond city girl with a nine-month-old baby, Christie corrected herself, turning to look at the rear-facing car seat. She could only see his cute little face in the special infant mirror attached to the backseat. Peter slept as he usually did when she drove long distances—just like a baby. If she stayed parked here too long, though, he'd awaken and want a bottle, some attention or his diaper changed. Maybe all three. She'd rather find a place to stay before Peter started fussing. A bed-and-bre ... read full excerpt from An Honorable Texan ebook
