Texas-Sized Trouble. Delores Fossen

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СКАЧАТЬ was certain Roman would indeed get the point across. He hadn’t lost that bad-boy edge.

      “Plus, I don’t really like hanging around at Heavenly Pastures,” Roman added in a grumble.

      “But you came to see Dylan,” she pointed out.

      “Lucian’s threatening the lawsuit again, says he’s thinking about bringing in livestock and making this place a full-scale working ranch again. I came out here to attempt a bud-nipping.”

      Oh. That. The lawsuit generated a lot of gossip, but from what Eve could tell, it was something Lucian had been threatening for years.

      “Did you succeed?” she asked.

      “No. If Lucian wins, you could have cattle or horses right in your backyard.”

      “Better than horns or paparazzi.”

      He smiled at her. “Are you okay?”

      She considered a lie or a smidge of BS but went with the truth. “Most days. I stay busy,” she amended.

      “Yep, a baby can do that.” He knew that firsthand, too, because Roman had become a father when he was a teenager. “And I’ve heard your charity foundation keeps you working hard.”

      It did, but thankfully no one in town had made the connection that the foundation helped pregnant teens. Nor were they aware it was something she knew about firsthand.

      Of course, unlike a lot of teens, she’d had plenty of money when she had been carrying Tessie. Plenty afterward, too, from her residuals off the reruns of Demon High and the investments she’d made from her salary during the show’s run. And she’d had some support.

      Sort of.

      Cassidy had been there for her, and the studio had worked hard to keep the pregnancy a secret so she could continue doing Demon High. The studio’s motives, though, had been driven not by her well-being but by profit. Sponsors would have dropped the show if they’d learned the costar was a pregnant teenager.

      “You’ve been busy, too,” Eve commented.

      Roman nodded, pointed to his wedding ring. “I heard hell froze over that day.”

      “And I heard the sound of hundreds of broken hearts.”

      “Hearts mend. Those women who’d once been interested in me have already moved on to Dylan. And Lawson.”

      She hoped she didn’t look too shocked by Lawson’s name being mentioned in the same sentence with Dylan, the reigning king of heartbreakers. “I thought most women in town wanted Lawson to get back together with Darby.”

      “They do,” he readily admitted. “Those are the women going after Dylan. Lawson’s getting attention from the rest, those not on Team Darby. In case you’re wondering, there’s a Team Eve, too.”

      She’d missed that particular tidbit of gossip. “Who’s on that team?”

      Roman smiled. “Me.”

      “I’m not sure you count,” she said under her breath. Since Roman was already heading out the door, Eve followed him out onto the porch. “Any idea when Lawson will be back?”

      “I figure another week, maybe less. He’s had time to look at every bull, steer, heifer and calf in the whole state.”

      It sure seemed like it.

      Since she couldn’t figure out a subtle way to put this, she just put it out there. “Mary Ellen Betterton, the nurse at the pediatrician’s office, said she thought Lawson and Darby were getting back together. He apparently called her last week on her birthday, and Mary Ellen thought that was a good sign.”

      Roman blew out a long breath. “You know how confused and frustrated you’re feeling about Lawson?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “Well, he feels the same way about you. Of course, he’d rather eat that rabid stuffed horse than admit it. That’s my way of saying, don’t read anything into what Lawson’s doing right now. He’s just trying to sort it all out.”

      Those were very wise words, and Eve brushed another kiss on his cheek to let him know that. “Thanks.”

      He shrugged in that lazy way that only he or a Greek god could have managed. “It’s good to have you home, Eve.”

      It was good to be home, but the jury was still out on whether or not anyone other than Roman and she felt that way.

      By the time Eve made it back inside, Cassidy had already taken Aiden to the nursery, and she was carrying the pair of baby monitors—one of which she handed to Eve. It had seemed like overkill for both of them to have monitors, but Cassidy had a suite upstairs where she did her paintings for the illustrations for kids’ books. That way, if Cassidy was on a roll with the artwork, she could signal Eve to get the baby.

      Not that Eve was far from him anyway.

      Her bedroom and office were right next to Aiden’s bedroom, and the baby napped in her arms almost as often as he did in his crib.

      “Your housewarming gift,” Cassidy reminded her, and she handed her the box.

      Eve opened it and saw the binoculars. Not the cheap kids’ kind. These looked more like something the military would use on recon missions. There was a note attached.

      “‘Go to your family room bay window and look out,’” she read aloud.

      With Cassidy following her, Eve did indeed go to the window, and she set aside the box so she could adjust the focus on the binoculars. After she’d done that, she had a zoomed-in view of Lawson’s house.

      Eve rolled her eyes and handed the binoculars to Cassidy so she could have a look, as well. “Good choice of gifts. Well, it will be if and when Hot Cowboy comes back.” She shifted the binoculars toward the road. “In the meantime, I’ll be content with memories of Roman.”

      “You don’t have to settle for memories,” Eve reminded her. “I know you won’t date actors, but there’s none around here. Plenty of cowboys though.”

      “Hmm. Maybe the elusive Lucian, then? I’ve yet to see him, but if he’s as hot as Roman, Lawson and Dylan, then it might be fun to have a late-summer fling with him.”

      Eve couldn’t shake her head fast enough. Cassidy had been burned more than a couple of times by falling for the wrong man, and Lucian was almost certainly in that wrong man category.

      “Lucian isn’t the summer-flinging type,” Eve told her.

      Cassidy gave her a flat look. “I keep hearing what a badass ass he is, but are you saying he doesn’t have sex?”

      “I’m sure he does, but it’d be like playing with fire while running with scissors and skating on thin ice.”

      The flat look turned to a sly smile. “Or it could be like taking the bull by the horns while taking time to smell the roses and sowing some oats.” She paused. “Unless there’s another Granger I don’t know about yet.”

      “Reed,” СКАЧАТЬ