A Cowboy At Heart (A Chair At The Hawkins Table Book 7) by Angel Smits

Author:Angel Smits [Smits, Angel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Christian Stories, Faith Based, Inspirational Reads, Love Inspired, Bachelor, Single Woman, Hearts Desire, Clean & Wholesome, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Small Town & Rural Area, Beautiful & Feisty, Cowboy & Western Romance, A Chair At The Hawkins Table Series, Searching For Lost Grandfather
Publisher: Harlequin Heartwarming; Original Edition
Published: 2019-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

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TREY SHOT TO his feet and made for the kitchen. Lisa frowned. Why did he bolt whenever she started asking more about his past?

“Here.” Trey’s arm appeared in front of her a few moments later, a thick stone mug in his hand.

“I’m not really thirsty.”

“My mom says there’s always time for a cup of warmth. Here. It’ll help take the chill off.”

She curled both hands around the mug. The heat melted into her, reaching through her fingers and up her arms. She sighed. Heaven.

He walked around the couch, and instead of settling beside her, he took the big overstuffed chair. He had a matching cup in his hand, the steam rising in front of his face. She stared at him for a long minute—until he turned his gaze to her. Their eyes caught again and held.

She was the first to look away, staring down into the drink. She frowned. She smelled chocolate and something else. She took a tentative sip as much to taste as to distract herself from wondering what he was thinking, what was behind his eyes.

The drink was delicious. And not like anything she’d ever had. “What did you put in here?” She didn’t hide the suspicion in her voice.

He laughed. “Arsenic?” At her wide-eyed glare, he laughed even harder. “Some touches my mom used to add. Brandy. And a little cream.”

Recovering, barely, she took another, bigger, sip. It was delicious. “Don’t put this in the morning coffee,” she warned him. “Or I’ll never get anything done.”

She took her time finishing her beverage. The warmth of the drink was partially to blame for her growing lethargy, as was the alcohol he’d added to it. Finished, she set the cup on the scarred end table. A comfortable drowsiness settled in, and she didn’t even bother to stop her gaze from roaming to him.

“Why are you here, Trey?” she asked before she could stop herself.

“Uh, we’re looking for your grandfather, remember?” He was laughing at her again.

“No.” She leaned forward, the blanket slipping down off her shoulder. The room was comfortable now, and she was no longer cold. “In Telluride. Why did you come here? You’re not from here.”

“What gave it away? The boots?” He grinned at her, stacking his feet on the old coffee table. His boots were across the room, and she glanced over at them, noting the scuffed leather. Well worn, the dark brown boots had seen better days.

“That—and the accent. You said Texas, right?”

“Yeah.” He still had some drink left, and he stared down into it. Was he wondering how much to tell her? If he should lie? “I came here to build a life for myself. Away from my family.” His words were soft, and yet she didn’t miss the harshness.

She watched as the firelight danced, creating and erasing shadows over his features. She shouldn’t notice, but—the man was fine. She almost laughed at herself. Then gulped, hoping she hadn’t said her thoughts out loud. When he didn’t react, she breathed a sigh of relief.

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