Adler James (Real Cowboys Love Curves Book 1) by Christa Wick

Author:Christa Wick [Wick, Christa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-03T23:00:00+00:00

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Scrolling through production reports that Sage had automated, Adler pretended to work. It was hard going with the woman one room away. His mind kept drifting to the words he had spoken on her first day two weeks prior and how to make amends for the mistrust those words had demonstrated.

In contrast, Sage apparently had no problem staying productive. Somehow, without banning him to the stables, her skill with the spreadsheets had winnowed down the amount of time he actually needed to be in the office to a day and a half a week. All the tapping at the keyboard next door would soon have him down to half a day before her thirty days were over—and most of that time would be spent signing a few big checks for suppliers and endorsing checks from buyers for deposit.

Boots echoed down the hall. He glanced at the clock on his computer. Quarter past three meant it was too early for Jake to be back from the pens or pastures. Lindy would most likely be in the kitchen thinking about dinner preparations. What bowls to get out, was the meat thawed. Copely usually called before he came up to the house, so it wasn’t likely to be him.

“Hey,” Siobhan chirped. “Wanna go out tonight?”

Adler didn’t lift his head at the cheerful voice or invitation. Siobhan wasn’t speaking to him. She had stopped one door before his. She was poking her head in Sage’s office.

“Are we going to chase lightning bugs?” Sage quipped.

Adler winced at how light her voice sounded. Open, too, not guarded like when she was speaking with him.

He had messed up bad, no doubt about it. Her notes alone should have demonstrated to him that Leah was safe to leave with her. Throughout the hare-brained plans she had sketched out, Leah’s safety and future well-being had clearly been paramount. It was just plain stupid that she thought the toddler would be better off without Sage in her life.

“Sorta,” Siobhan teased. “You know lightning bugs are looking to attract mates when their butt shines, right.”

Sage snorted then coughed until her breathing was down to a thin wheeze. Siobhan entered the room and thumped her on the back a few times.

“You owe me a new keyboard,” Sage laughed. “And, no, I don’t want to lather my bottom with Day-Glo paint or whatever it is you’re proposing.”

“Dancing, chickpea. Jake said you’re an awesome dancer.”

Still pretending to scroll through the reports, Adler lifted his brows. Half the family was learning something new about Sage every day. He only heard things second hand because of all the space he was giving the woman.

“That was a long time ago,” Sage countered. “Grooving to the Hot Dog Song when we were kids hardly qualifies as being an awesome dancer.”

“Not buying it.” The love seat protested as Siobhan plopped down on it. The whump of denim jeans smacking against the leather cushions was followed by the heels of Siobhan’s boots hitting the surface of Sage’s wooden desk. “Come

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