Dallas and the Cowboy (Triple C Cowboys Book 5) by Linda Goodnight

Author:Linda Goodnight [Goodnight, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LJG Publishing LLC
Published: 2018-06-13T16:00:00+00:00

Dallas knew Lawson had been kidding, but she seriously thought she might throw up. She’d never been this nervous. What if they hated her on sight? What if someone said something really cruel about her mother? About her? What would she do?

She was so glad Lawson was at her side. His strength and humor were exactly what she needed at the moment. It didn’t hurt that under a Wrangler fleece jacket, he looked really handsome in a gray plaid shirt, faded blue jeans and cowboy boots. Nice. Tummy-tingling nice.

They passed through a spotlessly clean living room of dark wood furniture, through an enviable, gleaming kitchen, and toward the voices. Her radio experience picked up the nuances of conversation, the inflections, the innuendoes. So far, so good.

As she entered the room, she saw a sea of faces. Lots of them. Her pulse trembled.

Conversations stopped. Only for a second, but long enough to shoot another jolt of panic through Dallas’s bloodstream. Quickly, the noise returned, this time in greetings as two women rose from a leather couch and came toward her. She recognized them from the photos Wyatt had shown her. Connie and Emily.

Connie, a lovely, mature Latina with shots of silver along the sides of mid-length dark brown hair, stretched out her hands. Dallas, not knowing what else to do, took them. They were as warm as the woman’s smile.

“Welcome,” Connie said, with a Spanish accent. “We have been waiting for you. You are Dallas, no?”

“Yes. Dallas Langley. And you must be Connie.” She looked at the other woman. “And you’re Emily.” My half sister, but she didn’t say that part. She’d let the family make the first moves in that respect.

Lawson held her coat while she slid it off. She could feel him hovering nearby, quietly protective. Though it was a by-product of his career, she was touched, and his appeal rating scooted up another notch.

“I showed her some family photos,” Wyatt said as he took a seat beside his petite fiancé. Try as she might, Dallas couldn’t remember the woman’s name. Her little boy either, but he was cute, snuggled in between his mother and Wyatt.

“Forgive me, please, if I falter. This has been a lot to absorb. But,” she added quickly, “I’m honored to meet all of you.”

From there, she, a woman who made a living talking, didn’t know what to say or do other than take a seat next to Lawson on yet another couch, this one in a cushy Apache print. The large room was packed with couples and kids, along with Connie and Gilbert, who were long-time employees but behaved and were treated like family members. That gave her hope that she could at least be friends with her father’s other children.

Somehow, she carried on conversations over coffee and dark chocolate cake while being amused by the antics of a set of precocious identical twin girls, Sophia and Olivia, and the well-behaved little boy, Braden, son of Wyatt’s fiancé, Marley. She’d picked up the names as she’d listened and watched, but she’d have to work on remembering everyone.

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