Harlequin Love Inspired May 2020--Box Set 1 of 2 by Emma Miller

Author:Emma Miller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

By Friday, Holly and Dixie had settled into a routine. Colt helped out by picking Dixie up from school and bringing her to the café. They were building their relationships, becoming a family. But to Holly, they weren’t a family. Colt still planned on returning to bullfighting, and Dixie missed Daisy and her life in Broken Arrow. Holly understood. Their daughter had lost the woman who had been her mother. She’d been taken from her home, away from everything familiar.

If she still seemed a little lost, that was only natural.

Holly had been doing research, trying to find the best way to help Dixie deal with her grief.

As she navigated the tables of the café, her mind focused on her daughter, she tripped over her own feet. The tray she carried tilted and the glasses and water pitcher tilted and slid forward. A hand shot out to steady her, but it was too late for the contents of her tray.

“Let me help you.” Colt released her arm and took the tray that she hadn’t dropped, setting it on a nearby table. The few customers who were in the café for coffee and late breakfast watched as Colt grabbed a towel. If the heat in her cheeks was anything to go by, her face was most likely turning a brilliant shade of crimson.

“This is embarrassing,” she murmured as she bent down to pick up the plastic glasses. Colt reached for a couple that had rolled away.

Her right-hand woman, Stacy, arrived with towels and a mop.

“Boss, let me deal with this. Why don’t you get a cup of coffee and something to eat?” Stacy gave her a steady, concerned look.

“I’m really okay,” Holly assured her employee.

“Uh-huh,” Stacy murmured with a doubtful look.

“What?” Holly asked as she sopped up nearly a gallon of water with the towels the other woman had arrived with.

“Nothing,” Stacy said as she mopped up the remaining spill. “I’m not saying anything.”

“Well, I’m saying something.” Colt knelt next to her and took the sopping wet towels.

Holly’s chest felt tight and she closed her eyes against the wave of emotion, of feeling lost, feeling…she squeezed her eyes tighter. She didn’t want to feel as if he was there to take care of her. She took care of herself. Always. That’s what she had to remember.

She opened her eyes and pushed to her feet, and he followed. They stood there in a silent stare down with witnesses.

The last thing she wanted to be was the afternoon gossip. She’d been that often enough in her life. This is why she lived a quiet life, the kind of life that didn’t give rise to speculation or rumor.

Colt’s expression turned tender as he gazed at her. He had wet towels in his hands. It was her perfect opportunity to walk away. But Stacy had finished mopping and she took the towels from him and handed him a dry towel for his hands. He used it, then took her by the arm and led her to the empty back dining room.

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