Her Rancher Bodyguard by Brenda Minton

Author:Brenda Minton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Sunday morning Boone left the rest of his family fighting over the two bathrooms they shared and headed for his RV. It was the best kind of fall morning, a little bit cool and the smell of drying grass in the air. On a morning like this one, he could almost forget the troubles knocking at their door. He could let himself forget about unpaid medical bills, his dad’s health problems and the complication that was Kayla Stanford.

He took a deep breath as he walked the worn path, Sally coming to greet him with a low and familiar woof. He ran a hand over her head. In response she gave him a soft look of loyalty. “This is why you’re the woman for me, Sally.”

A familiar Ford King Ranch was parked in front of his RV. “But you could be a better guard dog and run him off,” he told her. She trotted off, completely oblivious.

As he walked up the steps of his trailer, he glanced at his watch. He had thirty minutes to get ready, and Daron had better not be hogging his bathroom. His mom had given him the warning look before he’d headed out. They weren’t going to be late today, she’d informed them all at breakfast. Because the Wilders did tend to be late. Often. There were a lot of them and that meant fighting over bathrooms. Even with the schedule their mom had posted on the fridge, they were always trying to sneak in during someone else’s allotted time. They were a rowdy bunch, he guessed. And probably something of a novelty to someone like Kayla Stanford.

The smell of burned eggs greeted him as he walked through the door of the trailer. Great, Daron was cooking again. That never ended well. The kitchen was a mess. There were dirty dishes, a pan in the sink with scorched scrambled eggs, and something that looked like it might have been sausage was in the dog’s bowl. The dog whined and then nudged at what appeared to be a burned offering.

Loud, off-key singing overwhelmed the music on the radio. The dog looked up at Boone, one ear lifted.

“He has to go, right, Sally?” Boone asked the dog.

The singing stopped. A few minutes later Daron walked down the hall, his hair still damp. “Oh, hey. I didn’t know you were back. I made breakfast.”

“Yeah, I know. The government called. They asked that you stop making weapons of mass destruction.”

“Very funny.”

“Seriously, don’t cook again. Ever. My mom made a five-course breakfast.”

Daron tossed his towel over the back of a chair and reached for his boots. “I’m not going to mooch off your parents.”

Boone gave him a look.

Daron laughed it off. “I don’t mind mooching off you. You’re my friend.”

“That’s debatable. I’ve got to jump in the shower and get ready for church. Why don’t you button that shirt and pretend you’re civilized. You can ride with me to church and join us for lunch later.”

“I think God and I have other things to work out,” Daron grumbled as he headed for the door.

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