Making Room for the Rancher by Christy Jeffries

Author:Christy Jeffries
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-12-01T18:52:09+00:00

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Maybe there really was something about Remingtons knowing when they’d found “the one.” Or the ones plural where the Deacon-King women were concerned. Because Connor was getting to a point where he couldn’t explain this persisting connection he felt with both of them.

“How did you get yourself into this mess?” he asked his reflection in the dusty mirror above Aunt Connie’s antique dresser as he knotted, undid, and then re-knotted the only non-military issued tie he owned. One minute, he’d been warning himself not to get too attached to Dahlia, and the next minute he’d practically jumped at the chance to take Amelia to the father-daughter dance.

A couple of hours later, Connor realized he wasn’t the only man in town who was questioning how he’d landed himself in this situation.

“Got roped into playing rent-a-dad, I see,” Deputy Broman said, raising his voice over the sound of a dance floor full of giggles and the latest Katy Perry song blasting out of the hired DJ’s speakers.

Connor had met the man at Biscuit Betty’s the first week he’d been in town. The deputy had been polite enough at the time, expressing his condolences about the loss of Aunt Connie and asking how Connor was settling in at the Rocking D. Then, after noticing Connor’s Air Jordans, he’d made a not-so-subtle suggestion to stop by the new rec center in town to play a few games of pickup basketball.

But now the man’s words were more insulting than challenging.

“Looks like your eye has healed up nicely,” Connor replied, purposely referencing the shiner young MJ had landed when he’d resisted arrest.

“Humph. Kid’s lucky his big brother is my boss. Or else he would’ve had more than a dislocated shoulder after getting my daughter drunk like that. The whole damn family is nuts if you ask me.”

Connor hadn’t asked him. But that didn’t stop him from standing there silently and gathering intel. The dance had reached the point in the evening when most of the men were gathering on the sidelines, looking at their watches and asking their buddies the score of the UW game. Most of the girls were still swirling around the gym floor in big groups with their friends, their sugar highs peaking from all the buttercream frosting and fruit punch.

“Here, Connor, can you hold these for me?” Amelia shoved her glitter-encrusted silver shoes at him before running barefoot back to the center of the dance floor where a pile of pink and white balloons were being used as an impromptu trampoline. He added the shoes to the purple cardigan, white-sequined headband and rainbow unicorn purse already shoved under his left arm.

“She’s a cute kid,” the deputy continued. “Looks just like her dad, too. My cousin went to high school with Micah and played some jam sessions with him back in the day. I mean, I get that he has this big career and stuff, but it’s just weird, you know.”

Connor hated that his interest was piqued. But that didn’t stop

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