Taking the Reins (Roped and Wrangled) by Murray Kat

Author:Murray, Kat [Murray, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Published: 2012-12-24T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Trace.” Peyton stuck her head in Seth’s room to find her brother finishing up with Seth’s morning dress routine. “I think it’s time.”

He nodded and gave Seth an absent pat on the bottom. “You’re right. It’s just gonna piss her off anyway. Might as well let her cool down while we’re out of the state. Let me run him down to Emma and I’ll be back up.”

Peyton waited impatiently in the family room while he took his son to the housekeeper, who Peyton could guess was already in the kitchen. She should be in there, too, grabbing breakfast on her way to get some work done. But thanks to her sister’s skill at avoiding confrontation—a trick she’d honed as a child and clearly had only perfected during their years apart—Peyton realized drastic action was required.

“Okay.” Trace hit the top step and nodded. “You go in first.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Because you’re the girl. If she’s sleeping naked or something, I don’t wanna walk in on that.” Trace pushed her at Bea’s bedroom door until she had no choice but to open it and walk through, or be slammed into the wood. She chose the first.

“Bea?” Glancing around the door, she blinked into the pitch black room. The sun had just started its slow creep up the sky, but at least some light should have shown through the big windows by this time.

Then she noticed the blanket her sister must have draped over the curtain rod, blocking out every inch of the window blinds and effectively turning her room into a cave. No wonder the woman could sleep until noon. Rolling her eyes, Peyton strode into the room and yanked the blanket down.

The room didn’t flood with light, which would have been more satisfying. But the noise and small light that did seep in was enough to wake Bea.

“What the . . . hey!” Bea sat up in bed, and Peyton was grateful to see she wore a nightgown. “Put that back! I’m still on Cali time.”

“That excuse would have worked a week ago. Now? You’re on Lazy time. We need to talk.”

Bea huffed and pulled her blankets around her like a queen gathering her skirts before sitting on the royal throne. “Your reasons for doing this at six in the morning are what?”

“To make sure we could actually catch you,” Trace’s voice came from through the door. “Peyton, is she decent?”

Peyton eyed her sister, who only eyed her back just as suspiciously. “I can’t say if she’s decent or not, but she’s covered.”

“Good enough.” Trace entered and closed the door behind him, sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed. “Morning, sis.”

Bea rolled her eyes. “That’s cute over a bowl of cereal at the table. Not so much now.”

“Focus, Beatrice.” Peyton shook her head. “We need to know your plans.”

Bea blinked owlishly, the expression only exaggerated by her short, white-blond hair spiked around her head like the downy fuzz of a baby bird. “My plan was to sleep past the ass-crack of dawn, but you shot that one to hell.

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