The Lawman Claims His Bride by Renee Ryan

Author:Renee Ryan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 0373828640
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

A corner of his mouth kicked up in a sardonic grin. “Let’s just say, some of the Mitchell offspring can be a bit unruly.”

With that dubious remark, he took two more very large steps back. And was immediately tackled to the ground by a band of blond-haired ruffians.

Chapter Thirteen

As a longtime resident of a large orphanage, Megan had witnessed her share of impromptu wrestling matches. No matter how many sermons Pastor Beau preached on proper Christian behavior, many of the boys couldn’t help being, well…boys.

But what she’d always considered “play fighting” couldn’t begin to describe the Mitchell brood’s enthusiastic take on the subject.

She was seriously concerned for her husband.

Except, Logan was…

Laughing?

Megan drew in a steadying breath and squinted past the flying dust. She counted three others besides her husband. And if she wasn’t mistaken, Logan appeared to be enjoying himself. Never mind the fact that he was buried under a pile of tangled legs, swinging arms, and balled fists. Fists, that seemed to make contact with his midsection far too often.

In all her years around rowdy boys, Megan had never been able to understand what drove them to wrestle with such ferocity. Didn’t they realize one of them could end up hurt?

More to the point, how could Logan possibly find this fun? Apparently, she didn’t know her husband as well as she’d thought.

Shaky Jake, proving he was as much boy as the rest of them, joined in the antics. He ran in frantic circles, leaped over the pile of snarled bodies, barked happily and occasionally nipped at flying fists.

The scene was one big unruly mess.

At least there was no blood. Always a welcome sign.

Sally Mae, decidedly the wiser of the two animals, trotted over to Megan and sat down. She looked up at Megan with a rueful expression, as if to say, “What are we going to do with our boys?”

Megan chuckled despite herself. Their “boys” didn’t show any signs of tiring. This could go on for a while. “Well, my furry little friend.” She scratched the dog’s ear and sighed. “I’ve found it best to let displays such as these play out to the bitter end.”

“My sentiments exactly.”

Megan gasped and swung around, searching anxiously for the owner of the amused, feminine voice. Her gaze connected with steel-blue eyes the exact color of Logan’s. This had to be his mother. Although there were few lines on the pretty, round face, a considerable amount of gray laced the woman’s wheat-colored strands.

Megan smoothed a hand over her own hair, desperate to make a good impression. “You must be Logan’s mother. I’m—”

“Megan.”

She blinked. “You know who I am?”

“Well, of course.” The woman’s gaze softened. “Logan has talked about you for years.”

What could he have possibly said to put that affectionate, welcoming look in his mother’s eyes? Surely nothing Megan could live up to. “He’s told you about me?”

“You’ve been the main topic of his letters since he first met you.” Not even attempting to stop her tears, Mrs. Mitchell dabbed at her eyes with a corner of her apron.

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