The Love of a Cowboy by Anna Jeffrey - Callister 01 - The Love of a Cowboy

Author:Anna Jeffrey - Callister 01 - The Love of a Cowboy [Jeffrey, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mountain, Contemporary Romance, Sociology, Social Science, Romance, West, Travel, Contemporary, General, United States, Adult, Historical, Cowboys, Rural, Fiction, Idaho
ISBN: 0451410971
Google: r0NR4tKnkhgC
Amazon: B001PIHSI8
Goodreads: 762810
Publisher: Onyx
Published: 2002-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Luke returned to the cabin after breakfast at the Big House, which had turned out to be less silent and awkward than he had expected. His grandmother being present had postponed the inevitable. Then, after the meal, the sweet, little old lady, God bless her, had lingered to visit, so he had been able to make his escape.

As he closed the front door, the hinge creaked and he stopped for a moment, considered putting on the deadbolt. When Janet lived here, the doors had always been locked against his family members.

On second thought, he rejected locking the front door and went on into his office, which was really the converted front bedroom. The Big House had a real office, but it was his parents’ domain. He guessed it would be his someday, but he disliked its antique fussiness.

He preferred the simplicity of his own space he had put together himself after Janet left. Comfortable cowhide furniture fit the look of the cabin’s yellowed-with-age pine plank floor. On the walls hung photographs of some of his prize bulls and horses along with some original Western paintings—investment art. And on his bookshelves, alongside his eclectic collection of reading material, sat pictures of his daughters.

Here and there were Indian artifacts he had collected from all over the Double Deuce. They kept him humble, not letting him forget that McRaes were newcomers. His distant grandfather might have staked his claim more than a hundred fifty years ago, but the Sioux had preceded him by many generations.

He tried Dahlia’s number again. The line buzzed busy, so he tackled the week’s worth of mail he had let accumulate on the corner of his desk, slicing through envelopes with his pocketknife. He hadn’t finished before he heard a tap on the front door, followed by footsteps in the living room.

“Son?”

Luke made a mental sigh. An easy escape from the breakfast table didn’t mean he had dodged questioning from his parents. “In here, Dad.”

His white-haired father strolled into the office and eased down into the easy chair opposite the desk. “Shorty tells me you got more hay delivered while Claire and I were gone.”

Luke folded his arms on the desk, digging in for the first barrage. “I bought extra. In case we see a late spring.”

Nodding, his dad took his pipe from his shirt pocket and began to pack it, a process Luke knew could take a two or three minutes. He returned to slicing open envelopes.

Pipe lit, at last his dad spoke. “You and your lady friend caused a hell of a stir up at the house.”

Luke closed his knife and slid it into his jeans pocket. “No reason for it. I’ve never claimed to be a monk.”

“I think what upset your mother is you brought her here. And frankly, I’m a little surprised at that myself. You haven’t brought a girl here since you were a boy.”

“Is the Double Deuce off limits to my friends?” Luke couldn’t keep his tone from being combative, though he knew his easy-going father hadn’t meant to pick a fight.

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