The Cowboy's Surrogate by Monica Castle

Author:Monica Castle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BWWM Romance
Published: 2016-04-01T00:00:00+00:00

The invitation had arrived two days earlier in an envelope as gauzy as tissue paper.

You are formally invited to the wedding of Mary Pickett and John South to be held at...

Delilah set the invitation back down on the counter. Angus had barely looked at it, but he hadn't thrown it away, either. Delilah reminded herself again that she trusted him. He was her... fiancé? There'd been talk of marriage, but no ring and no date set. There were no wedding invitations of their own to blissfully send to Mary Pickett and John South.

Delilah rubbed her forehead. This was silly. She was being crazy. It was the lack of sleep, probably. Beatrice was five months old now and she still wasn't sleeping through the night. Delilah had read somewhere that she should let Beatrice cry herself to sleep until she got over it, but Delilah couldn't bear to hear her baby wailing and not do anything about it.

Speaking of which, Beatrice was crying again.

Delilah padded across the kitchen in her bare feet. The fancy shoes she used to wear were long gone, along with most of her nice wardrobe. She used to have aspirations of being a lawyer in the big city, with thousand dollar haircuts and name brand suits. Now she cleaned throw up off her cheap shirts and sat on the porch most of the day, rocking the baby.

Ah, paradise.

Delilah smiled as she walked into Beatrice's nursery. It wasn't that she was complaining, she reminded herself. She just wished that Angus could be a little less busy with the ranch. But it was the season for activity and she could go whole days barely seeing him at all unless she chased him down across the fields.

Still, she loved Angus and Beatrice. Her new life would just take some getting used to. Delilah scooped the crying Beatrice out of her crib and shushed her gently as she walked circles around the room. “There's Mommy's good girl, nice and quiet now. No need to cry...”

Delilah sniffled, on the verge of tears herself. She wasn't pregnant anymore, which made it difficult to blame the hormones. She wished Angus were here. She wished there wasn't a wedding invitation on the counter, begging for an RSVP.

Delilah walked another circle around the room, taking in the panoramic view from the window. The sky was as big and beautiful as ever, and the fields rolled gently around them. Delilah's love for this ranch hadn't changed a bit in the time she'd been here. She was even warming to the idea of horses, though she was still leery of Angus' plans to put Beatrice on one as soon as she could walk.

A knock at the door interrupted Delilah's musing.

“Now who could that be, little Beatrice?” Delilah considered setting Beatrice back in her crib, but she knew the babe would only cry if she did. She'd just have to answer the door with Beatrice in her arms. Surely, their visitor couldn't take offense. Who didn't like babies?

Delilah hummed as she walked the spacious hallways of the ranch house.

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