Lost Love (Cowboys and Angels #1)(80)

Five minutes later Steed walked back into his bedroom. I was sitting on his bed with my knees pulled to my chest, sobbing like an idiot.

Fear hit Steed’s face as he rushed to me. “Christ. Please tell me those are happy tears.”

I nodded. “V-very…h-happy…t-t-tears!”

He laughed and pulled me up in front of him. His thumbs attempted to wipe away my endless tears.

The way his blue eyes searched my face before he chuckled and those dimples peeked out from his unshaven face caused my knees to go weak.

Reaching into his pocket, Steed pulled out a small little band. “Chloe thought the reason I wasn’t asking you to marry me was because I didn’t have a ring.”

Drifting my gaze to the band, I grinned. “So she gave you one?”

He chuckled as he lifted my hand up. He slipped the band next to the promise ring I wore on my left hand. “I’ll just leave this here for right now.”

Burying my face into his chest, I broke down crying. Again.

“Shhh…baby, it’s okay. Please don’t cry.”

Before I knew it, we were on the bed, and I was snuggled into Steed’s side. Contentment wrapped around me like a perfectly fitted glove.

Pressing his lips to my forehead, Steed whispered, “Sleep, baby. Get some sleep.”





I walked into my father’s office and stopped when I saw Trevor shaking his head and cursing.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Fucking hogs got in the north pasture and tore it to shit.”

I panicked. “What? When?”

“Must have been yesterday. It almost looks like a damn pattern.”

My hand clutched my chest as I fell back into one of the chairs in front of my father’s desk. “Thank fuck,” I breathed.

“What?” my father asked, giving me a confused look. “What in the hell do we have to be thankful for, Steed? I don’t want that many hogs on our ranch.”

Before I had a chance to say anything, Chloe came running into the office. “Granddaddy! I’m ready for our date!”

My father all but melted into a puddle when Chloe jumped into his arms.

“Our movie date! It’s time?” he asked with a huge grin.

“Yep! Grammy’s ready, so come on!” Chloe grabbed his hand and pulled at him. “Come on! Come on! We don’t want to be late.”

Glancing back at us, Dad smiled. “We’ll figure this out tomorrow.”

“You want me to go plow up the rest of the field?” Trevor asked.

“Why don’t we go tomorrow and take a closer look?” I suggested.

“That sounds good. Excuse me boys, I’ve got a date with my granddaughter.”

Trevor and I stood and watched Chloe drag Dad out of his office. He stopped to grab his cowboy hat off the hat rack before he was tugged out the door.

“Damn, she’s cute as hell, Steed. She’s got Dad and Mom wrapped around her finger. Not to mention Mitchell, Cord, and Amelia. Tripp’s never around long enough.”

I laughed. “Yeah, she has us all wrapped around her finger.”

Trevor slapped my back. “That’s the gods honest truth right there. All right, I’m calling it a damn day and taking the rest of the afternoon off. You still going flying?”

“Yeah. Hey Trev, before you leave let me ask you something.”

He stopped and motioned for me to talk with a jerk of his head. “Has Tripp mentioned anything to you about Corina?”

He shrugged. “Not really. I mean I know he called dibs on her and that pissed Mitchell off, but then I’m pretty sure Mitchell and Corina hooked up the night you came to the bar to chase off the accountant. I mean as the night went on they were all over each other and Mitchell took her home. Or she took him home. I don’t know.”

“You ever tell Tripp about it?”

He shook his head. “Nah. That shit’s between them. If you ask me though, Tripp’s only dating her because he knows Mitchell has a thing for her. Which is fucking weird cause I didn’t think either one of them were looking for a relationship.”

I scrubbed my hand over my rough chin. “Yeah, well something’s going on. Paxton wants to invite Corina over for Thanksgiving, and I told her she should. Tripp didn’t bother to.”

“Why not? No sense in the poor girl being home alone. And I thought Tripp said she was going out of town?”

I shrugged. “I guess he misunderstood her. Plus, I don’t think they’re that serious with this whole dating. I think it’s more of a causal thing.”

“Then invite her. What harm could come of it?”

Nodding, I agreed. “Yeah, I’ll make sure Paxton does.”