Page 82 of Taming Her Cowboys

He sighs. “I guess if I have to come stay in Boulder with you, I will.”

I roll my eyes. “You’d just be there to cook and clean for me.”

“A job that I would be lucky to have,” he says with a grin.

I shake my head. “You’re an idiot.”

“But you love me.”

I peek at him. “I do, Landon,” I say softly.

Landon chuckles, looking into his beer.

The door creaks again, and Clint comes out. “That bitch mare is going to be the death of me,” he grumbles.

“Thunder likes you more than she’s liked another human being ever. You should feel lucky.”

“I don’t. Not about that.” He walks by, dropping a kiss on my forehead, before settling onto the porch steps.

I sigh. Here, with my guys, looking over the Wild Spur, I can’t imagine anything this perfect.

I love them. Together, we’re a team. We’re working to make the Foster Ranch profitable, and we’re keeping the Wild Spur running, too. These guys have changed my whole world. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I lean back, resting my head against the house. “I love you,” I say to all three of them.

“Love you too, Nora.”

“Hellcat, I’d never even think of loving someone else.”

“Darlin’, you’re the only one.”

I open my eyes. My guys. The ranch. Everything is exactly what I want.

My phone buzzes. I take it out, frowning. Clint shoots me a quizzical look.

“It’s Kendall.” I pick it up. “Hi, KenDoll. What’s up?”

“Nora?” Her voice sounds weird, like it’s coming from a really big distance. I frown.

“Kendall? Is everything okay?”

There’s a pause. A long, long pause.

When Kendall answers, my heart sinks. “I think I need your help.”

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