Page 38 of A Rancher's Heart
Tamara squeezed her fingers. “To the three Whiskeytee— Nope, can’t say it with a straight face.”
Lisa rolled her eyes, and Karen snickered, and they were all laughing too hard to say much after that.
Tamara finally got it together enough to speak. She lifted the last bit of her coffee in the air in a cheer. “To family.”
“To family.”
They sent Lisa to the counter to get more goodies in an attempt to keep her out of trouble. Karen shooed her off. “We need dessert.”
Lisa raised a brow. “Pie after our cinnamons rolls?”
“You arguing with that idea?”
“Hell, no. Just wanted to make it crystal clear I won’t be held responsible for my actions after the sugar rush hits.” Lisa turned her full smile on the blond at the next table as she rose to her feet. She looked him up and down then made her way to the counter, hips swaying in an exaggerated matter.
Karen and Tamara glanced at each other, then at the poor man seated next to them. He’d just taken a deep breath and stretched out his legs, eyes pinned to Lisa’s ass.
It was impossible to stop from laughing all over again. Warm happiness, familiar and perfect, filled Tamara to the brim. Even though they were many miles from what had been her home, this was right.
They were together as a family. That made it home.
