Page 22 of Texas Glory
“He can throw up outside as easily as he can inside.”
“You’re heartless,” she said.
“I’m all right now, Dee,” Cameron repeated. He extended his hand toward Dallas. “Can I have my gun back?”
“I’ll bring it to you in a couple of days after tempers have cooled,” Dallas said. “Right now, it would be best if you left.”
Cameron nodded and looked at his sister. “Night, Dee,” He eased his way past her.
“Do you have to leave?” she asked.
“Your husband’s demanding it,” Boyd said. “Let’s go.”
He spun on his heel and stomped out, with his brothers following like dogs with their tails tucked between their legs.
Not exactly the way Dallas had planned to end the evening.
Maggie padded across the room, placed her tiny hands on Dallas’s thighs, and tilted her head back. “We had a bunch of sads,” she said. “A bunch of sads.”
He lifted her into his arms. “Are they all gone now?” he asked her, although he focused his gaze on his wife who watched him as though she thought he might harm the child.
Maggie nodded and laid her head on his shoulder. “Only now my tummy hurts.”
“I’m not surprised.” He looked at his brother. “Why don’t you take your daughter, and I’ll show my wife to her room? Then I’ll deal with this mess.”
He handed his niece over to Houston and held his arm out to his wife.
“Mrs. Leigh,” he said, knowing his voice sounded too stern, but unable to stop it. He’d lost one wife on his wedding night. He didn’t intend to lose another.
She stepped toward him hesitantly as though he’d just said he was going to take her to the gallows instead of to her room. Her fingers dug into his forearm, and dammit, she was still trembling.
“This way.”
Cordelia followed him from the room, down the hallway, and up a wide flight of stairs. He walked to the last room on the right—the corner room where the door was closed.
“This is our bedroom. I moved your trunk into it earlier so it’s waiting for you.”
Their bedroom. Not hers, but theirs. She knew he fully intended to share it with her tonight. “I’m sorry we ate all your lemon drops,” she said inanely, wishing the sun had never set, night had never fallen.
“Did it work?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Did it make the sadness go away?”
“Not entirely.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I’m sorry I screamed.”
“I knew Maggie was hiding beneath my desk. I wouldn’t have tried to startle her if I’d known you were there as well.”
“I’m sorry I said you were heartless.”
A corner of his mouth tipped up. “We could probably stand here all night apologizing for things we said or did throughout the day. Let’s just acknowledge we got off on the wrong foot, and we’ll go from there.”
He put his hand on the doorknob.
