Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 1141 - Bab 1150

Figure it out.“Why so glum chum?” Cam asked from the bottom of the stairs. “Why aren’t you playing games with the rest of your—” cousins, but Cam amended it to, “—buddies?”Anton didn’t look up. “I don’t know how to throw a rope. How to hook something with a rope. How to tie something up with a rope. I don’t know how to do any of that ranch and cowboy stuff.”“That’s all they’re doin’?”“No. There was a foot race. I got third. Colt got first and Ky got second.”Cam bit back a groan. Colt’s competitive streak would never go away. “Third is damn good.”Anton finally looked at him. “You really think so?”“Sure. What other games does Grama have planned?”“Some pin chaps on the cowboy for the little kids and a three-legged race.”Cam’s stomach did a loop-de-loop. Anything but that. He managed, “Do you want to enter that one?”“Yeah, but Domini’s sick and she can’t do it.”Don’t say it. Don’t even think it. You will fall on your ass and embarrass yourself in front of your entire family.Bu

“I never meant to hurt any of you.”“But you did.”“I’m sorry.”“I know you are. And I forgive you even when I still want to paddle your butt.” She kissed his forehead. “But it needed to be said.”He owed her more than a perfunctory I’m sorry. He owed his entire family more than that.“Being kicked around by my family when I’ve been down today has been a good thing, believe it or not.” He smiled at Domini. “I don’t want to go back to being the man I was because some changes are for the better.”“That’s good to hear and I’m happy for you, son. Let us share in your happiness, okay? Let us get to know the different man you’ve become.”Cam nodded.“I meant it when I said you’re welcome at our house any time, Carolyn,” Domini said. “You too, Carson.”Carolyn squeezed their joined hands. “That means a lot. Cameron’s been back in Wyoming for a while but it took you to really bring him home to us. Thank you.”His dad just patted his shoulder and then Domini’s. Twice. Then he slipped his arm a

He recognized Keely’s frustration at having a vision no one else saw or understood.“I wanted something that was just mine. I wanted to do it my way, with my money, and my ideas. But this clinic would benefit everyone, not just me, so it’s not about my ego but about me wanting to help people.” Her eyes searched his, almost frantically. “Haven’t you ever wanted to prove yourself? To be different or do something different from what people expect of you?”“Of course.”“So I was feeling cocky that I’d pulled it off. Everything was going miraculously well. The real estate broker kept quiet. As did the banker. I thought I’d jumped through all the proper hoops. Imagine my surprise when I learned I can’t change a freakin’ thing on the building that I now own without the step-by-step approval of some damn committee.”Welcome to his world.“Oh, and on top of that, I have to hire a qualified expert, already certified by the committee, to oversee the remodeling process. So the specialist can reas

“I’ll need a minimum of one month commitment from you. During this engagement you’ll travel to Milford with me and convince the committee we’re madly in love.”“Didn’t you tell me the committee is aware you’ve been single for a while?”Jack paced again. “I didn’t share specifics on my personal life. I more or less sidestepped the question. But there has to be a way we can convince them we’ve secretly been together for the last few months…” He snapped his fingers. “Aha! I’ve got it.”“Got what?”“The reason we didn’t go public with our relationship—even with families—was because of our rocky past. I saw you as my best friend’s pesky little sister; you were dumped by my little brother. But we crossed paths again when you needed my help with this restoration project. It turned into something more than a working relationship. Each hour we spent together built on our past as a bridge to our future until bam—change of heart.”Keely began to clap.Jack gave her that devil-may-care grin and b

“No would’ve been a good place to start.”“You’re an opportunist. Think of it as the ultimate occasion to convince people we’re really getting married.”Jack swallowed his retort and turned up the radio.Keely lasted about thirty-five seconds before she flipped the music off. “You actually like that noise?”“Why would I listen to it if I didn’t?”“You probably think it makes you sound sophisticated if you tell people you listen to jazz.”“And I’d be better off listening to that goat-yodeling crap you prefer?”“Yep. At least it’s honest.”“As honest as the Nashville music executives can manipulate in a slick multimillion dollar recording studio with a marketing team in the wings.”“Testy much?”“Your fault,” he pointed out.“How is it my fault?”“You’re in my car, ripping on my music choices.” He expelled a heavy sigh. “Can you just not talk for the rest of the drive?”“Fine.”A minute later she dragged out her iPod and sang along. Loudly. By the time Jack parked behind her building, h