Читать книгу A Texas Cowboy's Christmas - Cathy Gillen Thacker - Страница 3
Оглавление“I want my little boy to grow up being practical! Unlike certain idiot cowboys who shall remain nameless.”
There Molly went with the insults again, but it was better than dealing with the attraction they felt whenever they were together.
“I think I might know who you’re talking about.” Rubbing his jaw in a parody of thoughtfulness, he drawled, “That rancher brother of mine—not too bright, is he?”
Molly made a strangled sound deep in her throat. She put her hand on the center of his chest and gave a small, purposeful shove. “I’m talking about you, you big lug.”
Delighted by her unwillingness to give any ground to him, he captured her hand and held it over his heart. “Ah. Endearments.” He sighed with comically exaggerated dreaminess.
“You’re playing with fire here, cowboy.”
He grinned mischievously. “The kind of fire that leads to a kiss?”
Molly snorted. “The kind that leads to me hauling off and kicking you right in the shin!”
It was good to know he could get to her this much...because she sure got to him.
