Читать книгу The Rancher's Redemption - Myra Johnson - Страница 8
ОглавлениеAll he wanted was to take his girls for a ride and picnic.
His girls. When had he begun thinking of Erin and her daughter that way?
One look at Erin when she stepped outside and he was a goner. “You look great.”
“Thanks, cowboy.” Grinning, she eyed him up and down. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” She called for her daughter. “Mr. Ritter’s here, honey. Let’s go.”
“Would you have a problem if she just called me Kent?”
“I guess not. But I’ve taught her to respect her elders.”
“Elders?” Kent winced. “Maybe I should have brought my cane.”
Erin’s laughter sparkled like summer sunshine.
She explained to her daughter that since Kent was now a good friend, she could use his first name.
The little girl grinned. “Does that mean that you’ll be calling him ‘honey’ and ‘sweetie’ like my friend’s mom does her dad?”
Kent stifled a gasp as he slid a glance at Erin. They were names he’d never expected a woman to call him. So why didn’t they suddenly seem so bad?
