Stranded with a Very-Kissable Cowboy Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
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I keep looking at the three of them, wondering how this feels as good as it does. On all accounts, it shouldn’t feel so natural, and there’s a part of me that wants to grab on and hold on to it… and never let it go.

CHAPTER 7

GIANNA

After we ate hot dogs and s’mores, we hung out by the fire for a while. It’s like none of us wanted the night to end. I can’t remember ever laughing as hard as I did tonight, and my cheeks are hurting from smiling so much. I should probably have asked earlier about going into town, but I didn’t want to break up dinner and all the laughs.

Now Dalton is putting the boys to bed, and I’ve been cleaning up the few dishes in the kitchen. Just standing in this spot makes me think about earlier. We had a moment. I know Dalton was happy about Ethan talking, and he thinks it had something to do with me, but that hug between us was more than just a thank you. Surely I’m not the only one that felt it.

As I wait for Dalton to come back downstairs, I open the Uber app on my phone, but there’s nothing available tonight. I start to pace, and when I hear Dalton coming down the stairs, I meet him at the bottom step. “I should probably get out of your hair.”

He stops in front of me. “Stay.”

“Stay? What do you mean, stay?”

He crosses his arms over his chest, but I see the panic in his eyes. “Look, it will take Hank a few days to get the part in and then to do the work. It could be a few days or maybe a week.”

I gasp. “A week?”

He starts to reach for me and then must think better of it because he lets his hands drop to his sides. “I’ll pay you to stay. If you leave now and Ethan—”

He stops talking and takes a deep breath. “Shit. I know that’s not fair. I shouldn’t put that on you, but I’m afraid if you leave… if you leave and Ethan goes back to…”

He stops again, and before I can give him my answer, he continues. “I don’t know what an influencer makes, but I’ll pay you.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want your money, Dalton.”

He takes a step toward me. “Look, just a few days. I could use your help around here, and the boys like you. Of course, I’ll pay you. You don’t owe us anything.”

I should give him a hard time and remind him how earlier he didn’t even want to leave the boys with me while he went out to the barn, but I know now is not the right time. He is looking at me desperately, and I can’t blame him for being overprotective. But I’m still trying to understand everything.

He’s standing right in front of me, and the manly, woodsy scent of him practically envelops me in a hug. I lift my chin and look him in the eye. “Where is their mother?”

There are pictures of their mom all over the house, and so I’ve wondered all afternoon if she was going to walk in at any moment.

He rubs his hand along the scruff of his chin, and the tone of his voice drops. “Uh, my wife died three years ago.”

I gasp, and before I can say something, he says, “Ethan hasn’t talked in three years. I’ve taken him to therapy. He was in a special kindergarten class. I’ve done everything I know to do, everything the doctors and therapists have told me to do, and in one night with you, he talks. Please… I know you don’t know me, and you—”

“I’ll do it. I’ll stay.”

He smiles, and my heart does a flip in my chest. “I’ll pay you.”

I laugh. “I won’t take it.”

“But…”

I hold my hand up to stop him. “I can work from anywhere.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “I can’t just ask you to hang out with my kids for nothing.”

I shrug because it’s really not a big deal. At least to me it’s not. “What? They’re good kids. I had a great time with them.”

He laughs, and when he sees I’m serious, he stops smiling. “You’re for real? I have to—”

I lift my shoulders in a shrug. “I think you’re forgetting that you saved me off the side of the road today.”

He smiles and leans against the post at the bottom of the stairs. “Right, how could I forget that? I was an ass about it too.”

I’m not going to argue with him. “Right. You were a little bit of an ass. What’s up with that?”

He blows out a breath. “Defense mechanism.”

I point at myself. “Defense mechanism? What? Were you scared of me?”

He grits his teeth. “Not scared.”

When he doesn’t continue, I tilt my head to the side, trying to understand. “Then what?”


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