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She squeezed his hand and Evan shoved his middle finger up at the taunting his eldest brother. She leaned in against him, resting her head on his shoulder, and they headed down toward the barn. “Those mountains are lovely. Just enough snow on the top to look like they should be in a calendar photo. It must have been nice growing up here.”
“Yeah, I guess. It was a little bit different living in town though; we were always out exploring the hills. At the time I didn’t think it was so good and now, well I rather find I miss it.” He glanced at her and dropped a kiss on her cheek. Denver turned her head and kissed him back. It was nice. He was nice. “We grew up in a little house in town. Dad still lives there. Guess you’re going to meet him after all.”
“What do you mean? It sounds as though you weren’t expecting him to be at the wedding.” She wondered how it would feel if her father wasn’t at her wedding.
“I wasn’t. Him and Chance don’t get on. When Mom died, Dad hit the bottle pretty hard and Chance being the oldest, kind of took over raising us. He did a bloody good job, now he can’t forgive Dad for not being there for us. Claimed he took the coward’s way out when we all lost her. At least that was how it was last time I spoke to him.” A sad faraway look appeared in his eyes that she could relate to. Both losing their mothers gave them yet another connection and she tucked it away for later on.
“Seems the old man has stepped up and insisted on helping Chance on the ranch since he broke his hip. I can see how he still moves stiffly and I guess that will pass with time.” He walked her over to a wooden railing topped fence and looked across the paddock. “See that big old bull over there?”
Denver followed the line of his finger until she spotted the big grey and white bull lying down in the long grass. “Yes, I see him.”
“That’s Terror. He’s the one that threw Chance on the rodeo circuit and tried to have a piece of him in this paddock. According to Rory, Callie rode in all sass and attitude and moved the cranky beast into the yards so she could help Chance.” He smiled. “She seems to be one amazing woman.”
“I like her. She doesn’t seem scared of anything, whether it’s speaking her mind or taking on you and your brothers.”
“Chance lucked out finding her; they’re a perfect match.”
“I hope I get that lucky.” She held her breath.
“You want to get married someday? I thought you were all career woman.” He leaned on the fence and looked at her.
“I want both and sooner rather than later.” She bent down and picked at a wild daisy, the bright yellow flower cheerful and a good time excuse to gather her thoughts before she stood back up and looked at him. “I’ve given a lot to my career and I love it, no two ways about it, Evan. I want what your brother has, actually what they both have. Someone to come home to at night. Someone who will stand up for me and fight for what I want. I want a hero too, someone that wants me for who I am and not someone who will try to change me.” Like my father keeps trying to do.
She laughed and looked away from his deep penetrating gaze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to throw that one at you. Ever since you mentioned weddings it’s been on my mind. Please forget it. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable and think I was a mercenary looking for a husband.”
“I didn’t think that at all.” The look in his eyes was hard to decipher and Denver wondered if she’d spoken out too soon. The last thing she wanted to do was scare him away when he would be perfect husband material.
“I’ve shocked you and I’m sorry. The usual calm Dr. Sinclair has shown her true colors.” Forcing a smile, she continued. “She’s a normal woman who wants normal things just like every other woman around. I didn’t mean to sound like I was coming onto you. It was a generalization only brought on by the fact
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