The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [75]
Honey, too, stood. She bit her lips, feeling her heart start to swell. A laugh bubbled up inside her, and she barely repressed it. “I’m getting used to men and their vagaries.”
“Your father would have to change his goddamned will, because I won’t take a penny from him, now or ever.”
“Absolutely. I already told him that.”
“Do you love me?”
There was a collective holding of breath, and she smiled. For such big, strong, confident men, they were certainly uneasy about her answer. “Yes. But…but I don’t want your pushy brothers to force you into anything.”
That response brought about a round of hilarity, with the brothers shouting, “Ha,” and, “Yeah, right,” and, “As if we ever could!”
Sawyer rounded the table with a purposeful stride and the brothers got out of his way, still laughing. Casey whooped. Sawyer stopped in front of Honey and whispered, “Damn, I love you,” which made her laugh and cry, then he scooped her up in his arms and turned so she faced everyone, and announced formally, “If you’ll all excuse us, it seems Honey and I have some wedding plans to make.”
Morgan clapped him on the shoulder as he walked past, and then winked at Honey. Jordan gave her the thumbs-up.
Casey yelled, “Hey, Dad, just so you don’t change your mind, I’m calling Grandma to tell her!”
Sawyer paused. “Now? It’s not even dawn yet.”
Gabe smirked. “And you know damn good and well she’d skin us all if we waited even one minute more.”
Sawyer laughed. “Hell, yes. Go ahead and call her. But you can answer her hundred and one questions, because I don’t want to be interrupted.” He smiled down at Honey and squeezed her tight. “I plan to be busy for a long, long while.”
Morgan
by Lori Foster
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Prologue
IT WAS one of those sweltering hot weekend mornings when a man had nothing better to do than sit outside in his jeans, feel himself sweat and wait for a breeze that wouldn’t come. The sky was the prettiest blue he’d ever seen, not a single cloud in sight. He loved days like this, and looked forward to viewing them from his own house once he finished it. If all went well, it would be ready for him to move in by the end of summer.
Morgan Hudson tilted his chair back and closed his eyes. Everyone was gone for the day, and the house seemed strangely quiet, not peaceful so much as empty. He hoped he didn’t feel that way when he got moved in. Living with three brothers and a teenage nephew got a man used to chaos, especially with his brothers.
Sawyer, the oldest, was the only doctor for miles around, and he had patients coming and going through the back office attached to the house all day long—sometimes even through the night. It was one reason the brothers had all hung around together for so long. Sawyer was an excellent father, but when Casey was little, they’d all pitched in to cover dad duty so the rigors of med school, and later being the town doc, didn’t overwhelm him. It had been a pleasure.
Jordan, his younger brother, was a vet, and that meant the house and yard were always filled with stray animals. Morgan didn’t mind. More often than not he got attached to the odd assortment of mangy, abandoned or just plain homely critters. ‘Course, he didn’t tell Jordan that.
Gabe, the youngest brother, was a rascal, with no intention of settling down anytime soon. And why should he when half the female populace of Buckhorn County, Kentucky would be bereft if he ever did? The women had spoiled Gabe something awful, and he indulged them all. Gabe just plain loved women, young and old, sweet or sassy. And they loved him back.
Casey, Sawyer’s son, was constant chatter. He was at that awkward age of sixteen, half man, half kid, when females fascinated him, but then, so did driving and stretching his independence. Casey, as well as the brothers, was thrilled when Sawyer decided to marry again, adding a female into the masculine mix.