The Arizona Lawman
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“So, if there’s nothing else...”
“Just one more thing.”
There always was. “Okay. What is it?”
“Why don’t you want to teach Cassie to ride a horse?”
“What makes you think I don’t?” He didn’t, but that was beside the point.
“I read between the lines,” Grace said. “The fact that you always say you’ll talk about it later coupled with her protest that she’s not a baby. Apparently she feels treated like one.”
Logan was pretty sure that at this point in a conversation a mother would fall back on “because I’m the mom and know best.” He couldn’t do the dad version because he had no idea what the blueprint of a good one looked like. All he could think to say was, “What’s your point?”
“Just that I live in a ranching community and teach kindergarten. Lots of children learn to ride even younger than Cassie. So what are you afraid of?”
That he’d be outed as a fraud? The bad that he grew up with was carved into him and would somehow come out and hurt his daughter? “I’m not afraid of anything. But I gave my word to Tracy that our child will be in one cute, adorable piece when she comes back from her honeymoon. You’ve been hired to help me do that.”
“Right.” Her tone said she’d noticed he hadn’t actually answered her question about teaching Cassie to ride. “That’s it, then. Good night, Logan.”
He watched the sway of her hips as she left his office, then let out a long breath. Cassie would be fine when this was all over because he’d walk through fire to make sure of it, but he wasn’t so sure about himself.
Grace Flynn was unexpected, and nine times out of ten that was not a good thing.
Copyright © 2017 by Teresa Southwick
ISBN-13: 9781488093340
The Arizona Lawman
Copyright © 2017 by Stella Bagwell
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