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" Guess you’ll be going back to school, getting a part-time job . . .” “Something like that.” He gazed lovingly into her eyes. “You know, Montana State isn’t far from my place. And I know a little girl who’d like her nanny back.” His invitation made her smile. “That sounds appealing.” But she wanted so much more. His eyes, the color of faded denim, were the softest of caresses. “Much as Maddy liked you as her nanny, she was really hoping for a mom.” There was a question in his eyes. Something bubbled up inside, something that felt like joy and peace and rightness all blended into one happy cocktail. “Really?” She felt the fresh sting of tears. Abigail ran her thumb over his lower lip. He pressed a kiss to the pad of her thumb. “The position comes with a husband, though. Guy used to be a big-shot celebrity; now he’s just a humble rancher.” She smiled through her tears. “I like humble ranchers.” Wade had never looked more serious. “I’m talking about forever, Abby. Marriage and Maddy and ranching, maybe even another baby or two . . .” “Only two?” “You’d have to move to the back of beyond. Leave your home, your city, your family . . .” She shook her head. “The whole time I’ve been in Chicago, all I thought about was being back in Moose Creek with you and Maddy. It’s all I want.” She framed his face. “You’re all I want. "
― Denise Hunter , A Cowboy's Touch (A Big Sky Romance, #1)
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" Get some ice on that.” “I will.” She turned toward the house, steady enough. “You get nauseated or have blurry vision, tell Greta.” Abigail started to nod, then checked the motion. He hoped she wouldn’t overdo it. He’d known one too many cowboys to take a fall, keep working, then keel over later. “Lie down and take it easy,” Wade called. “Yes, Dad,” Abigail said saucily. Wade clamped his lips together. Last thing he wanted was Abigail thinking fatherly thoughts of him. Heaven knew, his own weren’t going that direction. "
― Denise Hunter , A Cowboy's Touch (A Big Sky Romance, #1)
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" Gonna start calling you Grace.” She lifted her chin. “You saying I’m clumsy?” Wade shrugged. “Saying you’ve been here two minutes, and you’ve already dropped a sparkler and tripped over your own feet— unless that was on purpose.” Abigail frowned. Wade cringed. Now why’d he have to go and say that? “Why would I—” Her lips pursed. “I did not trip on purpose. I was mortified, if you must know.” “Makes no difference to me.” Wade wiped his boot on the grass and got resituated. “If I were interested in Dylan, I’d go out with him—he’s asked more than once, you know.” A twinge of jealousy flared. He didn’t know Dylan had pursued that hard. “Like I said, no difference to me.” Abigail frowned and looked away. He’d done it now. Managed to take things a couple levels past awkward. He really had a way with ladies. Stretching his legs in front of him, he looked skyward. The display could start anytime now. Anytime. Was he really so incapable of making conversation with a woman? So out of practice? He shooed a mosquito from his face. Who was he kidding? It wasn’t just any woman. It was Abigail, daggonit. She did something to him that didn’t need doing. If she’d just keep her distance and stick to her job, everything would be just dandy. But no, every time he turned around, there she was. "
― Denise Hunter , A Cowboy's Touch (A Big Sky Romance, #1)
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" It make any kind of noises?” “What?” “The truck, before it died.” “Oh. It sort of went klunk, klunk, klunk, gave one last shudder, then it was gone. You know, it’s none of my business, but you could kind of use a new one.” “She’s a workin’ truck.” “Well, she ain’t really workin’,” Abigail said in her best Texas drawl. Wade smirked. “Kick a man while he’s down, why don’t you. "
― Denise Hunter , A Cowboy's Touch (A Big Sky Romance, #1)
