“Just outside. I told Libby to keep an eye on Henry while I retrieved you. The sun’s going down and Libby wants to roast marshmallows. You know she’ll be on her best behavior for that.”

“Marshmallows? Before dinner?” Becca protested. Actually, to her pregnant belly, marshmallows sounded pretty amazing. “Did you put bug spray on them?”

“Not yet.”

“Hank!” She climbed off his lap. Or tried to. He pulled her right back down again, ignoring her irked expression. “Let me up, Henry Watson, or our children are going to be eaten alive by bugs.”

“I will. I just wanted to kiss you one more time first.” He cupped the back of her head and gave her the softest, sweetest kiss. “I love you, Rebecca Loftis Watson. You make me the happiest man alive.”

And she decided that she could stay for maybe just one more kiss.

Her life was busy and chaotic . . . and wonderful, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Excerpt from HER CHRISTMAS COWBOY

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HER CHRISTMAS COWBOY

Coming October 2020 from Jove!

Caleb Watson had skills. Or so he told himself. He could rope a runaway heifer from horseback. He could keep even the most ornery herd of cattle together. He could ease a breech calf out of its mother without blinking an eye. He could saddle a horse faster than anyone he knew.

And those were just his ranching skills. Back when he lived in Alaska, he could track anything, fix a snowmobile out in the field, survive on his own for weeks. Heck, he could even build a log cabin and have it fully functional within a short time frame.

He was strong. Capable. Self-sufficient.

He stared at the front doors to the elementary school and wished he would stop sweating.

Because Caleb had to acknowledge that when it came to skills in the field or in ranching, he could handle himself with the best.

But when it came to talking to people . . . ?

He was the worst.

The absolute worst.

His younger brother, Jack, was smooth. He could talk the pants off anyone and always managed to get his way with a smile and a wink. His older brother, Hank, wasn’t much of a talker, but he was still better than Caleb.

It wasn’t just that Caleb clammed up around people. His mind went blank and nothing would come forward. It was like the moment he was required to give a response, he forgot what words were.

Most of the time he didn’t care. He was a cowboy; the cattle didn’t mind if he was silent. His brothers didn’t mind if he wasn’t chatty.

But around women, it was a problem.