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“Say it like what?” she asked as she went down the steps.
“Come on. With that sarcastic tone in your voice.” He reached the sidewalk and took her around the side of the house to where she parked. The driveway was sloped, and by his calculations, they’d only need to raise the back section of the cement by three feet to accommodate a hot tub.
He explained it all to her, her hand in his back pocket.
“All right,” she said when he finished. “Let’s do it.”
“Yeah?” He faced her and slipped his own hands into her back pockets.
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m all in with you, Blaine Chappell.” She tilted her head back and looked up at him, her face full of happiness and light.
“Good,” he said. “Because I’m all in with you too, Tam.” He kissed her again, wondering if there was a level of happiness beyond joy. If so, he was there, because he and Tam were going to spend the rest of their lives together.
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Training the Cowboy Billionaire Chapter One:
Trey Chappell loved his mother’s cooking, and while she’d lured him here with the promise of chicken and dumplings, he didn’t entirely hate it.
It was time anyway.
The conversation had been fine. Better than fine. Good. He’d talked about the upcoming yearlings sale, as well as Blaine’s engagement, and he hadn’t once had to answer a question he didn’t want to.
Trey didn’t actually mind answering questions if he knew the answers to them. The problem was that his mother liked to ask him things he didn’t know how to answer. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t let go of Sarah. He wasn’t sure why he’d put all the blame on God and lost his faith.
Deep down, he still believed in the loving, benevolent God his parents had taught him about. At the same time, he couldn’t believe that the Lord would allow his heart to be so completely trampled on, despite Sarah’s ability to make her own choices.
He didn’t know why he hadn’t been able to make another relationship work, though he’d tried. He didn’t know why he was so drawn to Bethany Dixon, and he had no idea why he hadn’t been able to give a sure answer to her proposal. She’d asked him to marry her so they could enter the Sweetheart Classic together.
Really, so she could enter her horse into the Sweetheart Classic. She hadn’t gone into details, but Trey could still hear her say, “I need the money, Trey. Plain and simple.”
He’d said he’d let her know when he came to clear her garden. That had been last week, and while they’d gotten the work done, when he’d gotten a moment alone with Beth, he’d told her he needed more time to come to a final decision.
Her time was running out, and Trey felt it ticking away second by second, the clicking actually loud in his ears.
They had to be married by Halloween, with his name on the horse’s certificate before she could register it for the Sweetheart Classic. It wasn’t October yet, but it would be in a few days, and he really needed to come to a decision.
“Are you seeing anyone new?” Mom asked, and Trey put the last bite of his chicken and dumplings in his mouth.
He took a few seconds to chew and swallow, trying to formulate the right answer. “Kind of,” he said.
Mom’s brow furrowed. “How can youkind ofbe seeing someone?”
“Jules,” Daddy said, and his mom lifted one hand.
“Sorry,” she said. “Sorry, Trey. I know how dating goes these days. You like her, and you’re not sure if she likes you, and you want to be her boyfriend, but maybe you’re not yet, so there’s this middle ground wherekind ofexists.”
Trey gaped at his mother. It was the third Sunday in a row he’d eaten with them alone, and he found all of his hard feelings softening and falling away. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s a little bit like that.”
