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“Of course, Blayze. I would never write about something that I felt was told to me in private.”
He nodded. “Good, I’m glad we both understand that.”
I instantly started to twist my hands together, and I had to force myself to keep them still in my lap. Turning over my phone, I frowned. I hadn’t heard from my father yet, and I really needed to talk to him. I did, however, have a voicemail from Doug that I had no desire to listen to at the moment.
“Okay, I hope you’re hungry. My mother loves to feed people,” Blayze said as he pulled to a stop behind a few other vehicles.
Smiling, I opened the truck door and started to get out.
“I’ve got it,” Blayze said as he jumped out of the truck, dashed around the front, and held open the door for me.
We walked up the steps, and the front door flew open as a stunning young woman with brown hair and eyes the same color as Blayze’s came running out.
“Georgiana!”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “Morgan?” I gasped, taking in the woman before me who had been a child the last time I saw her. “You’ve grown up!”
Laughing, Morgan pulled me into her arms. “Love the dress!”
I chuckled in return as I looked at the dress she was wearing. It was almost the same as mine, but in a light blue and with quarter-length sleeves.
“And I love yours.”
Morgan linked her arm with mine and started dragging me into the house. “Everyone’s dying to see you again. The littles don’t remember you. Hell, I don’t even know if they were born yet when you were last here.”
“Language, Morgan, dear,” Lincoln said as she gave me a friendly smile and a kiss on the cheek. “Good to see you again, darling.”
“Thank you for having me. And to answer your question, I think Joshua and Nathan might have been like four, and Avery Grace was five?”
“That sounds right!” Lincoln said.
“Come on, Georgiana, let me introduce you to everyone!” Morgan pulled me through the foyer and into the large living room. My mouth nearly fell open as I looked around at all the people there. I instantly recognized Stella and Ty Senior, the Shaw family monarchs. Ty Senior stood, followed by Stella.
“It’s so nice to see you both again,” I said, reaching my hand out to shake theirs.
Stella pulled me in for a hug. “My, you’ve grown into a beautiful woman. Hasn’t she, Blayze?”
Blayze cleared his throat. “She has.”
“Lord, I remember how you flirted with this girl from the first moment she arrived on the ranch,” Stella said.
“Who hasn’t he flirted with?” a male voice said from somewhere in the room.
“That’s my brother Hunter,” Morgan said, guiding me over to another stunningly attractive young man. Did all these kids have the same blue eyes?
“It’s good seeing you again, Hunter.”
Hunter was still in college, but was also doing professional team roping. He’d won a college championship the year prior.
Taking my hand, he shook it. “It’s nice seeing you again, Ms. Crenshaw.”
“Please, call me Georgiana.”
A brilliant smile erupted across his face. “Will do.”
Morgan pulled me over to a stunning blonde with blue eyes. I was pretty sure Blayze had said earlier she was twenty. The blue eyes in this family, my goodness. “This is Rose Marie.”
“Just call me Rose.”
“Rose, you’ve grown up and so beautiful.”
She flashed me a brilliant smile. “And so have you. I’ve read your articles in Vogue; you’ve got an amazing eye for fashion. I have to ask, why use your talent for a sports magazine?”
“Rose Marie!” Kaylee said with a look of surprise on her face.
“What? I’m only asking a question, and I’m speaking the truth. She has an eye for fashion.”
With a soft laugh, I looked at Rose. “I love both. I grew up with a father who lived and breathed everything rodeo. And my mother was a fashion model. I guess I wanted a piece of each.”
Rose nodded. “I can see that.”
Morgan moved me onto the next person. “And this is Lily.”
I stared at her. “You were so little the last time I saw you.”
The young woman in front of me had dark brown hair and eyes the color of honey. She laughed. “I’m nineteen now.”
“Wow, are you still obsessed with horses like your mother and father?”
“Yes!” she answered, smiling brightly. “I’m going to school for Equine Business Management.”
“That’s amazing. Keeping the business in the family I see.”
Lilly nodded. “Sure am!”
“And here we have our next world champion bull rider, Bradly,” Morgan said as we walked up to a young man with almost-black hair and eyes the color of onyx.
“I’ve been hearing some amazing things about you,” I said with a smile.
Bradly took his hat off and gave me a nod. He was the spitting image of his father, Dirk Littlewood. Dirk was Brock’s best friend, and had won a number of PBR championships himself.
