“What about it? There was a wedding on and there was no place to stay.” What about the time you told Cordell he had to stay with Payton at Beargrass Hills Ranch because there was no accommodation in town?” Henry’s body might be aging but his mind continued to be whip-smart. Henry’s aggrieved expression didn’t match the sharpness of his gaze. “I have no idea why you and your brother think I’m always up to something?”Įthan laughed. Yes, I found some keys but no, I didn’t drive the truck.” He shook his head. Had his crafty father stashed a spare set somewhere? Before he’d left for town, Ethan had rifled through the key rack to make sure he’d found all the pickup keys. His father’s tone had been a little too smug. “Shame the truck keys weren’t on the rack.”Įthan shot Henry a quick look. “Technically it’s been only five and a half weeks.” Ethan sliced off a corner of warm waffle. “It’s been six weeks and the Doc said I could drive.” You sent me to Marietta yesterday to run errands so you could drive the pickup, didn’t you?” Remaining suspicious was the only way to stay a step ahead of the canny and determined man he’d discovered last fall was his biological father. “Has anybody told you that you have a suspicious mind?”Įthan bit back a grin. He then broke a smaller piece for the puppy, Milo, who chewed on Rocket’s fluffy tail. “Not at all.” Expression innocent, Henry fed breakfast waffle to the Australian shepherd, Rocket, who lay beside him.

“So my keeping an eye on Bridie has nothing to do with you wanting to get rid of me?” Even now, the independent old rancher took any opportunity to ditch him.Īmusement warmed Henry’s hard blue gaze. Henry had recently had a hip replacement and had resisted Ethan leaving his Colorado Springs ranch to stay with him while he recovered. Bad luck had nothing to do with him being designated the job to keep Zane Nash’s half-sister out of trouble. “Because you drew the short straw.”Įthan rubbed his chin. The timeworn creases on Henry’s face dissolved into a grin. “Tell me again why I’m supposed to be this Aussie cowgirl’s babysitter for the summer?” Ethan Morgan lifted a brow and stared at his father across the kitchen table. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

His Outback Cowgirl by Alissa Callen