Her Cowboy's Triplets (The Boones of Texas 7)

“Don’t I know it,” Vic Wallace said. “He gets it from his mother.”

Ramona Wallace shook her head.

India glanced at her father, then at Brody’s, her green-blue eyes wide when they returned to him.

He took her hand in his. “You didn’t think I’d let a little family feud stop me from marrying the woman I love.”

She blinked, eyes sparkling. “I love you, too.”

His heart thumped against his ribs, so damn full it was hard to breathe. “Then marry me, India. Make me the happiest man in Texas.” He shook his head. “Whatever you want, wherever we go, we go together.”

She stared at him, the sweet smile on her face enough for him. But, not, apparently, for Cal.

“Hurry up and answer him, Mom. I want a little brother or sister, remember?” And, just like that, every person in Fort Kyle was laughing.

Brody stood and tugged her into his arms. “Still thinking? I mean it, we don’t have to stay—”

“This is home, Brody. Where I want to raise our family. Where I want to grow old with you.” She cradled his face in her hands.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He kissed her, a whisper of a kiss.

“Yes, it’s a yes.” She kissed him. “I love you, Brody Wallace. I always will.”

“And she’s a woman of her word,” Cal said.

“I’ll hold you to it, India.” He smiled. “Every damn day for the rest of my life.”

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