Page 58 of Promised to the Cowboy

“Well,” he says, bouncing the little boy once. “About time we met the young woman who’s got Gabriel smiling again.”

Heat creeps into my cheeks.

Gabriel frowns. “I smiled before.”

“Not voluntarily.”

The older man stands, carefully shifting the little boy into one arm before offering me his free hand. “I’m Ben Sutton. Jacob’s brother.”

His handshake is firm and warm and immediately reassuring.

He glances down at the little boy, who’s now studying me with solemn gray eyes. “And this young fella is Max. Henry and Shay’s boy.”

Max immediately decides my necklace looks interesting.

“That’s about the extent of his conversational skills,” Ben says dryly.

The broad-shouldered man at the stove turns and walks toward us. He has dark hair and thoughtful gray eyes. He tips his head.

“I’m Henry.”

Shay slips her hand into his without looking, their fingers fitting together like second nature.

“My husband,” she says with obvious satisfaction.

Henry glances down at her, his whole expression softening. “Favorite title I’ve got.”

Shay’s grin widens. “Good answer.”

A quiet blonde woman carrying a bowl steps forward next. “I’m Luna.”

The man beside her rests an easy hand against the small of her back. “I’m Angus.” His blue eyes are kind despite the scar that runs from the corner of his left eye almost to his mouth. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

Before I can answer, a tiny blonde appears carrying an armful of napkins. She nearly collides with the man following behind her.

“You’re here!” she says brightly. “I’m Kitty.”

For a moment, I wonder how she and Delaney can possibly be sisters. Kitty is petite and blonde, while Delaney is taller with her hair several shades darker.

Then Kitty smiles.

Suddenly, the resemblance is unmistakable.

“And I’m Tom,” says the dark-haired man beside her with the resigned expression of someone familiar with introducing himself.

Kitty beams. “I was excited.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“I've been excited since yesterday.”

“I also know.”

She gives her husband a small frown. “You don’t sound excited.”

“I’m conserving my energy.”

“For what?”