A Cowboy's Christmas Proposal. Cathy Mcdavid

wealthy.”

      “Well, according to Homer, Owen took stock options at Waverly. They bought him out when he quit, and he’s got enough to carry him for a while. Which is good because finding a job at his level and in the Phoenix area will be a challenge.”

      Nora filled a bowl with small packets of birdseed to toss at the bride and groom while Molly arranged candles on the altar.

      Unable to resist, she said, “He seems kind of young to be the father of three kids.”

      “He and his wife married in their early twenties and had Cody within the first year. His wife was the one who insisted he quit rodeoing and stay home. Which was a shame, Owen loved it. He took the job at Waverly on the promise he wouldn’t travel so much. That quickly changed, however, and, as you can guess, his wife wasn’t happy. ’Course, she did like the nice things his salary bought them.”

      “Can you really blame her? Not about the money but him traveling extensively. They had three children.”

      Finishing in the chapel, Molly and Nora returned to the parlor where everything sat in readiness for the open house. Molly knew she should get changed soon. Instead, she listened to Nora go on about Owen.

      “It was an excuse.” The older woman made a sound of disgust. “The marriage had run its course. But rather than just admit they were better off apart than together like two sensible adults, she blamed him and his job and made him suffer.”

      “Did Grandma tell you all this?”

      “She figured you’d be interested in him and wanted me to tell you.”

      “Interested in him?” Molly feigned shock as if nothing could be further from the truth. “Whatever gave her that idea?”

      The next second, Owen and his three kids strolled into the parlor. Molly went still, wishing she could disappear. How much of her and Nora’s conversation had he heard?

      The last part of it, certainly, judging by the amused expression he wore.

       CHAPTER THREE

      “PLEASE, DADDY, can we stay with you?”

      “Sorry, son.” Owen gave Cody’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. He and his kids stood in the parlor, waiting for Nora. “I’ve got to work.”

      Not work exactly. It was, however, the simplest explanation and one his kids were used to hearing.

      His attendance at the open house wasn’t mandatory. The brochures on display in the foyer mentioned an on-staff minister as one of the many services offered at Sweetheart Ranch. No need for the temporary wedding officiator to make a personal appearance.

      But after spending half the morning helping Molly, her sister and Nora finish readying the downstairs public rooms, he felt invested in the open house and wanted to see the outcome for himself.

      With both of them wanting to attend, he and Nora had struck a deal. She’d watch the kids for the first half of the open house, and then Owen would relieve her so that she could enjoy the second half. She’d insisted she didn’t mind, and Owen had begun to suspect the elderly woman had a real soft spot where kids were concerned.

      “I’ll be good,” Cody whined, hanging on Owen’s arm.

      He’d heard that promise before. Most recently this morning on the drive to Sweetheart Ranch from their mother’s house. Cody had started a fight with Marisa two miles into the trip. Owen couldn’t risk another incident ensuing during the open house. Molly and her sister were stressed enough as it was.

      At least the girls were behaving, Owen thought. They’d taken a shine to Nora rather quickly. Possibly because they were young, and she reminded them a little of their mom’s neighbor who occasionally watched the kids.

      No fooling Cody, though. He still suspected Nora might be a witch and shied away from her.

      “We talked earlier,” Owen reminded Cody, determined to remain patient. His children had been through a lot for one day. They’d been separated from their mom and beloved dog, were living in a new place, sleeping on an unfamiliar bed, and had been left in the care of a father they’d seen only four times in the last three months.

      Everything would be different soon, and Owen had his ex-wife, Jeanne, to thank for that. She’d been resistant at first, and he’d hesitated involving his lawyer to enforce their shared custody agreement. Taking a different approach, he’d convinced her the arrangement benefited them both. Owen got the chance to right past wrongs while Jeanne and her new boyfriend were able to have some alone time and go off on a short trip. Take-home lessons from Cody’s kindergarten teacher for the missed week of school had sealed the deal.

      Now Owen needed to make the most of the opportunity and not screw up.

      “When I’m working,” he said, “Miss Nora will watch you.”

      “I wanna go to the party.” Cody screwed his face into a scowl.

      Owen regretted describing the open house as a party. Cody was no doubt thinking games and prizes and cake and ice cream.

      “The open house is for grown-ups.”

      “She’s not a grown-up.” Cody pointed to Nora’s granddaughter Tracee, who’d been hired to serve refreshments and clean up afterward.

      “She’s fifteen,” Owen said. “Plus, she’s working. That’s different.”

      “Not fair.” Cody’s voice had gained considerable volume.

      Nora came to the rescue. “How about you, me and your sisters go to the kitchen? I happen to know where there’s a secret stash of fresh-baked cookies. If your dad says it’s okay, you can have one.”

      Owen felt compelled to warn Nora about his kids on a sugar high. “You might want to take them to the cabin afterward. Let them burn off their excess energy.”

      “I was thinking along the lines of the clubhouse first and then an afternoon nap.” She rested a hand on Willa’s downy curls. “This one for sure is going to need some downtime.”

      “I’m too old for naps,” Cody insisted.

      Owen checked the arched entranceway leading to the foyer. No guests had arrived yet, which was a relief. His son was on the brink of throwing a fit.

      “You don’t have to lie down,” he told Cody. “But you do need to behave for Miss Nora and can’t make noise while your sisters sleep.” He turned to Nora. “Their mom packed some games and movies and his truck collection.”

      “Come on.” She captured the girls’ hands. “First cookies and perhaps a glass of milk to wash them down. After that, if you’re good, we’ll play a game of Ping-Pong or how about croquet?”

      “What’s that?” Cody asked.

      “You hit a ball with a mallet through little hoops.”

      The idea of hitting balls clearly intrigued Cody, though he stubbornly held his ground.

      “I’ll let you watch a movie while your sisters nap.”

      “Which movie?” Won over at last, Cody reluctantly followed Nora and his sisters toward the kitchen.

      “What one’s your favorite?”

      “My Little Pony,” Marisa squealed with glee and skipped ahead.

      “No.” Cody slapped his forehead in very adult frustration. “Not that one again.”

      The remainder of their conversation was cut off when they disappeared around the corner. Owen was thinking he could learn a lot from Nora when Molly suddenly entered the room. Good thing he was alone. That way, no one witnessed his jaw going slack at the sight of her.

      She looked amazing. Not that