Her Cowboy's Triplets. Sasha Summers

little girl picked up her shoe, tried to put it back on, then tossed it in frustration. The white slip-on went flying, landing on the floor in front of Tanner. Tanner sat up, glanced at the shoe, then Cal. It took every ounce of India’s control not to laugh. Brody was fighting the same battle. She saw it in those clear toffee eyes of his.

      But the expressions on Ramona’s and Vic Wallace’s faces, on Miss Francis’s, were simply hilarious. She giggled, pressing her napkin to her mouth to stifle it.

      Brody, she noticed, was clearing his throat behind her.

      Cal studied the shoe, then Amberleigh. He slipped from the booth and picked up her shoe. “Lose your shoe?” he asked.

      “She threw it, Cal,” Marilyn offered. “Don’t like them.”

      “Hit your dog?” Suellen asked, hiding behind her napkin again.

      “Nope. Tanner is fine,” he said, slipping from his seat and walking to Amberleigh. “Want it?”

      Amberleigh shook her head, but there were tears in the little girl’s eyes. And India couldn’t stop herself from joining her son. “Want Cal to help you put it on?”

      Amberleigh stared at her with wide hazel eyes. India could only imagine what was going on in that little head of hers. “Don’t like ’em,” Amberleigh announced.

      “Your shoes?” India asked, taking the shoe from Cal and peering inside. “I had shoes like this when I was little. They pinched and made my toes feel squished.”

      Amberleigh watched her closely.

      “Is that the problem?” Brody asked. “We can get you new shoes, darlin’.”

      Amberleigh shook her head. “Don’t like ’em.”

      “Don’t blame you,” Cal said, sounding off. “Barefoot’s always better. Unless you’re working outside.” He placed the shoe back on the table.

      Amberleigh smiled at Cal again, offering him more of her newly peeled crayons.

      “Not in a restaurant, it’s not,” Vic Wallace said, recovering from his embarrassment to scowl in Cal’s direction.

      She stiffened. He could be as rude as he wanted to be to her father—or her. But her son was another matter. She urged Cal back to their table and sat, smiling his way.

      “The boy’s trying to help,” Miss Francis said.

      “No help needed. She needs to learn to keep her shoes on,” Mr. Wallace grumbled. “It’s ridiculous.”

      India watched Amberleigh slump farther down in her seat.

      “Vic,” Mrs. Wallace scolded, softly.

      “I’m so hungry I could eat a cow,” Brody said, making the girls laugh. “Or a hippopotamus.”

      “Or a ephelant?” Marilyn asked.

      “Elephant?” Brody nodded.

      “Or...or a whale?” Suellen asked.

      “Maybe,” Brody agreed, winking at them. “I’ll ask Sara if there’s whale on the menu.”

      The three girls “aahed” in unison, their little noses wrinkling up in distaste.

      “We should celebrate. Sara, get the little ones here a milk shake,” Mr. Wallace said. “Not every day your son decides to run for mayor. We’ll run a big campaign, plaster the name Wallace all over the place.”

      Brody for mayor?

      “Might run.” Brody glanced her way.

      He’d do a good job—because he was a good man.

      “Time to make a decision. There’s not a single reason to stop you, Brody,” his father said.

      Brody glanced her way again. “I can think of a few. Besides, I’m not much of politician, Dad. What you see is what you get.”

      “That’s why at least half of Fort Kyle wants you, Brody. There’s no one else in these parts with the experience you have.” Miss Francis seemed to be his biggest fan. “You’d do good things. Be fair.”

      India agreed, but she didn’t say a word. Brody would make this town proud and make the town a place to be proud of.

      “And you’d make your daddy happy.” Miss Francis nudged Vic Wallace in the side, earning a small smile from the man.

      India had given up trying to make her father happy—it was impossible. Besides, something this big shouldn’t be about one person. It was a lot to take in, to consider. Especially for a single father of three.

      She was a single mother to the smartest, kindest, most patient five-year-old in the universe, and it was tough.

      Brody’s sigh drew India’s attention his way. There was a slight furrow on his brow, like he was working through something complicated. Did he want this? If there was one thing the last few years had taught her, it was to follow your instinct.

      Clearly, Brody was conflicted. Did he have someone to talk to, to weigh the pros and cons of such a monumental job? Did he have someone special? Or was he lonely, like her?

      Her phone alarm jingled, reminding her to pick up milk on the way home and jarring her from thoughts of Brody and his life choices. Brody Wallace was part of her past, not her future. If he was serious about running for mayor, her father would consider that an act of war. Being Brody’s friend—an act of treason.

       Chapter Three

      Brody rode around the near-dry water tank. The ground wasn’t baked dry enough to crack yet, but it was coming. Texas weather was erratic, arctic cold to blazing heat—in the span of a day. But occasionally they had a nice in-between. Like today. A cooling breeze, bright blue sky and fluffy clouds towering up and casting long, slow-moving shadows on the ground beneath his feet.

      “We could use a good rain.” He spoke to his horse, Bear.

      The massive buckskin snorted in reply.

      He chuckled, tipping his hat forward to shield his gaze from the glare of the sun. He scanned the horizon carefully.

      A pack of wild pigs had come through the back property, tearing through the fences and digging ruts to keep cool. Besides being mean-tempered, the animals could cause a hell of a lot of damage to property. The game warden had called and asked him to keep an eye out, but Brody had yet to see them.

      A distant whip-poor-will sang out, making Bear’s ears perk up and Brody search the blooming cactus, mesquite and grasses for some sign of the bird. No luck; the bird was camouflaged well.

      Out here, things were clear-cut and simple. He could whittle through what he wanted and what he needed and envision what his future could be. A future that included things like happy daughters, healthy parents and a loving woman at his side.

      He knew who he wanted that woman to be. But, even out here, he had no idea how to make that work.

      She was beautiful. But the world knew that. Head cheerleader, prom queen and Miss Fort Kyle Cattle Queen four years in a row. The girls liked her. And the boys lined up to date her. He’d grown up seeing her for who she was—an awkward lonely girl who’d just wanted to be one of the crowd. Not looked up to or fawned over, but accepted.

      His mission was to be that person for her. It hadn’t happened overnight. Hell, it probably wouldn’t have happened at all if her father hadn’t made him off-limits. Nothing spurs a teenage girl into action like her father’s disapproval. Surprisingly, their friendship had become important to both of them. But what had started out as friendship turned into something more for him, something he’d never been able to shake, something India never knew about.

      When she’d headed to Texas Women’s