The Taming of Delaney Fortune. Michelle Major
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It’s not who I am.”
His sister only studied him, a knowing smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “Famous last words, Cisco. Famous last words.”
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“I’m here, Mom.” Delaney Fortune Jones rushed into the kitchen of the house she’d been born and raised in, snagging a chocolate-chip cookie from the counter as she did. Her parents were hosting one of their big family barbecues tonight, so there would be plenty to be done to get ready.
“Put the cookie down and wash your hands, young lady.” Her mother, Jeanne Marie Fortune Jones, had her back turned toward Delaney as she reached in the pantry. Delaney was pretty sure her mother had eyes in the back of her head, not to mention some psychic ability. She seemed to always know exactly what was going on with each of her children no matter where they were.
At twenty-four, Delaney was the youngest and the only one still living with her parents, but she was in no hurry to move into a place of her own. She loved her childhood home and the hustle and bustle that went with living on a working ranch.
“Sorry I’m late.” She set the cookie on a paper towel and turned to the sink. “I went for a ride after I helped the guys secure the fencing near the west border and lost track of time. But I’m here to help with whatever you need.”
Jeanne Marie turned, holding a large ceramic bowl in her arms. “It’s under control, sweetie. No worries. There’s still plenty left to get ready. You can help dish out the potato salad after you shower. We’ll need plates and napkins ready to go. And there’s a big pitcher of sun tea brewing on the back porch.”
“Potato salad, plates and tea.” Delaney flipped off the water, dried her hands on the paper towel, then took a bite of cookie. “These are so good, Mom. As always.”
“It doesn’t take much to please your sweet tooth,” her mother answered with a smile. “I’m sure Angie will bring her brownies, so save some room.”
Delaney patted her stomach. “I always have room for dessert. Besides, riding makes me extra hungry.”
“You’ve been out on longer rides than usual this week. What’s going on?”
“Flapjack has been restless,” Delaney answered before popping the rest of the cookie into her mouth. She went to the cabinet where her mother kept the paper plates and wicker holders for them and began stacking things on the counter. “I wanted to give him some extra exercise.”
“He’s not the only one who’s been restless.” Jeanne Marie’s soft arms came around Delaney’s waist as her mother rested her chin on Delaney’s shoulder. “I know it’s been difficult for you now that most of your siblings are partnered off.”
Delaney leaned back against her mother, breathing in Jeanne Marie’s familiar sweet smell. “It’s just Galen and me left now. I’m happy for the rest of them, but it makes things...different. Good, but different.”
“You’ll find the right man, Delaney. You’re an amazing woman with so much to give.”
“Spoken like a true doting mother.” Jeanne Marie stepped back and Delaney turned with a smile. “I know the perfect guy is out there for me, and I’m not in a hurry. I want what you and Daddy have. I love Horseback Hollow, and I’m going to find someone who values this town and the lifestyle that comes with it as much as I do.”
“Well, your brothers all have friends.”
“Who see me as their baby sister.” Delaney wrinkled her nose. “That’s just weird.” She reached behind her and unfastened the clip holding up her two braids. She’d taken to pinning up her long hair under her hat as she rode to keep it out of the sun and wind. “You never know—maybe the amusement park will attract some new cowboys to Horseback Hollow.”
“None of any substance,” Jeanne Marie said through her teeth. “I don’t understand your fascination with that development, Delaney. It’s a thorn in the side to most of the town.”
“Not to everyone,” she countered. “Amber Rogers is working with them, and Wendy and Marcus Mendoza can’t be too unhappy with the additional business for the Cantina. Maybe everyone has been too quick to judge Cowboy Country. Did you ever think of that?”
“I haven’t,” her mother admitted with a rueful smile. She gave Delaney another quick hug. “You have such a beautiful heart, my girl. I look forward to the day you find a man who will value it as much as I do.”
Delaney came down the steps from her bedroom two hours later, putting her still-wet hair into a braid that trailed past her shoulders. The barbecue was already in full swing. As usual, there had been plenty of ranch chores to sidetrack her. After helping her mom she’d found her father in the barn feeding afternoon hay to the horses. Delaney loved nothing more than spending time with her dad, especially with the sweet, musty scent of the barn surrounding them.
Deke Jones was a quiet, sometimes crusty rancher and his relationships with his children, especially Delaney’s brother Christopher, hadn’t always been easy. But Delaney felt like she understood her dad and his stoic devotion to the land and his work, so his long silences and gruff tone had never bothered her much. So many of her good memories from childhood centered around life on the ranch. She knew that was part of the reason she felt so strongly about creating her own life in and around Horseback Hollow.
But as her gaze trailed across the crowd of family and friends gathered in the house and spilling out to the back porch and yard, her breath caught in her throat. There was no doubt she loved her large, boisterous family, and her brothers and sister had all made excellent matches in love. But the overabundance of couples and kids made her feel the tiniest bit wistful for a love of her own. It was silly, she knew. Delaney had always been the bubbly, happy-go-lucky kid in her family. She was in no hurry to settle down, but she’d always been a part of a group. As the youngest of seven, she’d never truly been alone. While her brothers and sister focused on their new families, she was suddenly left on her own and it didn’t sit well.
“Would you take this plate of fruit out to the tables?” her mother’s voice called from the kitchen.
Delaney made her smile especially bright, although she didn’t think for a moment that fooled Jeanne Marie and her laser-sharp instinct for her children’s moods.
“I remember the year Stacey finally went off to kindergarten and you were left alone here,” Jeanne Marie said as she handed Delaney the ceramic platter. “You got into more trouble that school year than all the other kids combined when they were little.”
“I’m not a little girl anymore,” Delaney offered. “I can handle this.”
“I know you can, sweetheart.” Her mother absently touched the turquoise pendant around her throat. “But you have a tendency to get reckless when you’re bored. I wouldn’t be doing my job as a mother if I didn’t worry over you.”
“I love you, Mom.” Delaney placed a light kiss on her mother’s cheek. “You go enjoy the party. I’ll take this plate out and make sure everything else is running smoothly.”
Jeanne Marie nodded and Delaney followed her into the backyard. She greeted her brothers and their wives and girlfriends, plus Stacey and her new husband, Colton, on the way. After she set down the fruit, several of her nieces and nephews came running up and she was once again lost in the happiness of her large family. She forgot about her restlessness and feeling alone in the midst of so much love and affection.
“These gatherings just keep getting bigger.”
She turned as her brother Liam walked up. He was followed by another brother, Toby, who handed her a glass of lemonade.
“It makes Mom and Dad happy to have all the kids running around again.”
“It