Free A Wedding in Red Creek: Rori and Jackson (The Sons of Dusty Walker Book 9) by Randi Alexander

receiver of the desk phone to his ear.
    She could tell he was listening to someone speak, and he
wrote a few words on a notebook sitting on the desk. Suddenly, he looked up,
his dark blue eyes spotted her, and he smiled.
    Smiled.
    After all the worry and jitters and paranoia she’d been
going through, all he had to do was smile, and her world started functioning
again. Damn cocky cowboy. She couldn’t stop the grin that broke on her own
face.
    “Listen, buddy, let me call you back, okay? I’ve got
something important I need to take care of right away.”
    She unzipped her jacket and walked closer as Jackson hung up
the phone and came around the desk.
    “Darlin’, I’m sorry I left.” He looked so worried, she
wanted to reach up and smooth the wrinkles from between his brows.
    “I’m sorry I made things so unbearable that you felt you had
to.” She was the guilty one, not him.
    “No.” He set his hands on her hips inside her coat. “I did
the classic freak out and pulled a Jackson disappearing act. I should have
stayed and talked it out with you.”
    She grabbed the sleeves of his thick flannel shirt. “You
should have, but I should have made it—”
    Jackson’s head jerked up, his gaze shooting to the open
door.
    Rori turned.
    Dylan, Killian, and Rogue stood there smiling. “You kids
need some advice from us married folk?” Killian grinned.
    “Hell no.” Jackson glared at them, but Rori could tell he
held back a smile. “Mind your own damn business.”
    “Know when we’re not wanted.” Dylan winked at Rori and
turned on his heel, stalking away.
    “Rori, if he doesn’t get this fixed right, you just call on
brother-in-law Rogue, and things will get rectified.”
    “Thank you, brother-in-law, but I think I’ve got this one.”
Rori gave him a finger wave and he headed back where he came from, his laughter
echoing down the hallway.
    “C’mon.” Jackson picked up a paper from the desk and folded
it, then grabbed his jacket and slid the paper into the pocket. “I’ve got
something to show you.”

Chapter Eight
    Jackson tugged Rori along with him out the back door of the
Walker building and helped her into the passenger side of his truck.
    “Where are we going?” He surely didn’t think this
straightening-things-out session was over and they would head home and fall
into bed for makeup sex, did he?
    “A quick drive out to the country.” Jackson walked around
the front of the truck and jumped into the driver’s seat.
    “But this whole town is country.”
    He laughed. “You can look at it that way.” Jackson got them
rolling and they headed north. “Before we get there, I want to say that I’m
sorry about the way I dictated the terms of our relationship like I was the
only one whose opinion counted.” He held her hand and gave her a quick look
before concentrating back on the road. “We’ll sit down tonight and go over the
plans for our future, one day at a time if necessary, until we’re both happy
with everything.”
    She loved that he wanted to do that, but she had to know
about their plans for this week. “Will you still marry me?”
    “Will I still…” He checked the rearview mirror then pulled
over to the side of the road. He leaned close and kissed her, putting every
ounce of his emotion into it. “Yes, I will still marry you.” He swallowed as
his gaze locked on hers. “If you’ll still have me.”
    She nodded, laced her fingers through his hair, and kissed
him right back. “Yes, I’ll still have you. But you also have to give me a
chance to apologize, to explain, and to make promises that I will keep.”
    “Done.” His gaze shifted over her face. “Tonight will be our
big talking-it-out night, okay? We’ll get things settled right, make sure we’re
both in agreement on every detail, and figure out the best way to handle
trouble that pops up in the future.”
    Rori had never been this relieved in all her days. “Then can
we have makeup sex?” She licked her