Free Cowboy Sam's Quadruplets by Tina Leonard

darling bridegroom and tell him that I can take care of my own errands, like picking up my sister.”
“He means well, dear,” Corinne called after her. “He’s a Callahan, you know. Those men think they have to take care of everything.”
That was fine. Sam could be as pigheaded as he wanted to be—but he had no right to spring Jonas on her sister like this! Seton felt as if plumes of smoke were sprouting from her head. Poor Sabrina! Quickly, she started to text her sister to warn her—then put her phone away.
Sabrina hadn’t planned to tell Jonas about the baby.
Maybe Sam had a good idea.
Still, he had a nerve. Seton pulled out her phone again and dialed his number.
“Is this my beautiful bride?” Sam asked. “My partner in crime?”
“What do you mean, sending Jonas to get my sister?” Seton said. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“The idea hit me when I was visiting with Corinne,” he replied. “It was so good I had to move on it. Then I had to call Jonas and jolly him into it. You were next on my list to phone, but trust me, I was moving at lightning speed to get all the moving parts in place.”
Seton wasn’t entirely mollified. “You have to discuss things with me first, Sam. What if my sister doesn’t want to see Jonas right away?” Secretly, Seton knew the best thing for Sabrina and Jonas was probably to spend some time alone with each other—but Sam didn’t know Sabrina was pregnant.
Her and Jonas’s reunion had awkward written all over it.
“Sorry,” Sam said. “I really am, but bright ideas shouldn’t lie around growing moss. Wendy was over here again last night. I’m getting worried.”
Seton closed her eyes for a moment. “It’s all right,” she said, feeling slightly sick at heart for her sister. “You did the right thing, all things considered.”
“But from now on,” Sam said magnanimously, “it’s you and me against the world, beautiful. I promise.”
“All right,” Seton said, her attention captured by the endearment. Did Sam think she was beautiful?
“By the way,” he said, interrupting her Sam lapse, “we couldn’t get in touch with Aunt Fiona and Uncle Burke. So they won’t be here tomorrow night for the wedding.”
“I’m so sorry, Sam. I know how much that mattered to you.”
“It’s all right,” he said. “I didn’t give them much time, didn’t have much to spare. And when I mentioned it to my brothers, they all said they haven’t been able to reach Fiona in the last month. She and Burke might be vacationing somewhere.”
“Wouldn’t they tell you?” Seton wondered aloud. The P.I. in her went into instant digestion of the facts. It didn’t sound like Fiona to disappear without telling her nephews. She doted on the men she’d raised.
“Hard to say. We don’t call Ireland as often as we’d like. It’s possible they wrote us or sent us an email and one of us hasn’t checked the right email account. Anyway, I plan to swing by later to see you, so be ready, doll.”
“Don’t you have a bachelor party or something to go to?” Seton thought she should probably stay home with Sabrina—they had a lot to talk about. She also had to get her sister’s dress fitted pronto. Luckily, Corinne was handy with a needle if there were any problems.
“It’s bad luck not to see the bride the night before the wedding,” Sam said. “Remember, most folks would be having a rehearsal dinner. I can’t go two days without seeing my bride.”
Seton frowned. “You’ve seen me every day for the past week, Sam.”
“And we have lots of catching up to do. Be ready!”
He hung up the phone, and Seton put hers away, aware that with the slickness of a lawyer and the charm of a ladies’ man, Sam had erased all her ire at him taking over her plans to pick up her sister. In fact, he seemed pretty happy to be in charge of just about everything.
Seton went back to worrying about Sabrina’s surprise meeting with Jonas. Her sister was certain to be angry with her, and