Free His Callahan Bride's Baby (Callahan Cowboys) by Tina Leonard

you haven’t chafed a bit under our grandfather’s grip on our life.”
    Dante glared. “I do not chafe. I serve.”
    “So? What’s it getting you?”
    “It’s not supposed to get any of us anything. Let me tell you what the frogs in this theoretical pond of yours are. One, we don’t turn our back on family. Ever. It pains me that I shared a zygote with you if you’re being this disloyal. Just because you want to leave and haven’t quite talked me into it doesn’t mean you’re getting close.” He glared at his brother. “Second, even if I wanted to tell Running Bear that I was handing in my family membership—because that’s what we’d be doing—I could never turn my back on Fiona and Burke. Nor my cousins, either, but particularly the older folk.” He got sad just thinking about it. Fiona needed them. She thought she could handle everything herself, but Fiona was no spring chicken.
    She was independent, though. If she had half an idea of how Tighe felt, she’d send him away to chase his dreams with a basket of cookies and a cheery smile.
    “As for throwing a wrench in our brother’s love life,” Dante said with a shrug, “there’s no need. There are plenty of wrenches to keep him busy without us getting involved, practically an entire toolbox full. No need to play dirty.” He drank some beer and thought his headache was starting to recede just a bit, thankfully. If he could get Tighe to stop spinning webs of his own glory, maybe he could concentrate on what a really good meal this was, how it had been a pleasant night for a drive, and how he was ever going to talk Ana into letting him kiss her, anywhere at all on her luscious body.
    Hell, he’d even settle for her fingertips.
    * * *
    T AYLOR WAS SO JUMPY she could hardly enjoy the evening, which she’d known wasn’t going to be a lot of fun. She wasn’t the adventurous kind of girl who enjoyed blind dates. But Tighe and Dante sitting over in the corner booth weren’t helping the situation at all. The waitress had pointed them out, mentioning the good-looking cowboys from Rancho Diablo, and how she’d love to put just one of them in a doggie bag and take him home.
    Taylor hadn’t been amused in the slightest, although Benton had laughed appreciatively. Was it coincidence that Tighe and Dante were here? Surely it was. Falcon wouldn’t send his brothers to spy on her.
    Besides, Falcon hadn’t known where her date was taking her tonight.
    Ash had known.
    It didn’t matter. Not comfortable with the whole blind date thing, Taylor was now just short of patience with her beau. Benton H. Withers III wasn’t a bad-looking man at all, if one liked big, handsome, sandy-haired guys. But she’d been romanced by a dark-haired rogue, and it made poor Benton pale by comparison.
    Darn Falcon, anyway. Benton was a perfectly suitable dinner companion.
    She was bored stiff.
    “Dessert?” Benton asked. “It’s a very tempting offering they have here.”
    He looked eager to try something on the dessert menu. Taylor smiled, trying to seem enthusiastic. “Go ahead. I’m full, but it would be fun to see what they have.” She tried not to glance over at Tighe and Dante again. The problem with Callahans was that they were bigger than life, so they tended to suck up all the attention wherever they were.
    “Share a slice of mocha chip ice cream pie with me,” Benton said.
    The man had flown from New York for this dinner, thanks to Fiona and her merry band of meddlers. “That sounds lovely,” Taylor said, even though she was working on a headache the size of Mount Olympus.
    “You should come to New York for our next date,” Benton said, and Taylor nearly choked on the tea she’d been sipping. She looked at him with alarm.
    There was never going to be another date with Benton of the pristine portfolio and dapper, streamlined looks.
    And that’s when Taylor decided that if she had to live through three months of blind dating and empty dinners with