Free The Bull Rider's Twins by Tina Leonard Page A

bites the pants off the enemy like you. You’re legendary for being a butt—ah, bulldog-like in the courtroom.”
    â€œBut this is personal,” Sam said, and Judah realized his brother needed to talk.
    â€œCome on,” Judah said. “Let’s go carousing.”
    â€œThought you’d never admit that you need a break from hearth and home.” He got in the truck, grinning.
    â€œFiona’s driving me nuts,” Judah admitted. “She feeds me like a lost lamb.”
    â€œAh, the benefits of home life.” Sam looked at him. “So where are we going? Howling at Bode’s bedroom window? I wouldn’t mind giving the old goat a good fright.”
    â€œHow about Darla’s?” Judah turned down the drive.
    â€œThat doesn’t sound like much fun unless the doc is there. We could run him off. That would be fun.”
    Judah’s thoughts instantly ground to a halt. He’d never considered Darla might be having company. In his mind’s eye, she was tucked up in her pristine bed waiting for his embrace—not the good doctor’s.
    â€œI’m not sure this is going to be as much fun as I thought it would be,” he growled.
    â€œKind of tame stuff,” Sam said, “when we should be painting ‘Bode Sucks’ on the water tower.”
    â€œThat’s kid’s stuff.” Judah frowned, thinking about Darla in bed with a rangy, loose-limbed retired bronc buster-turned-doctor. He had a horrible vision of Dr. Tunstall using his stethoscope to listen to Darla’s heart going thumpety-thump for him—or even worse, listening to Judah’s babies cooing inside Darla’s nicely watermelon-shaped tummy. “I need something dangerous.”
    â€œThinking about Darla sleeping with the good doc after the ‘ I do’s’ are said?” Sam asked, his tone commiserating.
    Judah turned onto the main road. He was loaded for bear, his mood as territorial as he could ever remember it being. He was tired of Bode looming over them; he was tired of Tunstall, nice as he might be. But nice and in-the-way were two different things. “‘Hang on to your ass, Fred,’ to quote a favorite movie of mine. We’re going to look in the face of danger with no regret.”
    Sam rubbed his hands together with enthusiasm. “Danger, here we come!”

Chapter Six
    â€œThis is your idea of dangerous?”
    Sam glared at Judah as he held Jackie and Pete’s girls, Molly and Elizabeth, on his lap. Judah waved a small stuffed pony he’d bought at the rodeo at the toddlers; he’d bought one for every Callahan child, passing them out like Santa Claus.
    Judah grinned at Sam. “This is definitely my idea of dangerous. What did you have in mind, bro?”
    Sam allowed little Fiona to crawl up in his lap. The triplets were dressed in their jammies, and old enough to realize they were being given a special treat of staying up past their bedtime. Jackie and Pete looked on fondly and with some amusement as Judah tried on daddy skills.
    â€œI don’t know,” Sam said, “maybe lobbing a peck-happy chicken through Bode’s bedroom window? Perhaps heading into town and seeing if we could rustle up some female attention? That’s my idea of living on the edge. Of course you are darling,” he said to mini-Fiona. “You’re my niece, so what else would you be?”
    â€œThis is plenty dangerous for me,” Judah said. “I’m not good with kids. I’m not cut out for fatherhood.”
    Pete laughed. “No one is. It just creeps up on you and you deal with it.”
    Jackie gave her husband a light smack on the arm. “You are cut out for being a dad,” she told Judah. “You’re a Callahan. All the brothers have a latent dad gene. I’m positive.”
    Judah grunted. “I can’t convince Darla of that.”
    â€œBut did you try?” Jackie asked,