Cathy Gillen - The Texas Rancher's Marriage

En masse, the women streamed toward him. And one after another, with everyone in the hospital cafeteria looking on, they greeted Chase with more whoops and hollers and heartfelt hugs.

“What are you-all doing here?” he asked, beaming as if he had just won the lottery.

And maybe he had.

One of the ladies flashed a megawatt smile. “You said we could visit anytime and you’d put us up!”

“So when we all unexpectedly got a month’s leave and decided to go on a road trip, we figured we’d take you up on it,” a striking brunette added, going on tiptoe to give Chase another long, lingering hug. She drew back, the name-necklace at her throat glittering, and with an air of feminine possessiveness punched on his broad shoulder playfully. “Besides, what’s a holiday without our favorite guy?”

Okay. Enough was enough, especially with a big chunk of the hospital visitors and staff looking on, absorbing every word.

“Or his family,” Merri interjected sweetly, asserting herself once again.

The women all turned to look at her and the children.

Abruptly recalling his manners, Chase stepped back. Drawing Merri and the kids around him, he said, “Ladies, I’d like you to meet my wife, Merri, and our kids, Jeffrey and Jessalyn.”

Our kids. Merri liked the sound of that almost as much as the sound of my wife.

“Wife?” the women echoed in shock.

The brunette with the name necklace—Starr—stepped forward. “Kids?” she demanded. “Since when?”

“Don’t tell us you were married all along, you heartbreaker!” the freckled redhead said.

“Actually, we just got married yesterday,” Merri told them.

Six brows furrowed in confusion.

Chase lifted a palm, not about to go into it there with the entire hospital cafeteria crowd still watching. “It’s a long story,” he said mildly.

“Fortunately,” the striking brunette, Starr, said with a playful moue, “we’ve got all the time in the world to hear it.” She insinuated herself between Chase and Merri, snuggled up to his side and gazed up at him adoringly. “That is, if you’re still as good as your word, Chase Armstrong, and intend to put us all up for the Thanksgiving holiday, Texas-style.”

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