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Ryan had denim blue eyes and a teasing nature about him. He was the perfect guy for Megan who’d been married to a real jerk in the past.
Tate rested his hand on Jo’s shoulder. “Mom and Dad will want to see you.”
Jo nodded as Tate took her hand and led her to the far end of the living room where Bull sat in a recliner and Del was curled up on a couch, close to where he was sitting.
Bull McBride was a massive man, like his name suggested, and it was clear the five McBride brothers all got their height from him. Even though each was different in looks and build, the brothers were all muscular and good looking to a one. Blake was probably closest in build to their dad.
Del had short brown hair and was pretty and slim and Jo remembered her being one of the sweetest women she’d ever met. But she was a strong woman—she’d had to be, the only female in a house of six alpha males.
Bull and Del both stood. Bull grabbed Jo in a bear hug, knocking the breath from her. “Been too damned long, girl.” He held her out where he could see her. “You were what, eleven, twelve, when you left?”
“Eleven.” Jo smiled as she caught her breath. “It’s so good to see you, Bull.”
“My turn.” Del brought Jo into her arms for another hug. “Glad you’re back in Prescott where you belong, sweetheart.”
“I’m glad too,” Jo said. “I’m happy to see you all again.”
Del held Jo at arm’s length and looked over the chocolate brown velvet dress studded with crystals. “Simply gorgeous.” Del looked at Tate. “Why didn’t you bring her home sooner?”
Tate gave his mother a grin. “Took me this long just to talk her into going with me anywhere.”
“About damn time,” Bull said in his gruff voice. “You grew up into a fine young woman, Jo-Jo.”
“Thank you.” Jo felt warmth flush through her at the compliment and because it seemed as though they’d expected Tate to bring her to see the family.
“Danica and the other girls fixed a wonderful dinner.” Del slipped her arm around Jo’s waist and they started toward the kitchen. “Mexican. We’ve just been waiting for you two.”
“It smells great.” Jo walked with the petite woman, breathing in the warm scents of spicy meats and sauces.
Jo looked at Tate as he walked with them. “They were expecting me?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
A sexy grin curved the corner of his mouth but he didn’t say anything.
The house was huge and had a separate dining room with a massive table built for ten, but they were able to squeeze in two more chairs so that all twelve of them had a place at the table.
Big pans of enchiladas, tacos, and tamales were laid out on the table, along with bowls of refried beans, Spanish rice, salad, and several kinds of hot sauces and salsas. Water and iced tea with lemon wedges were served.
Mexican food was one of her weaknesses and something Jo tried not to indulge in too often—it was that little voice in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quite get rid of that held her back. She’d probably never get rid of that voice, but she had learned to cope. Tonight she didn’t let anything deter her enjoyment of the meal or the night.
She fell easily into whatever conversation she was drawn into at the table. Not only did she feel comfortable with this bunch, but she was also used to entertaining large groups at Jo-Jo’s.
Tate sat on one side of her, Ryan on the other. She liked Ryan a lot. He and Megan had just married a couple of months ago in a beautiful wedding. Not long after that, Megan’s sister, Tess, had run off with Gage to Las Vegas, not wanting to wait like Ryan and Megan had.
For a moment Jo wondered what it would be like to be married into this family, to have Tate as a life partner. Inwardly she frowned. Her thoughts were going in crazy directions where they had no business going.
Jo turned her gaze to Tate and found him watching her. She set down her fork. “Okay, big guy, why are you
Tate rested his hand on Jo’s shoulder. “Mom and Dad will want to see you.”
Jo nodded as Tate took her hand and led her to the far end of the living room where Bull sat in a recliner and Del was curled up on a couch, close to where he was sitting.
Bull McBride was a massive man, like his name suggested, and it was clear the five McBride brothers all got their height from him. Even though each was different in looks and build, the brothers were all muscular and good looking to a one. Blake was probably closest in build to their dad.
Del had short brown hair and was pretty and slim and Jo remembered her being one of the sweetest women she’d ever met. But she was a strong woman—she’d had to be, the only female in a house of six alpha males.
Bull and Del both stood. Bull grabbed Jo in a bear hug, knocking the breath from her. “Been too damned long, girl.” He held her out where he could see her. “You were what, eleven, twelve, when you left?”
“Eleven.” Jo smiled as she caught her breath. “It’s so good to see you, Bull.”
“My turn.” Del brought Jo into her arms for another hug. “Glad you’re back in Prescott where you belong, sweetheart.”
“I’m glad too,” Jo said. “I’m happy to see you all again.”
Del held Jo at arm’s length and looked over the chocolate brown velvet dress studded with crystals. “Simply gorgeous.” Del looked at Tate. “Why didn’t you bring her home sooner?”
Tate gave his mother a grin. “Took me this long just to talk her into going with me anywhere.”
“About damn time,” Bull said in his gruff voice. “You grew up into a fine young woman, Jo-Jo.”
“Thank you.” Jo felt warmth flush through her at the compliment and because it seemed as though they’d expected Tate to bring her to see the family.
“Danica and the other girls fixed a wonderful dinner.” Del slipped her arm around Jo’s waist and they started toward the kitchen. “Mexican. We’ve just been waiting for you two.”
“It smells great.” Jo walked with the petite woman, breathing in the warm scents of spicy meats and sauces.
Jo looked at Tate as he walked with them. “They were expecting me?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
A sexy grin curved the corner of his mouth but he didn’t say anything.
The house was huge and had a separate dining room with a massive table built for ten, but they were able to squeeze in two more chairs so that all twelve of them had a place at the table.
Big pans of enchiladas, tacos, and tamales were laid out on the table, along with bowls of refried beans, Spanish rice, salad, and several kinds of hot sauces and salsas. Water and iced tea with lemon wedges were served.
Mexican food was one of her weaknesses and something Jo tried not to indulge in too often—it was that little voice in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quite get rid of that held her back. She’d probably never get rid of that voice, but she had learned to cope. Tonight she didn’t let anything deter her enjoyment of the meal or the night.
She fell easily into whatever conversation she was drawn into at the table. Not only did she feel comfortable with this bunch, but she was also used to entertaining large groups at Jo-Jo’s.
Tate sat on one side of her, Ryan on the other. She liked Ryan a lot. He and Megan had just married a couple of months ago in a beautiful wedding. Not long after that, Megan’s sister, Tess, had run off with Gage to Las Vegas, not wanting to wait like Ryan and Megan had.
For a moment Jo wondered what it would be like to be married into this family, to have Tate as a life partner. Inwardly she frowned. Her thoughts were going in crazy directions where they had no business going.
Jo turned her gaze to Tate and found him watching her. She set down her fork. “Okay, big guy, why are you
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