A little bundle of joy means big changes.
Hoss McMasters has a working ranch, a bull riding career, a nosy momma, and a best friend he’s been in love with since he can remember. He’s a busy, happy cowboy, living the good life.
Then one morning he discovers a baby on his doorstep.
Well, Hoss does what any reasonable man would do—he calls his momma and his buddy, Sheriff Pooter, and they head to the clinic to see if Doc knows of any suddenly not-so-pregnant girls.
In the meantime, Hoss and his best friend, Bradley, have their hands full trying to care for an infant, run a ranch, and deal with the sudden confession that Bradley doesn’t hate Hoss for coming out to him in high school. In fact, Bradley’s been trying to catch Hoss’s attention for damn near a decade.
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Cat gives this one 4 Meows with a 2 purr heat index...
Two Cowboys and a baby was such a fun book. What could be hotter than a cowboy falling in love with a baby? Two cowboys falling in love and with a baby toss in a protective dog that can even cover the baby up and guard it, you have one great romance book!
I adored Hoss for taking in the baby immediately and was so curious how BA Tortuga was gonna handle the baby being his with him keeping admitting to not being with a woman ever. It was quite a shocking reveal.
If you like friends to lovers, cute babies, great friends and family, cute dogs and an allover fun romance you will like this one.
There was no arguing with Momma when she invoked Jesus. None. He knew this from years of trying.
Worse, not only did he know, but so did Doc Simpson and Pooter both. Fuckers.
So Hoss bit back his urge to ask what Jesus had done for him lately and nodded. “I reckon I can get Bradley to help with her while you’re gone, Momma. But we got to work hard to find her place.”
“Sure, man. Sure. You need for me to have some of the church ladies bring a crib and all, Miz McMasters?” He was going to rack Pooter so hard the man sang soprano.
“I have a bunch in storage. Thank you, though. Come on, son. Let’s take the little miss home.”
“I promised to meet Bradley in town.” He held up a hand when Momma opened her mouth to protest. “If I’m gonna ask him to help, I need to break it to him easy. You know how he is.”
“You mean dumb as a box of hammers?”
“Sharp as a bag of wet mice?”
“You’re not funny.” She was a little funny, but Bradley was his bud, for fuck’s sake.
“I’ll take y’all to the house, ma’am. You might ought to text your son with what all you need from the Walmart, since he’ll have to make a run.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Hoss murmured. Pooter had just earned the beer Hoss bought him once a week. “Pooter has to go look for footprints and sh—stuff, anyway.” He felt weird cursing in front of the baby.
Little Bit sighed and then passed gas, long and loud enough to be a Teamster.
“Holy shit.” Hoss laughed. “Did you get her pee bag, Vicki?”
“We did and diapered her all up.” Vicki leaned over and shook her head, frosted hair all stiff and sticky, one finger beeping the tiny baby nose. “Silly baby.”
He nodded. “She’s got great motion in her guts. No colic.”
“Freak.” Vicki shook her head at him. “You know all about cows and horses but not humans.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Hoss handed over the baby to Momma before he shook hands with Doc and Pooter. “Y’all keep me in the loop. I’ll go meet up with Bradley and do some shopping.”
Maybe by the time he got back from town, they’d have found the momma of this little one.
That would be the best situation all around, right? A baby needed its momma. Not some single, gay cowboy who didn’t know the first thing about little girls.
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