Two to Wrangle by Victoria Vane Page A

about this again, Delaney. Not now. Not ever.”
    â€œFine, then.” She turned with a toss of her blond mane. “Be a stubborn jackass. Do you know where I can find Rosa?”
    â€œMost likely in the bunkhouse kitchen,” Ty said. “Probably been cooking up a storm since sunrise.”
    â€œThanks,” Delaney said. “Has she told you if she plans to stay or if she’s going back to Houston? I was hoping to hire her on as a nanny.”
    â€œA nanny ?” Ty repeated blankly.
    â€œYes. Rosa practically raised me. There’s no one else I’d rather have.”
    â€œAren’t you putting the cart before the horse?”
    Delaney set her chin. “One way or another, Ty, I’m going to have a baby. I’ll give you a few more days to mull over my offer, but after that, consider it off the table.”
    Ty watched Delaney flounce off with a rueful shake of his head. He’d shackled himself to her once before, and that was one time too many. He wondered now what he’d ever seen in her besides a pretty face and a hot ass. Although she’d put on about twenty pounds since they were together, the curves seemed to go with her sass. He was quick to shake that thought away—he wasn’t going to sleep with her again. No. Way. In. Hell. Although they’d screwed like rabbits their first few months together, when it was over, it was well and truly over. He didn’t have a fucking clue where else to turn, but Delaney’s price was higher than he was willing to pay.
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    Replaying the events of last night, Monica rolled out of bed with a groan. What the hell had she been thinking when she threw herself at Ty? She didn’t know how she was going to face him in the light of day, so she avoided it for as long as she could. After taking a longer than normal shower, she skipped breakfast and then decided to look for Bob. It would be best just to get all the legalities over with and then leave. She should text Evan too. He’d offered his plane. She fully intended to take him up on it. Yesterday was none too soon to shake off the Oklahoma dust.
    Not finding Bob in the office, she decided to try the kitchen. Rounding the corner, she collided smack into a buxom blonde in a Western shirt and skin-tight jeans.
    â€œOmigod! So sorry,” the blonde exclaimed. “I was too pissed off to even see where I was going.”
    It took only a few seconds for Monica to recognize Delaney. Although they’d never been introduced, she’d seen the other woman in Vegas once before.
    Delaney stepped back, eyeing her appraisingly. “So you’re Monica. No wonder Ty’s all twisted up. Please pardon my lack of manners.” She offered her hand. “I’m Delaney, Ty’s—”
    â€œEx?” Monica supplied.
    â€œYup.” Delaney grinned. “But there’s no love lost on either side, believe me on that. Least not anymore,” she added ruefully.
    Did Delaney still carry a torch for Ty? Her expression suggested it, even if her words didn’t. Not that Monica could blame her. She hadn’t quite kicked the Ty habit yet either.
    â€œI came by to offer my condolences,” Delaney said. “Tom was a damn good man. They don’t make ’em like him anymore.”
    â€œThank you, Delaney,” Monica replied stiffly. While she appreciated the sentiments, their meeting like this was awkward as hell.
    â€œHow long are you staying at the ranch?” Delaney asked.
    â€œNot long. I’ll probably leave as soon as I’ve scattered Tom’s ashes.” Monica averted her gaze with a blink. The tears still threatened to come down at unexpected moments. “And gone through his effects.” She still hadn’t been able to start that process. How would she ever get through it? Especially with Ty by her side.
    Delaney looked surprised. “You brought his remains back with you?”
    â€œYes. I know