Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,103

my mother’s kitchen like she’d been living here her entire life. Something happened to my heart each time she laughed or my mother looked at her with love in her eyes. I loved that they were close.

I hadn’t given her the ring yet; I was saving it for the cabin this weekend. I’d already enlisted Lincoln’s help with planning it all.

Blayze sat on the kitchen island, his eyes also glued to everything Kaylee was doing.

“Kaylee, have you decided if you’re going to help Mrs. Kennedy with her daughter’s wedding?” my mother asked.

“I have. I told her I couldn’t commit to it. As much as I love planning events, it’s just not my thing. I tried it and love doing it for fun, for family especially, but turning it into a business—I don’t think so.”

A part of me had wondered if it was my fault Kaylee had been doing fewer and fewer events. She had also been working a shit ton on her book editing. And, much to her credit, she was trying to learn as much as she could about the ranch. I loved that she was taking an interest in what I did, so in return, I asked her questions about her job. I was honestly interested in learning why she did what she did for a living.

She even read to me part of a book she was writing. She told me it was young adult, more for kids in late middle school or high school. It was good; she was good. Damn good. I’d asked if she was going to publish it, and as of then, she’d only had plans to write it. She’d figure out what she would do once it was finished. Whatever she decided, I’d be right by her side.

“Blayze, should you be on that counter?” Brock asked as he walked into the kitchen with Morgan in his arms. The moment she saw me, she let out a scream of excitement and reached for me.

“Come here, princess,” I said, taking her from her father’s arms. “Did you miss your favorite uncle?”

My father walked into the kitchen and gave my mother a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Dinner is almost ready. Why don’t you start taking the food to the table?” Mama motioned to Kaylee, Brock, and Lincoln.

Blayze jumped off the counter and reached for Kaylee’s hand. “Want some help, Aunt Kaylee?”

I’d already filled Kaylee in about Blayze having a crush on her a month or so back.

“Ty, would you mind grabbing a bottle out of the little cooler I brought?” Lincoln asked me. “It’s in the living room.”

“Sure.”

With Morgan in my arms, I headed into the living room. A large picture window looked out over the front yard and the front pasture. I could see someone driving down the gravel driveway. I walked to the front door and opened it, Morgan gazing up at me with those big blue eyes of hers.

“I know, princess, you’re hungry.”

With a quick glance back to the drive, I saw it was Dirk’s truck as he drew closer.

“Is that my little sweet pea?” Dirk said once he reached us, making goofy faces at Morgan and causing her to giggle. Then she held her little hands out for Dirk to take her, which he promptly did.

“Come on, dude, even my niece? You’ve got to capture her heart as well as the millions of other single women out there?”

Dirk laughed and kissed Morgan on the cheek. “This is the only girl I’ve given my heart to, so back off. You got your own girl.” I smiled, and Dirk raised a brow. “I don’t think in all the years I’ve known you, Ty, I’ve ever seen that smile on your face.”

“Probably not.”

“Holy shit. You’re in love with her.”

I nodded.

He stared at me for a moment, then laughed. “Dude, you’ve got it bad. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks. I actually asked her to marry me earlier today.”

Dirk’s eyes went wide. “No kidding. Did she say yes?”

“Of course she said yes, dickhead. It’s me we’re talking about here.”

Laughing, he walked past me and shielded Morgan from my outstretched arms.

“Give her back to me.”

“No, you get to see her all the time. I don’t.”

“She’s my niece, dickhead.”

“Mine too.”

“Not by blood.”

“So!”

“So!”

When the door opened and Kaylee stared at both of us, we stopped. “Do you two hear yourselves?”

“He started it,” Dirk said, giving me a smirk.

“Whatever,” I shot back.

I walked up to Kaylee and kissed her as Dirk made a gagging sound from behind me. “There are little eyes