Page 39 of Her Wild Cowboy Billionaire

When she got there, she saw Mindy had already opened the door.

“Travis!” Mindy hugged him tightly.

Willow stood at the top of the stairs and smiled. Her little girl loved that man, and she couldn’t deny she did, too. But she was also adamant they date for a while before marriage. And that Travis loved her in return. She didn’t want to go into a one-sided marriage.

He carried a long florist’s box. The kind used especially for roses.

She controlled herself and walked down the stairs with her head held high.

“Mom’s upstairs cleaning. I’m supposed to be dusting, but I’d rather talk to you.”

“How long since you actually dusted anything?”

Mindy jumped, startled by Willow’s voice.

“Mom. Don’t sneak up like that. You scared me.”

Willow cocked a brow and crossed her arms over her chest. “Because you’re doing something you shouldn’t?”

“I’m not doing anything I shouldn’t. I answered the door, that’s all. Travis is a bonus.”

Travis grinned and pulled Mindy into a one-armed hug. “That’s my girl.”

Willow frowned. “You’re a bad influence on my daughter. You know that?”

“Only sometimes. This is one of those times. I came to bring you these.” He handed the box to her. “When Kelly knew I was coming over here, she instructed me to bring you into the showroom. So let’s go.”

“Now?” She ran her hands up and down in front of her body. “I’m not dressed to go out.”

He looked her over and smiled. “You look beautiful to me. Besides, we don’t have time for you to change. She’s between customers, so grab your purse and let’s go. Mindy, you get to ride in the backseat.”

“Oh, this is ridiculous. Your sister will take one look at me and decide nothing will work for me.”

He shook his head and grinned at her. “No, she won’t. She has a very discerning eye. She’ll see you just as I do. As a gorgeous woman who makes an old ratty t-shirt and shorts look chic.” He winked.

Willow shook her head. “You’re both crazy, then.”

Travis chortled. “You’ll see. Let’s go.”

Willow grabbed her purse off the sofa and followed Mindy out the door. Then she turned and locked it. Just because Gordon Simmons was gone didn’t mean she should get lax on security.

Mindy ran to the car, climbed into the back and put on her seatbelt.

Willow got into the front seat and put on her safety belt before Travis had the car under way.

The trip from west Lakewood to downtown Denver didn’t take over twenty minutes, which wasn’t bad given the traffic. Rush hour traffic lasted all day now, or seemed like it. The Colorado Highway Department was always ten or more years behind where they needed to be when they began expanding a highway.

Travis pulled into a parking space at about 17th and California and they walked the block to the 16th Street Mall.

Kelly’s shop was in one of the high rises along the mall.

A brunette receptionist dressed in a pale-blue silk blouse with a bow tied at the neck gave Willow the once-over and frowned...until she saw Travis.

“Mr. Morgan. I’m so glad to see you. Are these ladies with you?” Her voice rose on the last word like she couldn’t believe it.

Travis waved his hand toward Willow and then Mindy. “Yes, Jennifer, this is Ms. Adams and her daughter Mindy. They are my guests. Please treat them as such.”

The woman swallowed hard and blushed profusely. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” She turned toward Willow. “Might I offer you ladies something to drink? Coffee, tea, juice? Champagne perhaps?”