McKettricks of Texas: Austin by Linda Lael Miller Read Free Book Online

from you!”
    â€œYou have a better one?”
    She said nothing.
    â€œI didn’t think so,” Austin said smugly.
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    A USTIN HAD BEEN BAITING HER, Paige knew that.
    But knowing hadn’t kept her from taking the hook.
    Get it out of our systems.
    Put the whole thing behind us, get on with our lives.
    Indeed.
    Standing at the counter in Julie and Garrett’s kitchen, upstairs at the Silver Spur ranch house, Paige whacked hard at the green onions she was chopping for the salad. Julie reached out, stopped her by grasping her wrist.
    â€œWhoa,” she said. “If you’re not careful, you’ll chop off a finger.”
    Libby, standing nearby and busy pouring white wine into three elegant glasses, grinned knowingly at her two younger sisters.
    All three of the McKettrick men were outside, in the small, private courtyard at the bottom of a flight of stucco steps, barbecuing steaks and hamburgers. Calvin, Tate’s twin daughters and the pack of dogs were with them.
    â€œYou know, Paige,” Libby observed, handing her a glass, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you and Austin were—back on, or something.”
    Julie’s eyes twinkled as she accepted a wineglass for herself and took a sip. “Or something,” she murmured after swallowing.
    â€œStop it, both of you,” Paige protested. “Austin and I are not ‘back on.’ The man infuriates me.”
    Libby smiled, resting a hip against the side of thecounter, but said nothing. The firstborn daughter in the Remington family, Libby had light brown hair and expressive blue eyes. She and Tate were crazy about each other, and they would have beautiful children together.
    â€œWhy?” Julie asked. The second sister, a year younger than Libby and a year older than Paige, Julie had chameleon eyes. They seemed a fierce shade of bluish green at the moment, though the color changed with what she was wearing and often looked hazel, and her coppery hair fell naturally into wonderful, spiraling curls past her shoulders.
    â€œWhy?” Paige echoed, stalling.
    â€œWhy does Austin infuriate you?” Julie wanted to know.
    â€œBecause he’s so—sure of himself,” Paige said. There were probably a million reasons, but that was the first to come to mind.
    Libby raised both eyebrows. “This is a bad thing?” she asked.
    Paige wanted her sisters to understand. Take her side. If anybody knew how badly her heart had been broken, they did. “He’s arrogant.”
    Julie laughed. “No,” she said with a shake of her head, “he’s a McKettrick. ”
    Paige took a sip from her wineglass—and nearly choked. She set the drink aside and promptly forgot all about it. “The difference being…?”
    Julie and Libby exchanged knowing glances over the rims of their wineglasses.
    â€œIf you still care about Austin,” Julie said presently, after a visible gathering of internal forces, “there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re not in high school anymore,after all, and there’s no denying that the man is all McKettrick.”
    Paige folded her arms. “Look,” she said, “I know you’re both madly in love with McKettrick men, and I’m happy for you—I really, truly am—but if you think I’m going to decide all is forgiven and fall into Austin’s bed as if nothing ever happened, you’re sadly mistaken.”
    â€œShe’s not going to fall into Austin’s bed,” Libby said to Julie very seriously.
    â€œShe’s not going to fall back into Austin’s bed,” Julie said.
    Paige stepped between them and waved both arms. “Hello? I’m in the room,” she told her sisters. “I can hear everything you’re saying.”
    Libby and Julie laughed. And they raised their wineglasses to each other.
    â€œI give them seventy-two hours,” Libby