Page 49 of The Cowboy's Justice

Settling in and placing two on her plate, she took a bite and let out a moan of pleasure.

“Wow, these are so good. How did you learn to make them?”

“My mom. She said every man should know how to whip up pancakes.”

“That’s brilliant.”

“But, Portia, I need to speak to you,” he said solemnly.

“That sounds serious.”

“It is. You took some dangerous chances and I’m not happy about it.”

“When?”

“For starters, the day William grabbed your bag and took off. What were you thinkin’ chasin’ after him?”

“I was thinking I wanted my bag back. It has my life in it.”

“If you feel you need to carry all that stuff around, you should make copies and keep the originals somewhere safe.”

“I suppose I could do that.”

“But even that’s not a good idea. If someone did manage to get hold of your bag it would be easy to steal your identity.”

“Ohh, I hadn’t thought of that. You’re right.”

“And then there’s the paperweight.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hitting William with it. Again…what were you thinkin’?”

“That I could knock him out and get away, and I did.”

“You got lucky. If he’d turned around he could have wrestled it away from you. It was way too risky.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, I do, but it was a spur of the moment thing.”

“Like when you were on the freeway and slammed your foot on the accelerator to cut me off?”

“You know I’m sorry about that.”

“Yep, but do you remember what I said?”

“About…?”

“Portia! The accident!”

“Uh…I’m not sure.”

“I said, if you were my lady I’d spank your butt for drivin’ like a maniac on that packed freeway. The way I see it, you’re my lady now, and I’m gonna do just that.”

“But—”

“Then tomorrow you’ll make arrangements to get my truck fixed and make sure I get either a loaner or a rental until it’s done.”

“Yes, of course I will. I would have done that sooner except—”