Carrying the Rancher's Heir / Secret Son, Convenient Wife

So done.

And she was Hawkins Sullivan’s daughter.

He wouldn’t forget that.

When Callie stirred, Tagg draped his hand over her shoulder and rubbed her arms up and down. He felt her fatigue as her body went limp. “That feels … good. I’m … so tired.”

He brushed a kiss to the top of her head. “Go back to sleep. We have a little time.”

“I’m not going to wake up to a note, am I?” She spoke quietly, holding on for his answer before she drifted off.

“I’m here, Callie. I’m not going anywhere.”