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Red Hot Rancher

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by Maureen Child




  His dreams were shattered as she chased her own.

  Not this time.

  One look at Emma Williams and rich rancher Caden Hale knows he hasn’t forgiven her for leaving Montana. She’s back with a baby—the family Caden thought would be theirs. Has Emma really changed? Maybe. But one thing hasn’t changed—the incredible heat between them! But after his trust was shattered, can they really pick up where they ended?

  “I was empty, too, Caden.”

  “By choice, Emma.”

  True again. She swallowed hard and reached for him, half afraid that he’d step away from her, leaving her shattered just to teach her a lesson.

  She hadn’t come here for this, at least not consciously. But maybe this was what had been driving her since she got home. The need to touch him and be touched. To remember what it felt like to be so alive that she practically glowed.

  Emma moved up to him and kept her gaze locked with his. Laying both hands on his shoulders, she looked into his lake-blue eyes and said, “We’ve been empty too long, Caden. Fill me up. Fill us both.”

  “Damn you for leaving, Emma,” he murmured, his gaze moving over her face, then coming back to look deeply into hers. “And damn you for coming back.”

  Then he grabbed her, pulled her in close and bent his head to hers.

  Dear Reader,

  I love a cowboy. Of course, most of us can say that, right? In Red Hot Rancher, you’ll meet Caden Hale, a rich, gorgeous cowboy, and Emma Williams, the woman who actually walked away from him.

  Caden and Emma had been a couple since high school and they shared lots of big, beautiful plans for the future. But then Emma realized that if she didn’t leave home and try to make her own dreams come true, she’d never truly be happy—no matter how much she loved Caden.

  She’s gone five years, and when she comes back, she has to earn her place and the trust of everyone she loves.

  Caden and Emma have a lot of things to face, but when there’s love, there’s always a chance.

  I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did! Please visit me on Facebook to let me know what you think!

  Until next time,

  Maureen Child

  Red Hot Rancher

  Maureen Child writes for the Harlequin Desire line and can’t imagine a better job. A seven-time finalist for a prestigious Romance Writers of America RITA ® Award, Maureen is the author of more than one hundred romance novels. Her books regularly appear on bestseller lists and have won several awards, including a Prism Award, a National Readers’ Choice Award, a Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence and a Golden Quill Award. She is a native Californian but has recently moved to the mountains of Utah.

  Books by Maureen Child

  Harlequin Desire

  The Baby Inheritance

  Maid Under the Mistletoe

  The Tycoon’s Secret Child

  A Texas-Sized Secret

  Little Secrets: His Unexpected Heir

  Rich Rancher’s Redemption

  Billionaire’s Bargain

  Tempt Me in Vegas

  Bombshell for the Boss

  Red Hot Rancher

  Texas Cattleman’s Club: Houston

  Wild Ride Rancher

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  To my kids,

  Jason and Sarah,

  who have added so much love and

  laughter to our lives.

  I wouldn’t have missed a minute of it.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Excerpt from Seduced by Second Chances by Reese Ryan

  One

  “She’s back.”

  “She who?” Caden Hale looked up at his foreman, Jack Franklin. No one knew him better than Jack, which was why Caden was surprised to see the man now.

  Everyone on the ranch knew not to disturb Caden when he was engulfed by the dreaded paperwork needed to keep the Double H ranch running. Caden would much rather be out in the corral or riding fence-line, checking for breaks. Hell, to be honest, he’d rather be in the stables, mucking out stalls. But at least once a week, he was forced to sentence himself to hours behind the desk that had once been his father’s.

  Jack stood opposite that desk now and the foreman’s expression was a weird mixture of dread and shock. Caden braced himself, leaning back in the chair, tapping one finger against the desktop.

  Caden didn’t have a clue who could have put that look on his oldest friend’s face. He and Jack had been pals since grade school and when Caden took over the family ranch ten years ago, Jack had come on board, too. Usually, the man was unshakable. Not today.

  “Come on, Jack. What’s going on? You look like somebody died.”

  “Not yet,” his friend muttered, then swept off his Stetson, curled his fingers around the brim and tapped the hat against his upper thigh.

  Caden straightened in the chair, leaned both forearms on the desk and stared at his friend. “Just spit it out. Who the hell are you talking about and why should I care?”

  “You shouldn’t care,” Jack said. “But you will.”

  “Enough. Just tell me.”

  “It’s Emma, Caden,” Jack told him flatly. “Emma Williams is back.”

  And just like that, the day went from annoying to a crap-fest. Caden’s chest was tight, and he didn’t even notice how hard he was clenching his teeth until his jaw ached in response. Deliberately, he took a long, deep breath and willed the sudden tension in his body to drain away.

  Damned if he’d let a woman he hadn’t seen or spoken to in five long years get under his skin. And yet, he had to admit, just the mention of her name had done it. Caden closed his eyes briefly to fight the wave of tangled emotions rising up inside him. Anger and betrayal were tied for first place, but the rest weren’t far behind. Lust, the remnants of a love he thought would live forever and just enough pleasure to worry him.

  Emma was back.

  Why? For how long?

  And damn it, why did he care? He hadn’t spoken to her in five years. She’d tried to call a few times, but he’d never answered. Why the hell should he?

  “Did you see her?” he finally asked.

  “No,” Jack said with a sharp shake of his head. “Gwen did. She was in town this morning, getting some groceries. Saw Emma wandering the aisles. Caden,” he added, “she had a baby with her.”

  Another sucker punch and now breathing was becoming a hell of a lot harder than it should have been. A baby? She’d had a baby while she was gone? With who? Was the baby’s father here with them? “Damn it.”

  “Yeah,” Jack said. “When Gwen told me I knew this wasn’t going to go well.”

  “Good call.”

  Caden exhaled roughly, hoping to ease the raging tide of conflicting emotions rising inside him. Yeah, he was still furious over how Emma had en
ded things between them, but through it all, there was a hot, thick wave of need he’d never been able to shake. Just thinking about Emma Williams was enough to make his body hard as stone and his mind an empty cavern. Which was why, he reminded himself, he’d tried to avoid all thought of her for the past five years. It was only in his dreams that she came back to haunt him. Every damn night.

  “Did Gwen talk to her?” Jack’s wife knew everything that had happened between Caden and Emma. Hell, everyone for miles around knew the story. It’s what happened in a small town.

  Cache, Montana, had a population that hovered around five thousand. If you needed a big city once in a while, Kalispell was only thirty miles away. But Cache was large enough for Caden. It had everything he needed. There were stores and schools and Main Street was dotted with buildings that were built more than a hundred years ago. It was small, but it was his. A tiny town, where everyone felt free to share their opinion on just about anything.

  “Yeah.” Jack pushed one hand through his hair. “She says Emma got home last night. Didn’t tell anyone she was coming...”

  Which explained why Emma’s sister Gracie hadn’t said anything about this to Caden when he saw her yesterday. And he was willing to bet that Gracie was no happier about this than he was.

  “Says she’s home to stay. She’s done with Hollywood.”

  “Is that right?” Teeth clenched, he thought about what this would mean for him. He’d have to see her all the damn time now. The town would resurrect old stories and he’d catch people watching him with mocking eyes—or worse yet, sympathy.

  Still, she’d left once before. Why should he believe that she would stay now?

  “Caden,” Jack advised, “just let it be.”

  He shot a look at his oldest friend. Jack looked worried but he couldn’t help the man with that. If Emma was home, then he was going to face her and get a few things out in the open. “Not going to happen. She’s back and we’re going to talk. Set things straight right away.”

  “What’s left to set straight? You guys ended it five years ago.”

  “She ended it,” Caden reminded the other man. “Now it’s my turn.”

  * * *

  “What exactly is your problem, Gracie?” Emma Williams caught her younger sister’s arm to stop her before she could flounce out of the room Emma had just entered.

  The living room was as it had always been. Wide windows overlooking the front yard and the long driveway leading up to the Williams’ ranch. Furniture chosen for its comfort rather than style and now threadbare rugs that her mother had hooked before Emma was born. Watery October sunlight pushed its way through the grime on the windows and spotlighted dust motes floating in the still air.

  Gracie yanked her arm free. “You, Em. You’re my problem.”

  Her sister had been avoiding her since the night before, when Emma had walked into the house as if she’d been gone an hour instead of five years.

  “How?” Emma threw both hands high. “I just got home last night.”

  “Exactly.” Gracie tossed her short, curly hair back from her face. “You’ve been gone a long time, Emma. Then you show up and we’re all supposed to act like you’ve been here all along? Like nothing’s changed? Like the ranch isn’t falling apart and Dad has hardly gotten out of bed in the last year?”

  Gracie’s green eyes, so much like Emma’s own, were flashing with fury, and at least, Emma told herself, that was honest. Since the night before, Gracie had been shut down, refusing to speak to her. Well, angry shouts were at least communication of a sort.

  And everything her sister was saying jabbed at her like hot needles. She’d had time to look around the ranch this morning and Gracie was right. The place looked as though it was struggling and their father was grayer and slower then she remembered. But even as she felt that quick jolt of guilt, she defended herself.

  “You never told me Dad was sick,” she countered. And worry twisted with guilt inside her.

  “He wasn’t,” her sister retorted. “Isn’t. He just gave up. Because you walked away.”

  That hurt and she really hoped it wasn’t true. But it felt true and Emma’s pain rose up to choke her. She hadn’t meant to leave a trail of destruction in her wake when she left. Hadn’t meant a lot of things. And that changed nothing. “You should have told me.”

  “In an email?” Gracie asked hotly. “Or one of your famous two-minute phone calls? Yeah, lots of time for a chat then, huh, Em?”

  More guilt. Great.

  “You can’t lay this all on me, Gracie,” Emma argued. “You were here. You knew what was happening.”

  “And couldn’t change it,” her sister said as tears filled her eyes. She took a deep breath, blinked the tears away and when she spoke again, her voice was low, but controlled. “I was trying to hold the ranch together and all Dad could do was worry about you. ‘All alone in California.’ While I was all alone right here.”

  Stung, Emma swayed at the impact of her sister’s words. It was true that she hadn’t thought about what would happen here at home when she left. Maybe she hadn’t allowed herself to think of it.

  Five years ago, she’d seen her future laid out in front of her and something inside her had just snapped. She’d had to go. Had to try.

  “Gracie...” She didn’t know what she might have said, but it didn’t matter when her sister cut her off.

  “Don’t say you’re sorry. It doesn’t matter and besides, you’re really not.” She swiped away a solitary angry tear. “You did what you wanted to do. Just like you always have.”

  For the first time in this conversation, Emma felt a quick blast of anger. She was willing to take a little bit of bitterness from her sister, but damned if she’d stand there and be a target for whatever Gracie wanted to throw at her.

  “Seriously? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Emma moved in closer, kept her voice low so their father wouldn’t overhear them. “When Mom died, who was it who held this place together, taking care of you and Dad? Besides, you don’t do what you want? Since when? You stole Dad’s truck for a joyride, remember? And, you ditched school and hitched a ride to a concert in Billings—”

  “When I was a kid,” Gracie cut her off. “Don’t have any new stories to tell, though, do you, Em? Because you weren’t here.”

  This was getting old, fast. “A lot of people leave home, Gracie.”

  “Most of them at least visit.”

  “If they can afford it,” Emma argued.

  “You were on TV,” Gracie shot back.

  “For one season,” Emma reminded her and on one level, she couldn’t believe they were having this argument. God, she hadn’t even been home for twenty-four hours.

  Apparently Thomas Wolfe was wrong. You could go home again, you just couldn’t make anyone happy to see you.

  For some reason, Emma had expected it to be easier to slide back into her old life. While she was in Hollywood, this ranch, her family, had become her mental security blanket. When she was worried or scared or whatever, she’d close her eyes and let her memories soothe her.

  This was home. It was the one place she’d told herself that was there, waiting for her if the world turned on her. She’d always told herself that she could go home if her dreams crashed and burned. But home wasn’t what it had been when she left five years ago. Now that she was back in Cache, she had to admit that it wasn’t what she’d remembered. What she’d hoped to find. But even as that thought settled in her mind, Emma wondered if that was true. Maybe it wasn’t home that had changed, after all. It was her.

  But how could she not? So much had happened to her in California that Montana had begun to seem like a dream world to her. She’d written and emailed and video chatted, but the longer she was away, the bigger the chasm between her and her family had grown. And how could it have been different, when she wasn’t really telling them wh
at her life was like in California? She didn’t want them worried about her making rent on that dumpy little apartment in Hollywood. Didn’t want them knowing that she was hungry often and anxious all the time. So she’d been bright and happy and brief in those calls that had become less and less frequent.

  Her father, Frank, had always been happy to hear from her. But Gracie had slowly shut down, pulled away. And now her little sister could barely stand to be in the same room with her.

  And maybe she had it coming. Emma’s world was now divided into two separate entities. Before she left Montana and now. She preferred the before because dealing with the now was harder than anything she’d ever done. Now meant she had a sick father, a sister who hated her and a baby who depended on her.

  What felt like boulders dropped onto Emma’s shoulders and she almost sagged under the emotional weight of it all. But the truth was, none of those burdens were as crushing as the knowledge that she still had to see Caden again. And everything in her was torn.

  It had been five years since she’d seen him and five minutes since she’d thought of him. He’d been in her mind forever. Since the moment they’d met in high school, Caden Hale was all she’d been able to see. All she’d wanted to see. Until the night he had laid out their future together. Marriage, kids, the ranch, everything they used to talk about. Everything that Emma had come to believe was somehow destined.

  But that same night, it had become clear to her that if she stayed in Montana with him and never tried to chase down her own dreams, she’d end up resenting him and hating herself. So she’d left. Walked away. And she had the feeling he’d be even less happy to see her than Gracie was.

  Since the evening before, when she’d walked in the door of her family home, Emma had been dreading and anticipating the moment when she’d face him again.

  “Emma! Come on in here.” Her father’s voice splintered her thoughts and dragged her back to the moment.

  “Coming, Dad!”

  “Bring a bottle,” he shouted, “I think my granddaughter’s getting hungry!”

 
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