Her Forever Cowboy
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You Can’t Hide In Forever
The minute he lays eyes on Forever’s new doctor, Brett Murphy knows the town—and he—won’t be the same. Alisha Cordell is raising the temperature of every male within miles. But the big-city blonde isn’t looking to put down roots. The saloon owner and rancher will just have to change the reticent lady doc’s mind.
A week after she caught her fiancé cheating, Alisha was on a train headed for a Texas town that was barely a blip on the map. So she’s stunned at how fast the place is growing on her. That includes the sexy cowboy with the sassy smile and easy-going charm. Brett’s also been burned by love, but he’s eager for a second chance…with Alisha. Is she ready to make Brett—and Forever—part of her long-term plans?
Forever, Texas. Where romance lasts a lifetime.
“I thought we’d have a drink, celebrating our new relationship,” he told her in his best Southern-gentleman drawl.
“Our relationship?” Alisha echoed incredulously.
“Landlord and tenant,” Brett replied, indicating first himself, then her. “Why? What did you think I was referring to?”
Still sitting on the stool, she squared her shoulders. “I didn’t have a clue,” she lied. “That’s why I asked.”
“You want something light and fruity—or something hard?” he asked her.
The words seemed disconnected as they came out of the blue like that. Confused, she could only ask, “What?” as she stared at him.
“To drink,” Brett prompted. “Light and fruity—” he gestured toward the small array of bottles filled with colorful mixed drinks “—or hard?” he concluded, waving a hand toward the bottles that contained alcohol his customers downed straight.
“What did you just have?” she asked, nodding at his empty shot glass.
“Wild Turkey, 101 proof,” he told her.
She pushed her glass to one side and said, “I’ll have the same.”
Brett looked at her uncertainly. “Are you sure?” he asked. “It’s rather strong and you might get more than you bargained for.”
Her eyes locked with Brett’s. “I think I already have.”
Dear Reader,
Welcome back to Forever, Texas. Last time around, we saw the last of the Rodriguez brothers find the woman of his dreams right under his nose. In this book, I’m ushering in a new family, three brothers who found themselves orphaned at an early age and were taken in by their uncle Patrick, their late father’s older brother. Patrick was entrusted with running Murphy’s, the generations-old family-owned saloon (more than just a bar, a place where men and women feel comfortable going just to talk and grab a social drink—or soda). When Patrick suddenly became ill and died, the establishment was passed on to the three brothers: Brett, Finn and Liam. Since Brett Murphy was the only one who was of age, running the place—and keeping his small family intact—fell to him. Brett is the backbone of this family, having given up a great deal to make sure that his brothers are safe, together and properly educated. While he’s a charmer, there was only one woman he ever loved, and she made him choose between her and his family. He chose his family.
Dr. Alisha Cordell had her life all mapped out. A resident at a top New York teaching hospital, she was engaged to a neurosurgeon from a fine old family. The problem was that while his family was fine, he was not and a breakup between the two was inevitable. Nursing her broken heart, Alisha sees a letter on the hospital bulletin board from a Dr. Dan Davenport looking for a physician willing to come to Forever and work at his clinic. It seems like fate—but is it? Come read and find out.
As always, I thank you for reading my latest offering. I hope it entertains you. And from the bottom of my heart, I wish you someone to love who loves you back.
All the best,
Marie
HER FOREVER
COWBOY
Marie Ferrarella
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
This USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award-winning author has written more than two hundred books for Harlequin, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, www.marieferrarella.com.
Books by Marie Ferrarella
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
145—POCKETFUL OF RAINBOWS
1329—THE SHERIFF’S CHRISTMAS SURPRISE¤
1338—RAMONA AND THE RENEGADE¤
1346—THE DOCTOR’S FOREVER FAMILY¤
1369—MONTANA SHERIFF
1378—HOLIDAY IN A STETSON
“THE SHERIFF WHO FOUND CHRISTMAS”
1402—LASSOING THE DEPUTY¤
1410—A BABY ON THE RANCH¤
1426—A FOREVER CHRISTMAS¤
1462—HIS FOREVER VALENTINE¤
1513—HER FOREVER COWBOY¤
HARLEQUIN ROMANTIC SUSPENSE
1664—PRIVATE JUSTICE
1675—THE DOCTOR’S GUARDIAN**
1683—A CAVANAUGH CHRISTMAS*
1688—SPECIAL AGENT’S PERFECT COVER
1699—CAVANAUGH’S BODYGUARD*
1715—CAVANAUGH RULES*
1725—CAVANAUGH’S SURRENDER*
1732—COLTON SHOWDOWN
1736—A WIDOW’S GUILTY SECRET
1751—CAVANAUGH ON DUTY*
1760—THE COLTON RANSOM**
1767—MISSION: CAVANAUGH BABY*
1788—CAVANAUGH HERO*
1799—CAVANAUGH UNDERCOVER*
1811—CAVANAUGH STRONG*
HARLEQUIN SPECIAL EDITION
2117—A MATCH FOR THE DOCTOR†
2122—WHAT THE SINGLE DAD WANTS…†
2131—THE BABY WORE A BADGEΔ
2167—FORTUNE’S VALENTINE BRIDE‡
2192—ONCE UPON A MATCHMAKER†
2210—REAL VINTAGE MAVERICK§
2240—A PERFECTLY IMPERFECT MATCH†
2246—A SMALL FORTUNE***
2252—TEN YEARS LATER…†
2264—WISH UPON A MATCHMAKER†
2342—DATING FOR TWO†
*CAVANAUGH JUSTICE
†MATCHMAKING MAMAS
¤FOREVER, TEXAS
ΔMONTANA MAVERICKS:
THE TEXANS ARE COMING!
‡THE FORTUNES OF TEXAS:
WHIRLWIND ROMANCE
§MONTANA MAVERICKS:
BACK IN THE SADDLE
***THE FORTUNES OF TEXAS:
SOUTHERN INVASION
**THE COLTONS OF WYOMING
OTHER TITLES BY THIS AUTHOR AVAILABLE IN EBOOK FORMAT
To
Pat Teal,
who, 33 years ago,
said to me,
“Have you thought about writing a romance?”
Rest in peace, Pat.
I miss you.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Excerpt
Prologue
No one looking at her would have suspected that her heart had just been broken, or even bruised. She made sure of that.
Dr. Alisha Cordell prided herself on being self-contained. She wasn’t the type to let people i
n on her private hurt. Nor would she allow herself to shed tears. At least, not publicly.
Publicly, if she included the half-naked hospital administrator closeted with her fiancé as being part of the general public, the only display of emotion anyone had witnessed was when she’d thrown her three-carat diamond engagement ring at Dr. Pierce Belkin—a neurosurgeon who was much in demand, not always by his patients—and the aforementioned hospital administrator.
A flash of fury had accompanied the flying ring as well as a single seething word that wasn’t part of her usual vocabulary.
It hadn’t even been the sight of the ruggedly handsome Mayflower descendant making love to the vapid, overly endowed blonde that had made Alisha throw her ring at him. It was Pierce’s complete lack of contrition coupled with the snide remark—“Oh, grow up, Alisha. Just because we’re getting married doesn’t mean I’m going to be your slave”—that made her lose her composure and had her throwing the ring and then telling Pierce to take up residence in a much hotter location.
The story was already making the rounds by the time she’d taken the elevator from the fifth floor down to the first. Not that she cared about the gossip. She’d never been the kind to pay any attention to whispers. But what convinced Alisha that she needed a change of scenery was the fact that although the hospital was far from a small place, there was no doubt in her mind that she wouldn’t be able to avoid running into Pierce or any of what she had come to realize were his numerous conquests.
Good at shutting out things that irritated her, Alisha still knew that she would be able to hold her head high for only so long before the situation would become intolerable to her.
There was no way around it. She needed to find somewhere else to be. Preferably somewhere far away.
As a rule, Alisha didn’t make friends easily. Dedicated, driven, she’d ignored socializing to focus on becoming the best all-around general surgeon she could be. In part—a large part—to honor her father.
A giant of a man, Dr. William Cordell had been a family-practice physician. Alisha was his only child, and she had adored him. A nature enthusiast, he would go camping whenever he could get away. His wife hadn’t shared his interest in the great outdoors, but Alisha had, and he had taken her with him, teaching her all the fundamentals of survival.
Cancer had abruptly ended her father’s life when she was just fourteen. She’d never been close to her mother, and the two had drifted even further apart after that. Alisha closed herself off emotionally and worked on achieving her goal to the exclusion of almost everything else. It kept her father’s memory alive for her.
The people she’d been thrown in with at college studied hard but partied harder. She remained on the outside fringes of that world. Looking back, she realized that the only reason Pierce had pursued her with such vigor was because she was the only female who had ever said no to him. He viewed her as a challenge as well as a budding gifted surgeon. In time, he thought of her as a worthy extension of himself, a professional asset.
Added to that, his parents liked her, and his grandmother, a very wealthy woman, was crazy about her. She’d referred to her as her grandson’s saving grace and wholeheartedly looked forward to their wedding.
Secretly missing the comforting security of a home life, Alisha had accepted Pierce’s proposal despite the uneasiness she experienced when she’d actually uttered the word yes. Her uneasiness refused to completely go away even as the weeks went by.
She should have gone with her gut. Alisha upbraided herself after the engagement ring—a family heirloom—had left her finger. It was her gut that had told her to turn Pierce down; her gut that told her that a so-called fairy-tale wedding and marriage were not in the cards for her, not with this self-centered Adonis. But loneliness was a powerful persuader, and she really had liked his family. In a moment of weakness, she’d agreed.
And now she was paying for it, Alisha thought ruefully.
The worst part was that this was not the first time she’d caught Pierce being unfaithful. But in each case, it had been after the fact, certainly not during the act, the way it had been this last time. And those other times, he’d made apologetic noises that she’d accepted. This time, there hadn’t even been the pretense of regret or remorse. If there was any regret about the incident, it was that he had gotten caught, nothing beyond that.
Well, her engagement—and Pierce—were now part of her past, and she wanted no reminders, no chance encounters to haunt her and make her uncomfortable, even inwardly. It didn’t matter how good a poker face she could maintain, she didn’t want to be reminded of her near-terminal mistake.
Moving away was not a problem. But finding a destination was. Where could she go? As if some unseen force was taking matters in hand, Alisha became aware of the fact that she was pondering her fate standing next to the physicians’ bulletin board, the one where almost anything could be found by those who had the patience to carefully scan the different missives tacked onto that board. There were courtside tickets to the next basketball game being offered for sale—or more accurately, resale—slightly used furniture in reasonable shape could be gotten for a song and so on. All in all, it was like a visual bazaar without the noise.
For a fleeting moment, looking at the bulletin board, it occurred to Alisha that she could have offered her engagement ring up for sale, but she decided that throwing it at Pierce was infinitely more satisfying than any money she could have gotten for it.
Besides, it had belonged to his grandmother, and she had liked the woman.
That was when she spotted it. A letter tacked on the upper left corner of the bulletin board. It was almost obscured by an ad for a European cruise of a lifetime. Moving the ad aside, she saw that the neatly typed letter was addressed to “Any budding, selfless physician reading this letter who might be willing to put in long hours for very little financial reward, reaping instead endless emotional satisfaction that he or she was making a difference in some good people’s lives.” There was more written after that, an entire long paragraph, describing the conditions in the area as well as summarizing the basic requirements. It was signed by a Dr. Daniel Davenport.
Alisha stared at the letter for a minute or so before she finally took it down to read more carefully.
Was this Dr. Daniel Davenport for real, sending something like this here? Alisha wondered. The recently graduated physicians at this teaching hospital were all aiming at practices that would have them working a minimum of hours for a maximum financial return. This letter sounded as if it was an appeal for a saint, or at the very least, for a doctor who was willing to travel to a third-world country on a regular basis.
Well, you wanted to get away. This certainly qualifies as getting away, a voice in her head pointed out.
Alisha stared at the address at the top of the letter. This Dr. Davenport lived somewhere called “Forever, Texas.”
Alisha frowned. Okay, not a third-world country, but she still hadn’t heard of the place. But then, she hadn’t heard of a great many places, and this Forever certainly sounded as if it was far away enough to qualify as getting away.
Alisha stared at the letter, weighing her options. The one thing she knew was that she did not want to remain here a second longer than she had to.
After a moment’s internal debate, rather than tack the letter back up on the bulletin board, she carefully folded it and put the letter in the pocket of her white lab coat.
Forever, Alisha mused. It had an interesting ring to it.
Chapter One
“Pinch me, brother.”
Brett Murphy, one-third owner of Murphy’s and the older brother of the other two-thirds owners, Finn and Liam, paused wiping down the long, sleek counter of Forever’s only saloon as he saw Dr. Dan Davenport, walking by the establishment’s tinted bay window.
It was not the town’s only physician wh
o had caught Brett’s attention but the tall, willowy young woman who was walking beside Dan. The tall, willowy young woman who was not Dan’s wife, Tina, or Holly Rodriguez, his new nurse.
“Why?” Liam asked, only half listening to him.
Though the saloon wasn’t actually open yet, and certainly not ready to go into full swing for a number of hours, Liam was doing a preliminary instrument check—for the second time. He and his budding band were playing here tonight, and Brett had raised him never to leave anything to chance or take anything for granted. Liam had his eye on someday leaving the saloon behind him and going professional.
Though he was seldom mesmerized by anything, Dan’s companion had managed to completely captivate him, even at this distance.
Now, that is one gorgeous woman, Brett couldn’t help thinking.
“Because, little brother,” he said aloud, “I think I’ve just seen the woman of my dreams.”
That managed to get Liam’s attention. His guitar temporarily forgotten, Liam looked up at his oldest brother then turned to see what Brett was talking about.
At that point, the young woman who had so completely caught Brett’s fancy had disappeared from view. Her presence was replaced by another female who was passing by. Mildred Haggerty.
Liam’s jaw slackened and dropped as he turned back to look at his brother.
“Mrs. Haggerty is the woman of your dreams?” he asked incredulously. “Have you had your eyes checked lately? Better yet, have you had your head checked lately?” Liam asked.
Mildred Haggerty was as tall as she was wide, had an overbearing personality with an unabashed drive to dominate everyone she came in contact with. A woman of some independent means, in her lifetime, she had buried three husbands. Rumor had it that they had all died willingly in order to permanently get away from the source of their misery, Mildred.
Brett looked at Liam as if the latter was the one who had lost his mind. But before Brett could remark on it, the front door began to creak, announcing that someone was disregarding the hours that were posted outside and coming into Murphy’s. In general, Brett was rather flexible about adhering to the hours carved into the sign, enforcing them when the whim hit him. He was not above welcoming the lone, stray customer before hours.