Grant Brothers
The Cowboy’s Surprise Nanny
The Cowboy’s Contract Marriage
The Cowboy’s Rodeo Rival
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Blurb
Jonah Grant wants to make his own mark on the world. As a horse breeder starting his business from scratch, he hasn’t had the easiest road. But he might have finally caught a break in the form of two beautiful studs for sale that would be perfect for his stock. The problem is Jonah doesn’t have the funds, or any means of getting them—until an old friend shows up with a proposition.
Virginia Leeland wants to build something of her own. The daughter of a traditional family, she refuses to stand behind a husband...she wants to stand on her own two feet. Still, she’ll take advantage of the money bequeathed to her by her grandmother and use it to buy Jonah’s beautiful old barn to host weddings in. The funds, however, are only available upon her marriage, so it’s a good thing she’s engaged.
But when Virginia catches her no-good, cheating fiancé, well, cheating on her, the marriage plans dry up, along with the funds for her business, and Jonah’s plans for expansion. The situation seems hopeless. That is, until Virginia has a champagne-fueled epiphany: she and Jonah can marry. In name only, of course.
But when their agreement becomes more than simply a marriage by name, their passion creates all types of entanglements: the enjoyable kind, as well as the more permanent sort. In the end, Virginia and Jonah will need to decide if they still only care about their business goals…or if the chance at love is what will really make their dreams come true.
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
End of The Cowboy’s Contract Marriage
Thank You!
About Leslie
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Also by Leslie
1
It was midday in early September—and in Texas, that meant it was hot. Hot enough for people in town to be complaining about what kind of summer they were in for. If it was hard on the townspeople, though, it was doubly taxing for people who worked outside; people like Jonah, whose horse training business didn’t exactly come with air conditioning. Far from it. The air around him was fry-an-egg-on-the-sidewalk hot, not to mention sticky with humidity and stinking of manure as he mucked out the stables.
And still, there was nowhere he’d rather be. A career as a horse trainer was all he’d ever wanted for himself, and he was damned proud of all he’d accomplished. Anyone who wanted a fancy job in a fancy suit with a fancy office was welcome to it. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing better in the world than a hard day sweating in the sun followed by a cold shower and an even colder beer. He was already looking forward to it when the sound of tires running over gravel made him look up.
“Lord, bless—I haven’t been out here in ages. I’m surprised I even remember how to get here!”
“Better watch it, sugar, or you’re gonna hurt yourself. You may have found the place all right but you sure aren’t dressed for ranching.”
Jonah let his hands rest on the small of his back for a minute, stretching the shoveling out of his system while he surveyed his unexpected visitor. Virginia Leeland was a local, although she might as well not be for all the city in her. This woman could only stand around five-foot two, but her damned shoes were enough to add another four or five inches. Her hair was shiny and blonde in a way Jonah couldn’t help equating with money, and her dress was tasteful but tight enough to stoke the fires of a man’s imagination. To top it all off, there was a diamond ring perched on the ring finger of her left hand big enough to skate on. It was the ring that really set his stomach sour, though. The sun hitting its surface and bouncing back into his face was blinding.
If he thought real hard, he could remember Virginia, only five years old and already prettier than the rest. She had been one of the many kids to hang around with the Grant brothers back in the day, when the three still had parents and the freedom to run wild. Back then, she’d been barefoot and covered in mud just like the rest of them. There was no trace of that girl in the woman he saw standing in front of him. What on earth could this bewildering stranger want with him?
“No,” she laughed smoothly, “I’m definitely not dressed for ranching, you’re right about that. Lucky for both of us, that’s not why I came here.”
“Good to know. Mind telling me why you did?” Jonah asked. He knew it was probably too blunt—bordering on rude—but he’d never really been all that good at small talk. Virginia had driven out here for a reason, and she probably wanted to be getting on with it. Surely it made more sense to get to the point, so they could settle whatever her issue was and get on with their days. The rest of those stalls weren’t going to muck themselves.
“Don’t worry, Jonah, I’m not here to take up a bunch of your time. I’m sure you’re a very busy man, so let me get straight to the point. I’ve got a business proposition for you.”
“Oh, yeah? You take up with horses? Looking to be a trainer? A breeder, maybe?”
“Me? Oh, heavens, no!” she laughed, slapping the hand with the offending ring over her heart.
“What line of business are you in, then, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Well, not much of one at the moment. I’ve been working for my father, helping him do a little of this and a little of that. It’s definitely not what I would call fulfilling, and that’s why I’m looking for a change.”
“But not a change to breeding horses,” he said, cracking a little smile.
“No,” she agreed, returning the smile tenfold, “not to that.”
“All righty, then I’m not seeing what kind of business you and I could do together.”
“It’s not really you I’m interested in working with,” she laughed, “it’s actually your barn.”
“My barn?” Jonah asked incre
dulously. Rather than clearing things up, her answers only had him more confused. If she was trying to say that his barn wasn’t part of his business she was kidding herself. Either that, or they had very different ideas of what his role was on his own land.
“Not the working one. That one wouldn’t suit my purposes at all. I mean the old barn, the one we used to play in when we were kids.”
Virginia looked over his shoulder as she spoke, and Jonah couldn’t help looking right along with her. The old barn she was referring to was just on his side of the border between his property and the ranch where he’d grown up. The old structure had been there for what felt like forever; certainly since well before his time. It wasn’t operational anymore with a new, more modern barn long since taking its place. That old barn, though, had sentimental value, and nobody had ever wanted to tear it down. Hell, it was a large part of why he’d purchased his little slice of land, although he’d never admit it out loud. Still, Jonah was surprised to hear that somebody would want to use it for anything. He was doubly surprised by the idea of a woman who looked like Virginia doing any kind of work at all that involved a barn out in the middle of the countryside. To him, everything about her screamed city girl.
“You think I’m insane, don’t you?” she smiled confidently.
“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t see what you would want with the place. It’s little more than a pile of old boards.”
“Oh, but it’s so much more than that! You may not be up on the wedding industry—”
“No, ma’am, can’t say that I am,” he said with a wry smile. If it bothered her, though, she didn’t show it. She was too busy looking at the barn in question, her eyes shining and full of some strange dream. Whatever it was, he couldn’t see it for the life of him.
“Well, if you were, you would know that barn weddings are all the rage. Your barn is perfect for that. We could make boatloads of money and with very little effort on your part.”
When he realized what she was getting at, Jonah was blasted with a flashback of them playing wedding in the barn as kids. Virginia had insisted on being the bride and had tried her damndest to make him the groom. He’d had nothing to do with it, but she had insisted that that barn would be where she got married for real, once she was old enough for that kind of thing. He could remember her hair shining like spun gold in the midday sun, much as it was doing right now.
“Jonah? Come on, what do you say?” she said, cutting through his thoughts like a knife through butter.
God knew he needed the money. His business was doing well, but if he was going to grow it, he needed capital. At this very moment there were two stud horses going on the market that he wanted to purchase, and badly. Depending on her price, selling the barn to Virginia would ensure that he could do that and still have funds left over when he was done. He didn’t love the idea of making the sale, didn’t like the idea of giving up any piece of the land he’d scrimped and saved to buy, but it wasn’t like the place was being used. If this turned out to be as profitable as she claimed, going into business dealings with Virginia Leeland could be a win-win.
Clearly determined to sell him on the idea, she started digging in her purse, pulling out a notebook that proved to be stuffed with photos, pages torn from bridal magazines, and sheet after sheet of paper crammed with notes describing flowers, lighting, pricing packages, amenities. It was obvious this wasn’t a whim—she’d put a lot of thought and work into the project. She started spitting out numbers faster than he could follow until he finally had to hold up a hand and ask her to stop.
“It sounds like a good idea, honestly,” he said. “It’s just a lot to take in.”
She flushed, then smiled—shy and eager all at once. It didn’t quite fit with her polished look, which made him like it all the more. “I’m probably coming on too strong. I’m just really excited to see this finally happening,” she said. “It’s something I’ve wanted to do for ages.”
“So why now?” Jonah asked.
“I needed the money I’m set to inherit from my grandmother. It’s a rather large amount , and I receive it as soon as I’m married. Which won’t be very long now at all, I might add.”
“Huh,” he said, genuinely surprised. Before now, he hadn’t realized that things like that actually happened in modern day life.
“She wanted the money to be a wedding present, but her health started failing pretty fast not long after I got engaged. So she put it in her will that the money will be mine right after my wedding—that way, it’ll sort of be like she’s there celebrating with us.”
“That sounds real nice,” Jonah offered.
“It does, doesn’t it?” she agreed with a grin. “And I’ll be using her wedding gift to me to make wedding dreams come true for dozens of other people…if you say yes.”
Jonah laughed. Just when he thought he’d heard everything, Virginia would speak again and say something else he’d never considered.
“I went ahead and had a contract drawn up,” she added, having the good grace to flush a little. “Not that I expect you to sign it today, but you should know what I’m offering so you can make your decision.”
“Sure, I’ll think it over. You can leave the contract, if you like. I’ll look it over just as soon as I get a chance.”
“Of course,” she answered, returning to a professional level of confidence. “Just make sure you don’t look it over for too long, Jonah Grant. Those studs won’t stay on the market for long. Far from it, I’m betting.”
“The studs…?” he answered stupidly, dumbstruck by the comment.
“Yes indeed. In fact, if what my sources tell me is correct, those studs will be snapped up lightning quick. It would be a shame for you to miss out on such a great opportunity. Shame for us both.”
Virginia handed over the contract, smiling and brushing his fingers ever so slightly while she did. Jonah had time to notice that there was a business card with her number paperclipped to the stack of papers. Then she was off, pouring herself into her expensive-looking SUV without so much as a backward glance. For his part, Jonah stood looking at the place where her vehicle had been for a long time after it was gone. It had been a quite a while since he had been really and truly surprised, long enough that he’d believed those days for him were done. As it turned out, there was still plenty of surprise left in the world. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to be a part of it.
2
Everything had been arranged so beautifully, perfectly, even. As she sat perched atop a bale of hay in the open door of the old barn, Virginia couldn’t help the bile from rising up the back of her throat at the thought. Everything had been going exactly to plan, right up until the moment when it wasn’t. And the resulting implosion of her life was proving to be every bit as catastrophic as one might expect. More so, even, because all of Virginia’s hopes and dreams were pinned on a soon-to-be marriage that wasn’t going to happen.
“God,” she moaned to herself while she twisted the cage around the top of a bottle of champagne, “that’s just about the most pitiful thing I’ve ever heard, and it was in my own stinking head.”
This was supposed to be the happiest time of her life. She was supposed to be counting down the hours until she could marry Tom, excitedly looking forward to the business she would launch after the honeymoon. She was supposed to be here so she and Jonah could finalize the contract to sell her the barn, for Pete’s sake. Now, everything was about to come crashing down on her head, and the only thing she could think of to prevent it was so insane she could hardly stand to think about it.
“When you make a mess of things, Tommy, you really do it with style, don’t you?” she said to her absent ex-fiancé and the swallows nesting in the barn rafters. How she could have been so completely wrong about a person, she had no idea. One of the reasons she had agreed to marry Tom was that she believed he would allow her the kind of freedom and autonomy her own mother had never been afforded by her imposing, conservative father. Little had she known
exactly what sort of freedom he’d expected in return for his understanding.
“Disgusting,” she muttered under her breath before giving a little whoop of success at finally getting the foil off of the expensive champagne. The champagne she was supposed to drink with Tommy on their honeymoon, she reminded herself stonily. She popped the cork, smiling ruefully at the indignant birds’ screeching responses. She took a long swig straight from the bottle’s sleek neck and considered that she should count herself as lucky. Lucky that she had walked in on Tommy screwing one of the receptionists from his car dealership before the wedding and not after. Lucky that she had dodged his secret expectations that she’d focus on her new business and on their home, and he’d be free to sleep around as much as he wanted. Just the thought of it made her want to chuck the bottle across the barn and watch it explode into a million pieces. She might have done it, too, except that it was nice champagne, and she wasn’t willing to waste one more thing on a man like Tom.
It was the sound of a horse’s hooves that pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts. God, Jonah was going to think she had gone mental if he saw her sitting slouched on a bale of hay, wayward bits of straw in her hair and a mostly full bottle of bubbly in one hand. She sat up straighter, doing her best to smooth down her blonde waves while simultaneously finding a way to hold a bottle of open champagne in the middle of an afternoon without it looking weird. In a barn. By yourself, she reminded herself miserably. She had imagined this meeting with Jonah plenty of times, but not once had it looked quite like this.
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