A Bride for the Boss

by Maureen Child

  This rich rancher needs his assistant for business and pleasure! Only from USA TODAY bestselling author Maureen Child

  Andi Beaumont has a dilemma: she’s wedded to her job, when she really wants to wed her boss, Mac McCallum. The only solution: quit and save herself from heartbreak. But Mac isn’t having it.

  The Texas Cattleman’s Club stalwart has weathered many storms, including a recent attempt to destroy his ranching business. He can’t let Andi get away. So he comes up with a plan to get closer to her. But his all-business approach is about to backfire when he discovers the pure pleasure of being with his alluring assistant...

  “You make it sound like I’m your cheating wife.”

  She sighed. “I didn’t leave you. I left my job.”

  But she had left him, Mac thought. It hadn’t felt like an employee walking out, but a betrayal.

  “Same thing.” His gaze fixed on her and for the first time, he noticed that she wore a tiny tank top and a silky pair of drawstring pants. Her feet were bare and her toenails were painted a soft blush pink. Her hair was long and loose over her shoulders, just skimming the tops of her breasts.

  Mac took a breath and wondered where that flash of heat swamping him had come from. He’d been with Andi nearly every day for the past six years and he’d never reacted to her like this before. Sure, she was pretty, but she was his assistant. The one stable, organized, efficient woman in his life, and he’d never taken the time to notice that she was so much more than that.

  Now it was all he could notice.

  * * *

  A Bride for the Boss is part of the series Texas Cattleman’s Club: Lies and Lullabies—Baby secrets and a scheming sheikh rock Royal, Texas

  Dear Reader,

  Working on a continuity series is always a treat. First, I get to work with some wonderful writers and together we plot and plan and tweak our stories so that hopefully, they all mesh into a wonderful experience for you. Our readers.

  And really, I think this edition of the Texas Cattleman’s Club continuity is great. I had a terrific time with this story.

  There’s nothing more fun than writing about a clueless man who wises up in time to realize that the woman of his dreams has always been right there in front of him.

  David “Mac” McCallum is focused on his work and looking out for his younger sister Violet. For years, Andrea “Andi” Beaumont has been Mac’s executive assistant. She keeps his business and his life organized and running smoothly. So when she abruptly quits her job, Mac has to do everything he can to get her back.

  I hope you enjoy A Bride for the Boss and please, stop by my Facebook page to let me know what you think!

  Until next time, happy reading!

  MAUREEN CHILD

  A Bride for the Boss

  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 an 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.

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  Double the Trouble

  Pregnant by the Boss

  Having Her Boss’s Baby

  A Baby for the Boss

  Snowbound with the Boss

  Texas Cattleman’s Club: Lies and Lullabies

  A Bride for the Boss

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from A Pregnancy Scandal by Kat Cantrell

  One

  “What do you mean, you quit?” David “Mac” McCallum stared at his assistant and shook his head. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny.”

  Andrea Beaumont took a deep breath, then said sharply, “Not a joke, Mac. I’m dead serious.”

  He could see that, and he didn’t much care for it. Usually when Andi stepped into his office, it was to remind him of a meeting or a phone call, or to tell him she’d come up with some new way to organize his life and business.

  But at the moment, she had angry glints firing in her normally placid gray eyes, and he’d do well to pay attention. Having a younger sister had taught him early to watch his step around women. Violet had a temper that could peel paint, and Mac knew that a wise man stayed out of range when a woman got a certain look about her. Right now, Andi—his calm, cool, organized executive assistant—appeared to be ready for battle.

  Andi looked the same as always, even though she was in the middle of tossing his well-ordered world upside down. June sunlight slipped through the wide windows at Mac’s back and poured over her like molten gold. Her long, straight, dark brown hair hung past the shoulders of the pale blue blazer she wore over a white dress shirt and dark blue jeans. Black boots, shined to a mirror gleam, finished off the outfit. Her storm-gray eyes were fixed on him unblinkingly and her full, generous mouth was pinched into a grim slash of determination.

  Looked like they were about to have a “discussion.”

  Mac braced himself. Whatever she had in mind just wasn’t going to fly. He couldn’t afford to lose her. Hell, running McCallum Enterprises was a full-time job for ten men and damned if he’d let the woman who knew his business as well as he did simply walk away.

  She’d been his right-hand man—woman—person—for the last six years and Mac couldn’t imagine being without her. When something needed doing, Andi got it done. Mac didn’t have to look over her shoulder, making sure things were handled. He could tell her what he needed and not worry about it. Andi had a knack for seeing a problem and figuring out the best way to take care of it.

  She could smooth talk anyone, and if that didn’t work, he’d seen her give an opponent a cool-eyed glare that could turn their blood cold. There’d been plenty of times when Mac had actually enjoyed watching her stare down an adversary. But he had to say, being on the receiving end of that icy look wasn’t nearly as enjoyable.

  What had brought this on?

  “Why don’t you take a seat and tell me what’s got you so angry.”

  “I don’t want a seat,” she said. “And I don’t want to be soothed like you do those horses you love so much...”

  He frowned. “Then what exactly do you want?”

  “I already told you. I want to quit.”

  “Why the hell would you want to do tha
t?”

  Her gray eyes went wide, as if she couldn’t believe he even had to ask that question. But as far as Mac knew, everything was just as it should be. They’d closed the Donaldson deal the day before and now McCallum Enterprises could add Double D Energy Services to its ledgers. And Andi’d had a lot to do with getting David Donaldson to sign on the dotted line.

  “I just gave you a raise last night for your work on the energy project.”

  “I know,” she said. “And I earned it. That deal was not pretty.”

  “So what’s the problem?”

  “You told me to take over the planning for Violet’s baby shower.”

  He drew his head back and narrowed his eyes on her in shocked surprise. With her talent for list making and organization, Andi should be able to handle that shower in a finger snap. “That’s a problem? I thought you and Vi were friends.”

  “We are,” she countered, throwing both hands high. “Of course we are. That’s not the point.”

  “What is the point, then?” Mac dropped into his chair and, lifting his booted feet, crossed them at the ankle on the edge of the desk. “Spit it out already and let’s get back to work.”

  “For one, you don’t decide on Vi’s baby shower. For heaven’s sake, you stick your nose into everything.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “But my main point is,” she said, setting both hands at her hips, “I’m tired of being taken for granted.”

  “Who does that?” he asked, sincerely confused.

  “You do!”

  “Now, that’s just not so,” he argued. “Let’s remember that raise yesterday and—”

  “In the last day or so, you had me arrange for the new horse trailer to be dropped off at the ranch. I called Big Mike at the garage to get him to give your car a tune-up before the weekend, then I saw to it that the new horses you bought will be delivered to the ranch tomorrow afternoon.”

  Scowling now, Mac bit back on what he wanted to say and simply let her get it all out.

  “I drew up the plans for the kitchen garden your cook wants for behind the house and I made sure the new baby furniture you’re giving Vi was delivered on time.” Andi paused only long enough to take a breath. Her eyes flashed, her mouth tightened as she continued. “Then I called Sheriff Battle to make sure he cleared the road for the delivery of the last of the cattle water tanks.”

  “Had to clear the road—”

  “Not finished,” she said, holding up one hand to keep him quiet. “After that, I bought and had delivered the standard half-carat diamond bracelet and the it’s-not-you-it’s-me farewell note to the model who can’t string ten words together without hyperventilating...”

  Mac snorted. All right, she had a point about Jezebel Fontaine. Still, in his defense, Jez was seriously built enough that he’d overlooked her lack of brain cells for the past month. But even he had his limits.

  “You’re my assistant, aren’t you?”

  “I am and a darn good one,” she countered. “I’ve kept your life running on schedule for the last six years, Mac. No matter what you throw at me, I handle it and add it into the mix I’m already juggling.”

  “You’re a damn fine juggler, too,” he said.

  She kept talking as if he hadn’t said a thing.

  “Then when I asked you for this afternoon off so I could go see my nephew’s baseball game, you said you had to think about it. Think about it?”

  “I appreciate a good Little League game as much as the next man,” Mac said slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on hers, “but we’ve still got some details to be ironed out on the Double D deal and—”

  “That’s my point, Mac.” His eyes widened when she interrupted him. “There’s always something that needs to be handled and I’m so busy taking care of those things I haven’t had time to find a life.”

  “You’ve got a pretty good life from where I’m standing,” he argued, pushing up from his desk. “Great job, terrific boss—” He paused, waiting for a smile that didn’t come, then tried to continue, but he couldn’t come up with a third thing.

  “Uh-huh. Job. Boss. No life.” She took a deep breath. “And that stops today.”

  “Okay,” he said flatly. “If it’s that important to you, go. See your nephew’s game. Have some popcorn. Hell, have a beer. We’ll talk more tomorrow morning when you come in.”

  “I won’t be in,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s time for a change, Mac. For both of us. I’ve gotten too comfortable here and so have you.”

  He laughed abruptly. “You call dealing with what all that’s been going on around here comfortable?”

  She nodded. “There’ve been problems, sure, but we handled them and things are slowly getting back to normal. Or, as normal as life gets around here.”

  Mac sure as hell hoped so. It had been a wild time in Royal, Texas, over the past couple of years. A lot of turmoil, more than their share of trouble. There was the tornado, of course, then the drought that held most of Texas in a tight, sweaty fist and then a man he used to think of as one of his oldest friends, Rafiq “Rafe” bin Saleed, had come to town with the express purpose of ruining Mac’s reputation, his business and his family. And he’d come damn close to pulling it off.

  Remembering that was still enough to leave Mac a little shaken. Hell, he’d trusted Rafe and had almost lost everything because of it. Sure, they’d worked everything out, and now Rafe was even his brother-in-law, since he and Mac’s sister, Violet, were married and having a baby.

  But there were still moments when Mac wondered how he could have missed the fact that Rafe was on a misguided quest for revenge.

  Without Andi to help him through and talk him down when he was so damned angry he could hardly see straight, Mac didn’t know if the situation would have resolved itself so quickly.

  So why, when life was settling down again, had she chosen now to talk about quitting? Mac had no idea what had brought this nonsense on, but he’d nip it in the bud, fast. Now that things were calming down in Royal, Mac had plans to spend more time actually working and even expanding the family ranch, which Violet used to handle. With his sister focusing on the place Rafe had bought for them, Mac wanted to get back to his roots: being on a horse, overseeing the day-to-day decisions of ranch life and working out of a home office to keep his wildly divergent business interests growing.

  Life was damn busy and Andi was just going to have to stay right where she was to help him run things—the way she always had.

  “Where’s this coming from, Andi?” he asked, leaning one hip against the corner of his desk.

  “The fact that you can even ask me that is astonishing,” she replied.

  He gave her a slow grin, the very same smile that worked to sway women across Texas into agreeing with anything he said. Of course, Andrea Beaumont had always been a tougher sell, but he’d use whatever weapons he had to hand. “Now, Andi,” he said, “we’ve worked together too long for you to get snippy so easily.”

  “Snippy?” Her eyes fired up again and Mac thought for a second or two that she might reach up and yank at her hair. “That is the most insulting thing...”

  She took another deep breath and Mac idly noticed how those heavy breaths she kept taking made her small, perfect breasts rise and fall rhythmically. For such a tiny woman, she had curves in all the right places. Funny he’d really not taken the time to notice that before.

  Andi was simply there. She kept on top of everything. Nothing ever slipped past her. But apparently this had slipped past him.

  “This is coming out of the blue and I think you owe me some sort of explanation.”

  “It’s not out of the blue, Mac,” she said, throwing both hands high. “That’s the point. I’ve worked for you for six years.”

  “I know that.”

  “Uh-hu
h. And did you notice I didn’t even take a vacation the last two years?”

  His frown deepened. No, he hadn’t noticed. Probably should have, though, since every damn time she did take some time off, he ended up hunting her down, getting her to solve some damn problem or other. The fact that she’d stayed here, working, had only made his life continue on its smooth, well-planned path, so he hadn’t had to think about it.

  “Is that what this is about?” He pushed off the desk, braced his feet wide apart and folded his arms across his chest. “You want a vacation?”

  Her mouth flattened into a straight, grim line. “No. I want a life. To get that life, I have to quit. So, I’m giving you my two weeks’ notice.”

  “I don’t accept that.”

  “You don’t get a vote, Mac.”

  “See,” he said tightly, “that doesn’t fly with me, either.”

  It was like talking to two brick walls, Andrea thought, staring up at the man who had been her focus for the past six years. About six foot one, he had short, dark blond hair that in another month or so would be shot through with sun streaks. His summer-green eyes were cool, clear and always held a sort of calculating gleam his competitors usually took for affability. He was lean but strong, his build almost deceptively lanky.

  Mac McCallum was the stuff women’s dreams were made of. Sadly, that was true of Andi’s dreams, too.

  Six years she’d worked for him. She wasn’t sure exactly when she’d made the supreme mistake of falling in love with her boss, but it seemed as if those feelings had always been with her. A part of her had always hoped that one day he might open his eyes and really see her—but the more rational, reasonable part of Andi knew that was never going to happen.

  To Mac, she would always be good ol’ Andi. She knew he saw her as he did the new laser printer in the office. Efficient, able to get the job done and nearly invisible. The raise he’d given her notwithstanding, he didn’t really appreciate just how hard she worked to keep McCallum Enterprises running smoothly—he just expected it. Well, it had taken her a long time to reach this point, but she really wanted a life. And as long as she was here, mooning after a man she couldn’t have, that wouldn’t happen. Andi had been working up to quitting for a long while now, and today had finally given her the last little nudge she’d needed.

 
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