Come Home, Cowboy

by Julie Benson

  Cowboy, Come Home

  Leaving his Colorado hometown was the second hardest thing Reed Montgomery ever did—the first was breaking up with Avery McAlister, his high school sweetheart. Now his Western roots are calling the citified CEO back to his family ranch to be surrogate dad to his niece, Jess. Of course, he can’t help being pulled back into Avery’s world.

  Keeping her financially strapped animal shelter open is Avery’s first priority—her second turns out to be helping Reed with his parenting skills. They may be bonding, but her former flame still has some serious explaining to do about the secret that drove him away.

  The ghosts of the past and a rekindled desire bring Reed and Avery ever closer together. But will Reed embrace his future…as a cowboy, a father and as the man for Avery?

  “Do you wonder what it would be like between us now?”

  He sure as hell did, ever since she’d walked out of Colt’s barn. That image had kept Reed awake more than one night since he’d returned.

  “No.” Her expressive eyes and her breathy voice contradicted her statement.

  “I do.” His lips pressed against the tender skin behind her ear, and he felt her shiver. How long had it been since he’d felt a real connection with a woman?

  Not since he’d left Avery.

  Her head rested on his shoulder, and her warmth seeped into him. Need overrode what little common sense he possessed. His lips traced a path down her neck, while his hand caressed her lower back, encouraging her even closer. Her gaze locked with his, and he couldn’t resist her. He lowered his mouth to hers and gently covered her lips, searching and testing.

  Being with her like this felt right—like coming home.

  Dear Reader,

  For Avery’s story, I turned to an event from real life. My best friend Lori, executive director of The Hinsdale Humane Society, mentioned that the shelter owns their building, but the city of Hinsdale owns the land. While this has worked wonderfully for them since 1953, what if the situation suddenly changed? In The Rancher and the Vet, what if Avery’s shelter thought they owned the land, but discovered they didn’t when the owner’s heirs decide to sell the property? Suddenly the shelter needs to raise a huge sum of money. Then to throw Avery further off balance I had her first love, Reed Montgomery, waltz back into town.

  I’d come up with a tortured situation for Avery, and then I turned to Reed. I made him responsible for the well-being of a teenager—a teenage girl, no less! Being the only female in a household of five, I’ve learned men and women see the world differently. While that definitely makes life fun, it also causes problems, as Reed discovers with his niece. I hope you enjoy Avery and Reed’s adventures.

  Blessings, and remember—adopt, don’t shop!

  Julie

  P.S. I love hearing from readers. Contact me at www.juliebenson.net.

  COME HOME, COWBOY

  Julie Benson

  www.millsandboon.com.au

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  An avid daydreamer since childhood, Julie always loved creating stories. After graduating from the University of Texas at Dallas with a degree in sociology, she worked as a case manager before having her children: three boys. Many years later she started pursuing a writing career to challenge her mind and save her sanity. Now she writes full-time in Dallas, where she lives with her husband, their sons, two lovable black dogs, two guinea pigs, a turtle and a fish. When she finds a little quiet time, which isn’t often, she enjoys making jewelry and reading a good book.

  For Lori Halligan

  Some friends are silver. Some are gold.

  You’re twenty-four karat. Thanks for always being there for me.

  And to Lori Goddard

  Just for being you.

  Special thanks to the staff and volunteers of

  The Hinsdale Humane Society for putting up with me being underfoot and answering all my questions. (Pam and Mary Alex, thanks for the laughs during lunch!) For all of you, it’s clear your work isn’t a job, it’s a calling.

  Thanks also to John Milano, one of the wonderful regulars at Starbucks at Custer and Renner in Richardson, for answering my legal questions and helping out when I was at my wit’s end.

  Contents

  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

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  “I’m being deployed to Afghanistan. I need you to come to Estes Park and take care of Jess.”

  Reed Montgomery straightened in his black leather desk chair with the lumbar support, his cell phone clutched in his now-sweaty hand as he processed what his older brother had said.

  Colt was being deployed to Afghanistan. Soldiers went there and never returned.

  Then the remainder of his brother’s words sank in. I need you to come to Estes Park and take care of Jess.

  He loved his niece, but the thought of being responsible for a child left Reed shaking. He didn’t want children. The pressure. The fear of screwing up and damaging the kid for life. To top it off, taking care of any kid would be hard enough, but a teenage girl? That could send the strongest bachelor screaming into the night.

  “Tell me I heard you wrong.”

  “I need you to watch Jess.”

  His brother had lost his mind.

  Once Reed’s brain kicked back into gear and his panic receded, he remembered his niece still had one set of grandparents. “I thought the plan was for Lynn’s parents to stay with her.”

  “That was the idea, but when I called them I learned Joanne broke her hip last month and needed surgery.”

  “And they’re just telling you now?”

  “We don’t talk much since Lynn died. They blame me for her death.”

  Almost a year ago, after fifteen years of marriage, Colt’s wife had said she was sick of ranch life and had run off with her lover, only to die in a head-on collision a month later. Colt had picked up the pieces of his life, and explained as best he could to Jess that she hadn’t been responsible for her mom leaving.

  Lynn’s death had also meant that Colt had to revise his family-care plan in case he was deployed.

  “You weren’t driving the car. Her lover was.”

  “They think if I’d been a better husband, she wouldn’t have left. In their opinion I should’ve spent more time at home and less time with the reserves. Blaming me is easier than accepting the truth.”

  An only child, Lynn had grown up catered to—spoiled rotten, actually. Colt’s wife had been high-maintenance, self-centered and had believed her husband’s life should revolve around her.

  “Is Joanne doing well enough that Jess could go live with them in Florida?” In addition to being unqualified for the job, Reed thought, his life and business were here in San Francisco. How could he up and leave for Colorado?

  “She said she should be eventually, but there’s another problem. Their retirement community only lets children stay for a week. Last night Herb brought up the subject at a town hall meeting, and everyone went crazy. The Association of Homeowners thinks if it makes an exception for Jess, within a month they’ll be overrun with kids.”

  “Threaten them with a lawsuit. That’ll make them ba
ck down. Better yet, give me your in-laws’ number. I’ll have my lawyer call them.”

  “You need their phone number, but there’s no point in them talking to your lawyer.” As Colt rattled off the phone number, Reed added it to his computer address book. “Even if they made an exception, Jess refuses to live in ‘an old folks’ neighborhood where people drive golf carts because they’re scared to drive a car.’ That’s a direct quote. She said when she stays with her grandparents they never go anywhere. So in her words, she’d be a prisoner.”

  While he felt bad for his niece, that didn’t mean Reed wanted to return to the old homestead and play dad. He’d been happy to see Estes Park in the rearview mirror of his beat-up truck when he left for Stanford. The thought of returning for anything longer than a weekend visit left him queasy.

  “You’re the parent. Don’t ask Jess what she wants. Tell her what she’s going to do.”

  Colt laughed. “That’s easy to say for someone who doesn’t have kids. I tried the strong-arm approach. She threatened to run away.”

  “Teenagers say that every time they don’t get their way.”

  “I think she meant it, Reed.” Colt’s voice broke. “She’s been having trouble since Lynn died, but she won’t talk about it. Last year she started cutting classes and sneaking out at night to meet friends. Living in a retirement community and going to a new school would only make things worse.”

  Somehow Reed couldn’t connect the sweet niece he’d seen a year and a half ago at Christmas with the teenager his brother described. Jess had been eager to please, had loved school and was an excellent student. He stared at her picture on the corner of his mahogany desk. Her wide smile and twinkling brown eyes spoke of how carefree she’d been. Of course, the photo had been snapped before her mom ran off. He knew how that betrayal had affected Colt, but how could a kid wrap her head around something like that?

  And his brother expected him to deal with a teenager who’d lost her mother and was acting out? What did he know about dealing with difficult children? Nothing except the piss poor example his father had given him. His stomach dropped. When Jess pushed him, and she would—hell, all teenagers did, even the good ones—how would he deal with it? Would he react like his old man, with a closed mind and an iron fist?

  No, he was better than his father.

  He’d worked hard to become the man he was today and, unlike his father, he tried to do something about his anger. When Reed had worried he might repeat the cycle of violence, he’d taken an anger-management class. Of course, going back to Estes Park and dealing with a teenager could test the techniques he’d learned.

  The good news was he and Jess got along well. He loved his niece, and to her he was the cool uncle who sent great gifts like the newest iPhone. They’d be okay. “You really think she was serious about running away?”

  “I wouldn’t ask you to come here otherwise—not when you could be here up to a year. I know this will make running your business tough.”

  His cell phone beeped in his ear, alerting him to another call. Reed glanced at the screen. Damn. He’d been trying to get in touch with Phil Connor all morning. Forcing himself to let the call go to voice mail, Reed focused on his brother’s problem. “Tricky? Yes. Impossible? No. Could she come here instead?”

  “As if dealing with losing her mom wasn’t enough, soon after that her best friend moved to Chicago. Now I’m going to a war zone. I’m nervous about uprooting her, too. That’s another reason I backed down when she balked about going to Florida. I need you to do this for me. You and Jess are the only family I’ve got.”

  The words hit Reed hard. He and Colt had always been close. Even before their parents died, he and Colt had relied on each other, sticking together through all the crap slung at them during childhood. While Reed’s life the past few years had been almost perfect, Colt hadn’t been as lucky. Life had knocked his brother around pretty well, especially the past year. How could Reed add to Colt’s problems? Only a selfish bastard would say no.

  “How soon do you need me there?”

  “I leave in three days. If you get here tomorrow, that’ll give us time to go over things before I leave.” Colt’s heavy sigh radiated over the phone lines. “If anything happens to me, promise me you’ll—”

  “Don’t say that.” While Reed tried to fill his voice with confidence, he knew there was no guarantee Colt would come home in one piece, or come home at all.

  “I’ve got to and, dammit, Reed, you will listen. If I don’t come back, promise me you’ll watch out for Jess. Sure, Lynn’s parents would take her, but I’m not sure that’s best for her, especially if they won’t move to Colorado.”

  “I give you my word, but you’ve got to take care. Don’t do anything stupid. You don’t have to be a superhero.”

  Colt chuckled, but the sound rang flat in Reed’s ears. “Deal.”

  After ending his conversation with his brother, Reed returned Phil’s call and reassured his client that their project was still on schedule. He was proud of his company, of what he’d accomplished. RJ Instruments was small, with only forty employees, but it was his. Something he’d created from nothing, and the company was holding its own in the market. They were the up-and-comers in the semiconductor business, making the chips that drove many of today’s electronic wonder gadgets.

  Of course, all of that could change when he started running things remotely.

  Reed turned his attention to his calendar and his upcoming meetings. Some he could handle via Skype. With a laptop and his cell phone, he could run his business long-distance for a couple of months, but more than that? Probably not. His customers would want to see him in person. He’d have to make in-person sales calls to launch SiEtch. He smiled, thinking of their newest product. If he was right, they’d revolutionize the semiconductor industry, but they were approaching some crucial deadlines for release. He definitely couldn’t run his business remotely for a whole year until Colt returned.

  He hadn’t gotten where he was by letting fate toss him around. He’d created a solid business by being proactive. His mind worked the problem, rehashing the immediate issues forcing him to return to Colorado—the Association of Homeowners’ age restriction and Jess’s resistance.

  No matter what Colt thought, the first step was tackling the association’s age restriction. Reed turned to his computer and clicked on his address book to locate Colt’s in-laws’ number. Then he opened a new email, hit the priority icon and typed a message to his lawyer.

  Contact my brother’s in-laws to get the contact information for their Association of Homeowners. I need the association to make an exception for my niece to stay with her grandparents indefinitely while Colt’s in Afghanistan. Threaten them with an age-discrimination lawsuit. Do whatever you have to, but get the exception. Until I receive the approval, I’ll be forced to relocate to Colorado to take care of my niece.

  Reed hit Send and leaned back in his chair. Surely when the exemption came through he could convince Jess to see things his way, especially when staying with her grandparents was best for her. There she’d have a woman to talk to and two people who’d actually raised a child, instead of an uncle who couldn’t keep goldfish alive.

  Next Reed called Ethan, his vice president of engineering, and asked him to come to his office. He’d met Ethan fresh out of college when they’d started working as software engineers at the same company. Eventually Reed had moved to the management track while Ethan pursued the technical route. The guy was a genius in that area, and the first person Reed had hired when he started RJ Instruments.

  When Ethan arrived, Reed motioned toward the black leather couch. Then he walked across his office and settled into the wing chair to his friend’s right. He glanced up at the print of a hole at Pebble Beach on the wall behind his sofa. Below the photo were the words The harder the course, the more rewarding the triumph. He hope
d that held true this time.

  “I need to update you on something that developed this morning.” Reed explained about Colt’s deployment and his leaving for Colorado.

  “What about the customer calls you’re scheduled to make next week?”

  When clients had questions or needed hand-holding, Reed picked up the phone or hopped on a plane if necessary and handled the situations. While both he and Ethan understood the technology, over the past few years Ethan had developed issues dealing with some clients, becoming frustrated when they refused to see things his way. Now he’d have to step up and take on more of those responsibilities.

  “I hope I can handle most of the issues with conference calls or on Skype. I might be able to pull off a quick day trip.” Fly out, meet with the client and rush back to Colorado. Or he and Jess could leave Friday afternoon for a meeting/vacation trip. “But if those options don’t work, you’ll have to go instead.”

  “If I have to, I guess I have to.”

  “I can still run the weekly status meeting as usual via Skype. Between the two of us, we can reassure clients they won’t see any difference in our service or attention to detail. We need to make sure everyone understands my being in Colorado won’t affect our timelines, either, especially for SiEtch’s release.”

  “I still think we’re missing the mark, and we should lower our price point.”

  No way would he discuss that issue with Ethan again. They disagreed, and nothing either one said would change the other’s mind. “My lawyer’s working on getting approval for my niece to move in with her grandparents. Six months at the outside and I’ll be back here running things.”

  Ethan shook his head, and chuckled. “I don’t envy you. Six months with a teenage girl? I hope you can manage to stay sane.”

  “It shouldn’t be too bad. School starts a couple of days after I get there. How hard can it be when she’s gone eight hours a day?”