The Rancher's Nanny Bargain

by Sara Orwig

  She laughed as Cade stepped to her side. “I’m claiming my bride, bro. I’m sure you can find some gorgeous single guest to flirt with.”

  “That’s a good idea and I’m going to try my best,” Gabe said, laughing and walking away.

  “I’ll bet I’ll have white hair when he falls in love.”

  “You didn’t think you ever would and look at you now,” she said, looking at his thick black hair and wanting to run her fingers through it.

  “That’s because I met you,” he said, gazing at her with desire in his eyes. “By the way, Dad left us a wedding present.” He placed an envelope in her hand. She saw it had been opened and she saw a check inside. She looked up at Cade. He took it from her and tucked it into his pocket. “It’ll go into the trust we’ll set up. It’s one million dollars.”

  “Oh, my heavens.”

  “That’s my dad. He’s all about money. Sometimes just to have him come home for Christmas would have been a bigger deal.”

  “I think you’re already a great dad for Amelia.”

  He smiled at her. “Thanks. I’m trying. Let’s go.”

  Though she was tempted to leave now with her handsome husband, she put a hand on his arm. “Soon. Just be patient and keep mingling.”

  They were swarmed with well-wishers and it was midafternoon when she was alone again with Cade.

  “Hi. Remember me?” he asked when he sidled up to her.

  She laughed. “Can we go now? I feel as if I’ve talked to everyone who lives in Texas.”

  “There are still a lot of guests here partying. Enough that I don’t think we’ll be missed. There’s a big white limo parked and waiting in the front, and they all expect us to leave in that.” He wagged his brows. “But I have a small sports car out there behind the bushes and it’s ready to go. What do you say?

  “I say yes to that sports car.” Her parents had taken Amelia home to the ranch for a nap, and they would be babysitting her while she and Cade were on their honeymoon.

  Cade didn’t hesitate. “C’mon, Mrs. Callahan.”

  In minutes Cade drove sedately away from the church, reached the highway and sped up. Laughing, she took off her veil. “This is so much better. Now what’s this surprise you have in store for me for our honeymoon?”

  “Patience, love. I’ll show you soon,” he replied, and she laughed, her dimple showing.

  Six hours later Erin stood in a sprawling one-story house of glass and stone, overlooking the blue Pacific Ocean near Monterey, California. “Cade, this is the most beautiful house and place on earth. Sure you want to stay a rancher? We can bring Amelia out here to live forever.”

  “I’m glad you like it. It’s leased for the next six months so we can come back anytime we want. I’ve also leased a house in Colorado for the summer when it gets really hot at home. If you like Colorado, we can build out there and go every summer.”

  She threw her arms around his neck and leaned against him. For the flight she had changed to a red linen dress that ended at her knees and matching high-heeled pumps with a short matching red linen jacket. She had tossed aside the jacket.

  “We’ll come here or go to Colorado whenever you want—within reason,” he added. “I’m adding that because I’m not leaving Texas for long periods of time.”

  “Oh, you’re not?” she purred, rubbing her hips against him.

  He shook his head. “I have plans for us there.” He wrapped his arm tightly around her and kissed her passionately. She melted against him, holding him and kissing him in return, enveloped in happiness and joy. She thought of Amelia waiting at home in Texas for them and the family they had made and would add to. They’d already decided to try to have a baby as soon as possible.

  Erin couldn’t be happier. She was thrilled and so totally in love with her handsome Texas rancher—the man who would always make her feel loved and be a wonderful husband and a wonderful daddy for all their children.

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  An Heir for the Texan

  by Kristi Gold

  One

  If Austin Calloway had to hang one more damn holiday light, he’d book a flight to the Bahamas to ring in the New Year.

  For the past six Decembers, the D Bar C Ranch—his home, both past and present—had morphed from a South Texas ranch into a fake winter wonderland, all in the name of community involvement. Next week, the chaos would begin with cars lining up to bask in the holiday glow and deliver toys for underprivileged children. As much as he appreciated the cause, he didn’t particularly care for the effort involved in transforming the place, especially while being supervised by two nitpicky female relatives.

  After draping the last string on the barbed wire, Austin hopped off the fence flanking the entry and climbed onto the ATV, taking off through the main gate toward temporary freedom. He passed by the family homestead, where his sister-in-law, Paris, sat on the front porch, hands resting on her pregnant belly. He raised his hand in a wave, and grinned when he noticed his brother, Dallas, struggling to set up the inflatable Santa beneath the massive oak while his blond-haired bride cheered him on. But his smile faded fast when he thought about his own failed marriage, and the loneliness that plagued him during the holidays.

  Shaking off the self-pity, Austin picked up speed before someone chased him down, namely one of the two self-proclaimed elves now hanging angels on the manicured hedges. As much as he appreciated Maria, the former nanny who’d become his much loved stepmom after the death of his birth mother, and Jenny, the surprise stepmom they’d only learned about six years ago during the reading of his father’s will, he was more than done with the decorating demands.

  Once he rounded the corner and reached his own cedar
-and-rock house, he pulled into the driveway, shut down the ATV, then slid into the cab of his dual-wheel truck. He backed out and retraced the path he had taken, not bothering to acknowledge the family members standing on the lawn, shooting dagger looks in his direction. He continued toward the safety of the highway as he headed to an atmosphere where he could feel more macho.

  A few miles down the road, Austin pulled into the gravel parking lot at the outdoor arena and claimed a spot among all the stock trailers, plagued by past memories of the life he’d left behind. He’d said goodbye to the rodeo circuit several years ago to enter the cutthroat world of car dealerships. Actually, several truck dealerships spanning three states, thanks to the help of his winnings and inheritance. At least he’d succeeded at that endeavor, even if he had failed at his marriage.

  Shaking off the regrets, he walked through the entry, nodding at several cowboys, some who had been his competition. He immediately noticed all the young bucks crowded round the catch pens, eyeing him with awe like he was some sort of rodeo god. Those glory days were long gone and only remnants of the memories remained. But at least he’d left some sort of positive legacy to some kids since he’d probably never have any of his own.

  He climbed the steps two at a time and slid onto a wooden bench as a spectator, not a participant. That’s when he spotted her rounding the arena—a great-looking filly he knew all too well. A literal blast from his past. She was as flighty as a springtime moth, and as stubborn as a rusty gate. She could bring a man down with the swish of her tail. Austin should know. She’d brought him to his knees on more than one occasion. And even though several years had passed since he’d last seen her, he fondly recalled how she’d always given him a damn good ride.

  He shifted slightly as he watched her weave in and out of traffic, black mane flowing behind her in the breeze. She hadn’t lost her spirit, or her skill, or her ability to completely captivate him.

  Austin tensed when he noticed a gelding coming toward her, trying his best to buck off the cowboy on his back. If the filly didn’t slow down, move over, an equine wreck was imminent.

  No sooner than he’d thought it, it happened. The filly in question went one way, the mare she was riding went the other, and Georgie Romero, his black-maned, flighty, spirited first real girlfriend, ended up on the ground in a heap.

  A distant memory from his early childhood shot through Austin’s mind in response. The recollection of his own mother falling from her horse when he’d been too young to comprehend the consequences, or the impending loss. When he’d been too little to understand.

  That alone sent him on a sprint toward the arena in an effort to come to this woman’s rescue. He damn sure didn’t want to relive that tragedy.

  He hoped like hell this time he wasn’t too late.

  * * *

  When Georgia May Romero opened her eyes, she sensed a gathering crowd, but a pair of brown boots earned her immediate focus. She then noticed jean-encased legs and two large masculine hands resting casually on bent knees. And next—one very impressive, extremely big...belt buckle.

  Clearly she had died and gone to Cowboy Heaven.

  Her gaze traveled upward to take in the blue plaid shirt rolled up at the sleeves, revealing arms threaded with masculine veins and, above that, an open collar showing a slight hint of chest hair. She then visually journeyed to a whisker-shaded jaw surrounding a stellar mouth and an average nose with a slight indentation on the bridge. But there was nothing average about the midnight blue eyes. Devilish eyes. Familiar eyes. Surely not.

  “You okay, Georgie?”

  No, she’d died and gone to Cowgirl Hell.

  Shaking off her stupor, Georgie sat up and scrambled to her feet, silently cursing her bad luck and the man standing before her. The only man who could shake her to the core with only a smile. The man who’d changed her life six years ago, and he didn’t even know it. “Where’s my horse?”

  He pointed toward the outside of the arena. “Over there, tied to the rail. She’s a little bit shaken but she’s physically fine.”

  Only then did she venture another glance at her walking past, Austin Calloway. “Thanks,” she muttered. “She’s a two-year-old and still a little green. I brought her out to get used to the crowds. Obviously she’s not ready for competition.”

  He had the gall to grin. “I figured that much when she tossed you on your head. You fell pretty hard.”

  Oh, but she had...for him. Ancient history, one she didn’t dare repeat despite this chance meeting.

  Chance.

  She did a frantic search for the dark-haired, hazel-eyed boy who’d been the love of her life for the past five years, and thankfully spotted him still seated in the stands, holding cowboy court with a host of familiar men laughing at his antics. Andy Acosta, the middle-aged father of five, and horse trainer extraordinaire, sat at Chance’s side. Not only had Andy been a longtime hand on her family’s ranch, he happened to be one of the few people she trusted with her son.

  “Are you sure you’re okay, Georgie? No headache or double vision? Broken bones?”

  Just a pain in her keister. “I’m fine,” she said as she tore her gaze from her son to Austin and tried to appear calm. Having him learn of her own child’s existence, and the risk of prodding questions, was the last thing she needed at the moment. When she’d made the decision to move back to town to establish her veterinarian practice, she’d known she would have to tell him eventually, but she wanted to prolong that revelation until she’d had more time to prepare. Until she could gauge how he might react. Standing in a busy arena wasn’t an appropriate venue to deliver that bombshell.

  “You don’t look fine,” he said. “In fact, you look a little out of it.”

  She swept the dirt from her butt with her palms and frowned. “I assure you I’m okay. It’s not the first time I’ve been bucked off.”

  He took off his tan felt hat, forked a hand through his golden brown hair, then set it back on his head. “True. I remember that summer you broke your arm when you tried to ride your dad’s stallion.”

  Leave it to him to bring that up. “I remember when you broke your nose getting into a fight with Ralphie Jones over Hannah Alvarez.”

  He smiled again, throwing her for a mental loop. “Hey, he started it. Besides, I didn’t really like her all that much, and I was young and pretty stupid.”

  She’d been the same way at that time, and the price for her naivety had been high—losing her virginity to him. “Look, it’s been nice seeing you again, but I have to go.”

  He inclined his head and frowned. “How long are you going to be in town?”

  She considered lying but realized he would eventually learn the truth. At least one truth. “Indefinitely.”

  He looked shocked, to say the least. “You’re living here now?”

  “Yes.”

  “How long have you been back?”

  She wasn’t in the mood for a barrage of questions, although she did have one of her own. “A couple of weeks. Dallas didn’t tell you?”

  He scowled. “No. Dallas doesn’t tell me a damn thing. When did you see him?”

  “Actually, he called me after he learned I’ve taken over Doc Gordon’s practice. He asked me if I’d be the vet for the D Bar C, and this new venture you have in the works, although he didn’t exactly explain what that entails other than it involves livestock.”

  “We’re calling it Texas Extreme,” he said. “We’re starting a business that caters to people who want the whole cowboy experience. Roping and bull riding and all things rodeo, plus we’re considering a good old-fashioned trail ride.”

  Just what the Calloways needed—another business that would pad their pockets even more. “Interesting. I don’t think the ranch house is large enough to accommodate guests and your brothers, so I assume you’re going to put them i
n the bunkhouse.”

  “We’re in the process of building a lodge. And since you’ve been away awhile, you probably don’t know that we’ve all built our own houses. Or at least Dallas, Houston, Tyler, Worth and me. Fort won’t step foot on the place. He basically hates the entire family.”

  She recalled how upset Austin had been when he’d learned he had twin brothers, Forth and Worth, and a stepmother in Louisiana, thanks to a bigamist father who’d revealed all after his death. She also remembered how Austin had turned to her following the reading of the will, and his distress that had led to her providing comfort. If only she could forget that night, but she’d been left with a constant, precious reminder.

  Georgie sent a sideways glance toward her son, who fortunately didn’t seem interested in her whereabouts. But if she didn’t get away soon, he might notice her and flag her down. Worse still, call her “Mama.” Then she’d have to explain everything. Almost everything. She backed up a couple of steps and hooked a thumb over her shoulder. “I guess I better go now.”

  “You aren’t competing in the barrel racing with a more seasoned horse?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “Not today.”

  He favored her with another sexy grin. “Guess I’ll be heading out, too.”

  “But you just got here.” And she’d just given herself away.

  His smile faded into a confused look. “How do you know that?”

  She studied the dirt at her feet before raising her gaze to his. “I saw you take a seat in the stands.” The distraction had resulted in her lack of concentration in the arena, and the fact that he’d come to her rescue still stunned her.

  He hooked both thumbs in his pockets, causing her to glimpse a place no self-respecting mother should notice, and it wasn’t his buckle. “I was only here to escape all the holiday decorating at the ranch,” he said. “If I don’t get back, my stepmom is bound to send out a posse.”