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The Rancher's Christmas Promise

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by ALLISON LEIGH,




  “We believe the infant girl under our protection is your daughter.”

  With that, rancher Ryder Wilson’s world turns upside down. But he’s determined to make a home for the baby his late estranged wife left on a stranger’s doorstep. Local lawyer Greer Templeton is there to help, after growing attached to little Layla during the search for her daddy. It’s enough to make Ryder propose a marriage of convenience. But does love factor into his Christmas promise?

  “You didn’t have to do it, you know,” Greer said after a moment. “Claim Layla as your child.”

  “It was the right thing to do.”

  “Even though we didn’t know for certain that Daisy is...was Layla’s mother.” She could think of half a dozen clients who wouldn’t have done what he’d done.

  “It was the right thing to do,” he repeated after a moment.

  Greer’s chest squeezed. She reached across the table and covered both his hand and the bottle with hers. “I’m sorry, Ryder. I really am.” That he lost his wife. That he’d become a father in such an unconventional way. That there were so many questions he surely had to have.

  His jaw canted to one side. Then his blue eyes met hers and for some reason an oil slick of panic formed inside her. She started to pull her hand back, but he turned his palm upward and caught hers.

  “Sorry enough to marry me?”

  * * *

  RETURN TO THE DOUBLE C:

  Under the big blue Wyoming sky,

  this family discovers true love!

  Dear Reader,

  I’ve always been a big fan of the Harlequin series books, and Special Edition is a personal favorite. In recognition of this wonderful program, I’ll be recommending one Special Edition per month to encourage readers to discover the charm and appeal of these compelling contemporary romances. Many of these books feature Western settings, handsome cowboys, gutsy women and beautiful babies. The heroes and heroines are dynamic and relatable, trying their best to resist their attraction to each other while resolving the conflict that keeps them apart. But the undeniable chemistry that simmers between them cannot be denied. These books will pull you in and take you on an emotional and satisfying journey. Each story ends with a marriage proposal or wedding—delivering the happily-ever-after, because the love and security of family is the ultimate promise of Special Edition.

  I’m proud to present the first author in this promotion, New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Allison Leigh. Allison has written more than fifty romances, and has received high praise for her authentic and engaging plots. Her latest release, The Rancher’s Christmas Promise, is the story of a single rancher, Ryder Wilson, who is suddenly given the responsibility of taking care of a baby from his ex-wife. Although Ryder is unsure of the baby’s paternity, he wants the child to have a great home. Greer Templeton steps in to help out when it’s obvious Ryder is having a tough time balancing the duties of the ranch and caring for the baby. This memorable holiday tale will surely leave a lasting impression on you.

  Please take me up on this invitation to read a Special Edition and indulge in a heartwarming story. I do hope you enjoy the reading experience and will be back next month for another exciting book.

  All the best,

  Linda Lael Miller

  The Rancher’s Christmas Promise

  Allison Leigh

  Though her name is frequently on bestseller lists, Allison Leigh’s high point as a writer is hearing from readers that they laughed, cried or lost sleep while reading her books. She credits her family with great patience for the time she’s parked at her computer, and for blessing her with the kind of love she wants her readers to share with the characters living in the pages of her books. Contact her at allisonleigh.com.

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  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

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Season of Wonder by RaeAnne Thayne

  Excerpt from The Texas Cowboy’s Quadruplets by Cathy Gillen Thacker

  Prologue

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  Ryder Wilson stared at the people on his porch. Even before they introduced themselves, he’d known the short, skinny woman was a cop thanks to the Braden Police Department badge she was wearing. But the two men with her? He’d never seen them before.

  And after the load of crap they’d just spewed, he’d like to never see them again.

  “We’re not kidding, Mr. Wilson.” That came from the serious-looking bald guy. The one who looked like he was a walking heart attack, considering the way he kept mopping the sweat off his face even though it was freezing outside. March had roared in like a lion this year, bringing with it a major snowstorm. Ryder hadn’t lived there that long—it was only his second winter there—but people around town said they hadn’t seen anything like it in Braden for more than a decade.

  All he knew was that the snow was piled three feet high, making his life these days even more challenging. Making him wonder why he’d ever chosen Wyoming over New Mexico in the first place. Yeah, they got snow in Taos. But not like this.

  “We believe that the infant girl who’s been under our protection since she was abandoned three months ago is your daughter.” The man tried to look past Ryder’s shoulder. “Perhaps we could discuss this inside?”

  Ryder had no desire to invite them in. But one of them was a cop. He hadn’t crossed purposes with the law before and he wasn’t real anxious to do so now. Didn’t mean he had to like it, though.

  His aunt hadn’t raised him to be slob. She’d be horrified if she ever knew strangers were seeing the house in its current state.

  He slapped his leather gloves together. He had chores waiting for him. But he supposed a few minutes wouldn’t make much difference. “Don’t think there’s much to discuss,” he warned as he stepped out of the doorway. He folded his arms across his chest, standing pretty much in their way so they had to crowd together in the small space where he dumped his boots. Back home, his aunt Adelaide would call the space a vestibule. Here, it wasn’t so formal; he’d carved out his home from a converted barn. “I appreciate your concern for an abandoned baby, but whoever’s making claims I fathered a child is out of their mind.” Onc
e burned, twice shy. Another thing his aunt was fond of saying.

  The cop’s brown eyes looked pained. “Ryder—may I call you Ryder?” She didn’t wait for his permission, but plowed right on, anyway. “I’m sorry we have to be the bearer of bad news, but we believe your wife was the baby’s mother, and—”

  At the word wife, what had been Ryder’s already-thin patience went by the wayside. “My wife ran out on me a year ago. Whatever she’s done since is her prob—”

  “Not anymore,” the dark-haired guy said.

  “What’d you say your name was?” Ryder met the other man’s gaze head-on, knowing perfectly well he hadn’t said his name. The pretty cop’s role there was obviously official. Same with the sweaty bald guy—he had to be from social services. But the third intruder? The guy who was watching him as though he’d already formed an opinion—a bad one?

  “Grant Cooper.” The man’s voice was flat. “Karen’s my sister.”

  “There’s your problem,” Ryder responded just as flatly. “My so-called wife’s name was Daisy. Daisy Miranda. You’ve got the wrong guy.” He pointedly reached around them for the door to show them out. “So if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got ice to break so my animals can get at their water.”

  “This is Karen.” Only because she was a little slip of a thing, the cop succeeded in maneuvering between him and the door. She held a wallet-sized photo up in front of his face.

  Ryder’s nerves tightened even more than when he’d first opened the door to find these people on his front porch.

  He didn’t want to touch the photograph or examine it. He didn’t need to. He recognized his own face just fine. In the picture, he’d been kissing the wedding ring he’d just put on Daisy’s finger. The wedding had been a whirlwind sort of thing, like everything else about their relationship. Three months start to finish, from the moment they met outside the bar where she’d just quit her job until the day she’d walked out on him two weeks after their wedding. That’s how long it had taken to meet, get hitched and get unhitched.

  Though the unhitching part was still a work in progress. Not that he’d been holding on to hope that she’d return. But he’d had other things more important keeping him occupied than getting a formal divorce. Namely the Diamond-L ranch, which he’d purchased only a few months before meeting her. His only regret was that he hadn’t kept his attention entirely on the ranch all along. It would have saved him some grief. “Where’d you get that?”

  The cop asked her own question. “Can you confirm this is you and your wife in this picture?”

  His jaw felt tight. “Yeah.” Unfortunately. The Las Vegas wedding chapel had given them a cheap set of pictures. Ryder had tossed all of them in the fireplace, save the one the cop was holding now. He’d mailed that one to Daisy in response to a stupid postcard he’d gotten from her six months after she’d left him. A postcard on which she’d written only the words I’m sorry.

  He still wasn’t sure what she’d meant. Sorry for leaving him without a word or warning? Or sorry she’d ever married him in the first place?

  “You wrote this?” The cop had turned the photo over, revealing his handwriting on the back. So much for vows.

  Ryder was actually a little surprised that it was so legible, considering how drunk he’d been at the time he’d sent the photo. He nodded once.

  The cop looked sympathetic. “I’m sorry to say that she died in a car accident over New Year’s.”

  He waited as the words sank in. Expecting to feel something. Was he supposed to feel bad? Maybe he did. He wasn’t sure. He’d known Daisy was a handful from the get-go. So when she took a powder the way she had, it shouldn’t have been as much of a shock as it had been.

  But one thing was certain. Everything that Daisy had told him had been a lie. From start to finish.

  He might be an uncomplicated guy, but he understood the bottom line facing him now. “And you want to pawn off her baby on me.” He looked the dark-haired guy in the face again. “Or do you just want money?” He lifted his arm, gesturing with the worn leather gloves. “Look around. All I’ve got is what you see. And it’ll be a cold day in hell before I let a couple strangers making claims like yours get one finger on it.”

  Grant’s eyes looked like flint. “As usual, my sister’s taste in men was worse than—”

  “Gentlemen.” The other man mopped his forehead again, giving both Ryder and Grant wary looks even as he took a step between them. “Let’s keep our cool. The baby is our focus.”

  Ryder ignored him. He pointed at Grant. “My wife never even told me she had a brother.”

  “My sister never told me she had a husband.”

  “The situation is complicated enough,” the cop interrupted, “without the two of you taking potshots at each other.” Her expression was troubled, but her voice was calm. And Ryder couldn’t miss the way she’d wrapped her hand familiarly around Grant’s arm. “Ray is right. What’s important here is the baby.”

  “Yes. The baby under our protection.” Ray was obviously hoping to maintain control over the discussion. “There is no local record of the baby’s birth. Our only way left to establish who the child’s parents are is through you, Mr. Wilson. We’ve expended every other option.”

  “You don’t even know the baby was hers?”

  Ray looked pained. Grant looked like he wanted to punch something. Hell, maybe even Ryder. The cop just looked worried.

  “The assumption is that your wife was the person to have left the baby at the home her former employer, Jaxon Swift, shared with his brother, Lincoln,” she said.

  “Now, that does sound like Daisy.” Ryder knew he sounded bitter. “I only knew her a few months, but it was still long enough to learn she’s good at running out on people.”

  Maybe he did feel a little bad about Daisy. He hadn’t gotten around to divorcing his absent wife. Now, if what these people said were true, he wouldn’t need to. Instead of being a man with a runaway wife, he was a man with a deceased one. There was probably something wrong with him for not feeling like his world had just been rocked. “But maybe you’re wrong. She wasn’t pregnant when she left me,” he said bluntly. He couldn’t let himself believe otherwise.

  “Would you agree to a paternity test?”

  “The court can compel you, Mr. Wilson,” Ray added when Ryder didn’t answer right away.

  It was the wrong tack for Ray to take. Ryder had been down the whole paternity-accusation path before. He hadn’t taken kindly to it then, and he wasn’t inclined to now. “Daisy was my wife, loose as that term is in this case. A baby born to her during our marriage makes me the presumed father, whether there’s a test or not. But you don’t know that the baby was actually hers. You just admitted it. Which tells me the court probably isn’t on your side as much as you’re implying. Unless I say otherwise, and without you knowing who this baby’s mother is, I’m just a guy in a picture.”

  “We should have brought Greer,” Grant said impatiently to the cop. “She’s used to guys like him.”

  But the cop wasn’t listening to Grant. She was looking at Ryder with an earnest expression. “You aren’t just a guy in a picture. You’re our best hope for preventing the child we believe is Grant’s niece from being adopted by strangers.”

  That’s when Ryder saw that she’d reached out to clasp Grant’s hand, their fingers entwined. So, she had a dog in this race.

  He thought about pointing out that he was a stranger to them, too, no matter what sort of guy Grant had deemed Ryder to be. “And if I cooperated and the test confirms I’m not this baby’s father, you still wouldn’t have proof that Daisy is—” dammit “—was the baby’s mother.”

  “If the test is positive, then we know she was,” Ray said. “Without your cooperation, the proof of Karen’s maternity is circumstantial. We admit that. But you were her husband. There’s no putative father. If you even suspected
she’d become pregnant during your marriage, your very existence is enough to establish legal paternity, DNA proof or not.”

  The cop looked even more earnest. “And the court can’t proceed with an adoption set in motion by Layla’s abandonment.”

  The name startled him. “Layla!”

  The three stared at him with varying degrees of surprise and expectation.

  “Layla was my mother’s name.” His voice sounded gruff, even to his own ears. Whatever it was that Daisy had done with her child, using that name was a sure way of making sure he’d get involved. After only a few months together, she’d learned enough about him to know that.

  He exhaled roughly. Slapped his leather gloves together. Then he stepped out of the way so he wasn’t blocking them from the rest of his home. “You’d better come inside and sit.” He felt weary all of a sudden. As if everything he’d accomplished in his thirty-four years was for nothing. What was that song? “There Goes My Life.”

  “I expect this is gonna take a while to work out.” He glanced at the disheveled room, with its leather couch and oversize, wall-mounted television. That’s what happened when a man spent more time tending cows than he did anything else. He’d even tended some of them in this very room.

  Fortunately, his aunt Adelaide would never need to know.

  “You’ll have to excuse the mess, though.”

  Chapter One

  Five months later.

  The August heat was unbearable.

  The forecasters kept saying the end of the heat wave was near, but Greer Templeton had lost faith in them. She twisted in her seat, trying to find the right position that allowed her to feel the cold air from the car vents on more than two square inches of her body. It wasn’t as if she could pull up her skirt so the air could blow straight up her thighs or pull down her blouse so the air could get at the rest of her.

  She’d tried that once, only to find herself the object of interest of a leering truck driver with a clear view down into her car. If she’d never seen or heard from the truck driver again, it wouldn’t have been so bad. Instead, she’d had the displeasure of serving as the driver’s public defender not two days later when he was charged with littering.

 

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