From lone wolf to family man
When trick roper Zeke Rafferty sees Tess Irwin standing on his front porch, memories of two unforgettable days—and nights—come flooding back. But when the pretty schoolteacher reveals that one plus one will soon equal three, Zeke is stunned. Then he remembers his manners. And asks Tess to marry him.
If you turn down a handsome cowboy’s proposal, is it okay to still want to kiss him? Wait, no! Tess doesn’t want a husband. Besides, she’s holding out for love. A man has a right to know he fathered a child, but beyond that, Tess is raising this child alone. Zeke proved he can make a baby. But can he make the grade as a loving husband and dad?
Praise for Vicki Lewis Thompson
“It’s a wonderful sexy romance, with some very appealing and likable characters, and I’m definitely going to delve into more of the Thunder Mountain Brotherhood series.”
—HarlequinJunkie, Top Pick, on Cowboy Untamed
“The tongue-in-cheek, sweet yet sensual and comfortable family feel...remains until the last page. Cowboy After Dark is a story that will keep you smiling.”
—RT Book Reviews, Top Pick
“Thompson continues to do what she does best, tying together strong family values bound by blood and choice, interspersed with the more sizzling aspects of the relationship.”
—RT Book Reviews on Thunderstruck
“All the characters, background stories and character development are positively stellar; the warm family feeling is not saccharine-sweet, but heartfelt and genuine, and Lexi and Cade’s rekindled romance is believable from beginning to end, along with the classy, sexy and tender love scenes.”
—Fresh Fiction on Midnight Thunder
“Vicki Lewis Thompson has compiled a tale of this terrific family, along with their friends and employees, to keep you glued to the page and ending with that warm and loving feeling.”
—Fresh Fiction on Cowboys and Angels
Dear Reader,
It’s the middle of the summer at Thunder Mountain Ranch, and that means summer storms! I live close to the mountains, too, and I’ve experienced the majesty of towering, blue-black clouds, blinding flashes of lightning and thunder that rattles the windows. I’ve been caught in sheets of rain that soaked me to the skin.
That’s the kind of weather Zeke Rafferty and Tess Irwin are forced to deal with. It’s the perfect backdrop for two passionate people at cross-purposes, and I can’t wait for you to dive into their story! Like all members of the Thunder Mountain Brotherhood, Zeke battles his demons. Unlike his foster brothers, he’s never allowed himself to count on the security he found at Thunder Mountain with foster parents Rosie and Herb Padgett. He’s remained a lone wolf, but now his protective shell is cracking under the weight of circumstances he can’t control.
As Tess and Zeke’s story unfolds, you’ll have a chance to catch up with Rosie and peek in on little Sophie, Rosie’s first grandchild. You’ll also be able to watch Sophie work her magic on Zeke. Nothing like a little redheaded moppet to turn a tough cowboy into a softie.
Now that you’re here, grab a seat in one of the Adirondack chairs on the front porch at Thunder Mountain and watch the storm clouds roll in. Rosie’s sure to bring you a cup of coffee and catch you up on the latest news. If you’re a newcomer, don’t worry. You’ll feel right at home in no time!
Stormily yours,
Say Yes to the Cowboy
Vicki Lewis Thompson
A passion for travel has taken New York Times bestselling author Vicki Lewis Thompson to Europe, Great Britain, the Greek isles, Australia and New Zealand. She’s visited most of North America and has her eye on South America’s rain forests. Africa, India and China beckon. But her first love is her home state of Arizona, with its deserts, mountains, sunsets and—last but not least—cowboys! The wide-open spaces and heroes on horseback influence everything she writes. Connect with her at vickilewisthompson.com, Facebook.com/vickilewisthompson and Twitter.com/vickilthompson.
Books by Vicki Lewis Thompson
Harlequin Special Edition
Thunder Mountain Brotherhood
In the Cowboy’s Arms
Harlequin Blaze
Thunder Mountain Brotherhood
Midnight Thunder
Thunderstruck
Rolling Like Thunder
A Cowboy Under the Mistletoe
Cowboy All Night
Cowboy After Dark
Cowboy Untamed
Cowboy Unwrapped
Sons of Chance
Cowboys & Angels
Riding High
Riding Hard
Riding Home
A Last Chance Christmas
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To the many copy editors over the years who’ve tightened my prose and questioned my word choices. We share the same geeky obsession with language, so it’s too bad we can’t all meet in the bar for a drink. I know we’d get along!
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
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
Excerpt from Serenity Harbor by RaeAnne Thayne
Chapter One
When a truck drove up outside the ranch house, Zeke Rafferty put down the barbell and grabbed a towel to mop his face. The workout wasn’t that hard, but the pain in his shoulder made him sweat like a pig. As he pulled on a T-shirt, the soft cotton stuck to his skin.
He’d recently decided to let his beard grow, so he hoped his visitor was someone who wouldn’t mind the sweat or the scruff. Walking out onto the front porch helped cool him off. Maybe he should start doing his exercises there so he could catch the Wyoming evening breeze.
He was glad to see the Thunder Mountain Academy logo on the tan pickup in front of the house. Anyone driving that truck would be family. When he saw it was Rosie, his foster mom, he hurried over to open the door for her. His nose told him she’d baked him a rhubarb pie. Excellent.
“Came over to see how you’re doing.” She handed him the pie and then waved him off as he started to help her down. “Don’t put a strain on your shoulder, son.”
“I won’t.” He got a kick out of seeing her at the wheel of such a massive vehicle. The top of her fluffed-up blond hairdo barely reached his shoulder yet she drove that truck with authority. He transferred the pie to his other hand and used his good arm to steady her as she stepped on the running board and hopped down. “The pie smells great.”
“It’s still warm. Do you have any of that vanilla ice cream left?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then, if you’ll make me some decaf, I wouldn’t mind a slice befor
e I head back. By the way, Herb said to say hello.”
“Thanks.” Zeke enjoyed these impromptu visits from his foster parents. He was fine with his own company, which made him the perfect caretaker for his foster brother Matt’s ranch, but he didn’t mind having someone to talk to now and then.
Maybe his nights seemed especially quiet because his days were filled with the sounds of hammering and sawing, sometimes punctuated with a baby’s squeals and laughter. His foster brother Damon Harrison and Damon’s wife, Philomena, were renovating the house for Matt, and they usually brought along their seven-month-old baby, Sophie. Zeke wasn’t much help with the renovation because of his shoulder, so he entertained Sophie when she was awake.
Rosie glanced at the sawhorses in the living room and the cartons of hardwood flooring. “Damon mentioned that they’d decided to replace the floors in all the bedrooms.”
“Yes, ma’am, and it’ll be beautiful when they’re done. Matt’s gonna love it.”
“He will. They do fabulous work. Speaking of Matt, have you heard from him recently?” Rosie headed for the kitchen.
“He called this morning.” Zeke started on the coffee. “Wanted to warn me that he’d ordered a kitchen table and chairs.” He gestured at the card table and folding chairs in the room now. “Should be here in a few days.” After landing a starring role in a Western being released in September, Matt was on track to become the most famous of the Thunder Mountain foster boys. With his improved finances, he’d bought this place, outside Sheridan and adjacent to Thunder Mountain Ranch. Matt’s timing had been perfect for Zeke. A torn rotator cuff from years of trick roping had forced him to leave the rodeo circuit for a few months. Keeping an eye on Matt’s property and overseeing renovations and furniture delivery had given him a spot to land until he healed.
“You’re going to the premiere, right?” Rosie put generous servings of pie on two plates and added a scoop of ice cream to each. Then she put them on the table along with napkins and forks. She’d helped Zeke organize the kitchen when he’d moved in, so she knew her way around.
“Planning on it.”
“How’s your shoulder?”
“Better.” It was his standard answer but progress was too damned slow. He worried that even after he was healed enough to get back to his routine, he’d need hours of practice before feeling confident he could dazzle the fans.
“I went online today and found a video of you performing at a rodeo in Vegas. Do you always wear sparkly clothes or was that a Vegas thing?”
He laughed. “I always do. I have a closet full of that stuff. When the spotlight hits me, I’m a regular rhinestone cowboy.” After adding cream to Rosie’s coffee, he brought both mugs to the table.
“I liked the routine in the dark where the ropes light up.”
“Those are tricky to work with but they’re a crowd-pleaser.” He took a seat across from Rosie. “I’m flattered that you looked for the video.”
“I had ulterior motives. I wanted to see if the students would go for it, and they definitely would. Once you’re healed, I’d love to have you teach a short roping class at the academy if you can work it into your schedule.”
He smiled. “Is that why you made my favorite pie?”
“I figured it couldn’t hurt.”
“I’d be glad to.” His temporary move to Matt’s place had given him a chance to see Thunder Mountain Academy in action. Years ago Rosie and Herb had sheltered numerous foster boys at their ranch. Then in retirement they’d found themselves with financial problems through no fault of their own.
Some of their foster sons had rallied to help them create Thunder Mountain Academy, a for-credit residential program for older teens where they’d learn everything equine-related. Zeke hadn’t kept in touch as much as some of the other guys, so he hadn’t heard about the financial crisis until it had been taken care of.
Fortunately the successful program had kept his foster parents from selling the ranch. It also had been a blessing in disguise because they’d obviously been bored once all the foster boys had grown and left. Unlike Zeke, they were extremely social.
“We’d pay you to teach classes in roping,” Rosie said.
“Not necessary. I wasn’t here to help set up the academy so it’s the least I can do.” He lifted a forkful of pie. “Just make me a few of these and I’m good. It’s hard to find decent rhubarb pie.”
“I know. Not enough demand. Until you came along I never made it because nobody else liked it besides me. Having you a short drive away is a bonus for lots of reasons, but I love the excuse to make this pie.”
Zeke scooped up another bite. “Happy to be of service.”
“Incidentally, someone called today looking for you.”
“Who?” He paused, his fork in midair.
“Tess Irwin. She lives in Casper.” Rosie gazed at him. “Your ice cream’s dripping all over.”
“Whoops.” He shoved the mixture of pie and melting ice cream into his mouth, which bought him a little time to think.
“I take it you recognize the name.” Rosie’s blue eyes saw much more than he wanted her to.
“Yes, ma’am. We met in Texas in April. She and her girlfriend came down because her girlfriend’s going with one of my buddies on the circuit. So Tess and I...spent time together.”
“She gave me her number and asked you to call.” Rosie pushed a slip of paper across the table. “I promised to pass it on.”
“Thanks.” He stuffed the paper into his pocket without looking at it.
Rosie changed the subject to an upcoming wedding at the ranch. Cade Gallagher was the first foster boy Rosie and Herb had taken in. He was marrying Lexi Simmons, his high school sweetheart, in less than a month. Rosie had been waiting for that wedding for a long time and she loved discussing the details. Zeke was glad he’d be here for it.
After Rosie left, he took one of the folding chairs from the kitchen and sat on the front porch. The scent of rain was in the air. It had rained the first night he’d had sex with Tess. He couldn’t really call it making love because they’d just met. Rain had beat on the window as they’d undressed each other.
If he closed his eyes, he could picture her perfectly: blond hair down past her shoulders, blue eyes, nice breasts, slim waist, shapely legs. She’d mentioned a divorce the previous year. She hadn’t been looking for a steady guy, just someone to have fun with.
She had, in fact, been looking for someone exactly like him, a man with no plans to settle down, a man who could enjoy a couple of nights with her and expect nothing more. When it came to people, he had no expectations. His father had taught him two things—roping and self-reliance. Zeke had become proficient at both.
He’d never expected to see Tess again, yet here she was, tracking him down. She hadn’t seemed like the stalker type. In any case, he wouldn’t call her back. He’d come here to heal and take care of Matt’s place, at least for the next few months. He wasn’t interested in whatever Tess had in mind.
When he went back inside, he took the scrap of paper from his pocket, crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash.
* * *
Tess allowed a week to go by before putting in another call to Rosie. Rosie didn’t sound happy to hear that Zeke hadn’t called. When Tess emphasized the urgency of the matter, Rosie suggested she come in person so they could work things out.
Tess had no idea how they’d do that, but she wasn’t in a position to question Rosie. She packed an overnight bag and threw it in her sedan before driving north toward Sheridan. At the turnoff to the ranch, she saw a wooden sign announcing it as the location of Thunder Mountain Academy.
The ranch itself had a homey feel. An old-fashioned, hip-roofed barn was off to the left and the low-slung house sported an awesome front porch that ran the length of the building. Adirondack chairs in alternat
ing brown and green lined the porch. The sign she’d seen initially was painted in the same colors, which must have something to do with the academy, whatever that was.
A short, blond woman who might be in her sixties came through the front door and stood on the porch as Tess climbed out of her car.
“Tess?” she called as she walked down the steps.
“Yes, that’s me. Are you Rosie?”
“I am.”
“Is Zeke here?” All the way from Casper she’d wondered if she’d step inside the ranch house and find him waiting for her.
“Not yet, but I’ve invited him for dinner.”
“Does he know that I’ll be here?”
“No.”
Tess’s stomach churned with anxiety. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I don’t want to ambush him.”
“Tess, he’s deliberately avoiding you, and I didn’t raise that boy to be rude, especially to a young lady he has a connection to. I intend to make sure that you get a chance to talk with him.”
“You’re his mother?” If this petite, plump and fair-skinned woman had given birth to Zeke, he must take after his dad.
“Foster mother.”
“Oh! Oh, my goodness. He never told me that he’d been in foster care.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. Listen, why don’t you get your bag and come inside for some lemonade and peanut butter cookies?”
“Okay. Thank you.” Tess let out a breath. Rosie’s blue-eyed gaze was kind, and kindness was welcome right now. Lemonade and cookies sounded pretty darned good, too.
After depositing her overnight bag in a guest room, she sat at Rosie’s kitchen table, enjoying her snack while Rosie filled her in on the history of Thunder Mountain. Then Rosie explained the structure of the academy and why it existed.
Tess hung on every word. Knowing that Zeke had been a foster child added a new challenge to the situation. But every bit of information helped, including the tidbit Rosie had provided about his injured shoulder.
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