Keeley held back a smile. “I did try to warn him it wasn’t safe.”
“He won’t be causing any trouble for a good long while.” Deputy Dalton had arrived a few minutes ago, his face grim. “When he gets out of the hospital he’ll be in jail. We’ve got enough on him now to put him away for quite a while, and Lorraine discovered outstanding warrants on him in Illinois.” He turned to Keeley. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
Keeley nestled deeper into Connor’s embrace on the waiting-room sofa. “A bit of a headache, maybe. If Connor hadn’t arrived when he did, things could have been so much worse.”
“And Bobby was quite a hero himself,” Connor added, giving the boy a nod of approval.
Bobby beamed. “I went down the rope ladder and found the deputy. I even got to ride in his car, with the siren and everything.”
Dalton touched the brim of his cap. “Well, folks, I’ve got to go.”
“Thanks, for everything.” After he left, Keeley shifted in Connor’s embrace so she could look up at him. “I was so shocked when I heard your voice, I could barely believe it—but I still don’t understand why you came back so soon.”
Bobby blushed, the tips of his ears turning bright red. “Because he likes you. He really likes you.”
She grinned at him. “I really hope you’re right.”
“I still need to go to Texas for a while. But I’ll do my best to find a job here—there has to be something I can do. And I just couldn’t leave without telling you the truth.” Connor stood and gently pulled her to her feet. He took a slow, steadying breath, his eyes locked on hers. “I love you, Keeley. I think I’ve loved you from that very first day when I walked into your store.”
Joy spread through her like a burst of fireworks, so dazzling and overwhelming that it took her a moment to speak. “I’ve never believed in love at first sight. I haven’t even believed in love, really...not for me. But now I know—no one else was perfect because none of them was you.”
She framed his face within her hands and kissed him, sighing softly when he wrapped his arms around her and returned her kiss in full measure.
When they finally ended the embrace, the jaded heart that had never allowed itself to love was nearly bursting. “I love you, too, Connor. Forever and always.”
Epilogue
Six months later
Connor pulled off his gloves, jammed them into his back pocket and hooked his boot on the lower rail of the white fence. “So what do you think?”
Out in the corral, Bobby and Joshua were mounted on elderly, well-broken mares, and from the boys’ delighted laughter and banter, they were enjoying every minute.
Connor hadn’t been back in town long before he’d asked Keeley about providing formal foster care for Bobby...and now they were working on the possibility of adoption.
“I think our guys are having a wonderful time. And I still have to pinch myself to remember that this is all real. My dad really came through, didn’t he?”
“He sure did.”
Paul had asked him one day about his job skills and Connor had rattled off his past life on the ranch, followed by the rodeo circuit. He’d forgotten about that conversation.
But for all that Paul struggled with dementia, he had remembered. He’d begun asking questions.
And through a friend of a friend who knew someone else, he’d learned of a wealthy, nationally known quarter-horse breeder not far from Aspen Creek, who had been advertising in The Quarter Horse Journal for months, trying to find a good trainer and ranch manager.
“Are you ever sorry you didn’t go back to Texas?”
Connor smiled. “Never. Staying here meant being with you, and that means far more to me. I can always go south for another visit, and they’re planning to come up. But this is where I belong. With all of you.”
He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a small box. His heart pounded in his throat and his hand shook when he offered it to her.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this. I needed to feel worthy of you, and now I hope I am. Keeley, will you marry me?”
Suddenly breathless, she stared at his hand in shock. “Really?”
The boys trotted the mares across the arena and pulled to a stop next to them. “Did you do it, Dad?” Josh stood in his stirrups for a better view. “Did she say yes?”
Keeley looked up at Connor, her eyes glistening with tears. Then she opened the box and cried out with delight. “It’s gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous! I can’t believe it— Where— How—”
“The shoplifters were finally caught—a group of high-school girls in town. They had held on to everything they’d stolen. Then one had the bright idea to take some loot to a pawnshop. They tried to sell the garnet ring they stole from you.” He toed at a clump of grass. “I’ll replace those garnets with diamonds as soon as I can, but I was sorta figuring we’d need to buy a house.”
She shook her head. “This is what I want. The ring is beautiful and it means so much to me that I never want to let it go.”
She slid it on her finger. Then walked into his arms and gave him a long kiss. “My answer is yes—always and forever, yes.”
And in that moment he knew that he could never regret anything in his life that had brought him to this town and this woman.
Because he was well and truly home at last.
* * * * *
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Rescued by the Farmer
by Mia Ross
Chapter One
Okay, it was official. She was lost.
Sighing in frustration, Bekah Holloway squinted through the branches alongside the isolated country road she was currently on, hunting for a sign to tell her where she was. It was probably intended to be two lanes, she complained silently, but considering the washed-out sections and complete lack of a shoulder, it was more like a lane and a half. That made it tough for someone who h
ad no clue where she was going to keep the small hatchback out of the wide ditches on either side.
It sure was pretty out here, though, she had to admit as she drove beneath massive oak trees whose leaves were in the midst of changing colors for fall. It was almost October, and some were still green, but most had gone over to various shades of gold and red, giving her the impression that she was driving beneath nature’s own archway.
And it was so quiet, she could actually hear her own breathing. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been able to do that, and she drank in her peaceful surroundings with sincere gratitude. It was a far cry from the traffic jams and crammed sidewalks she’d left behind her less than a month ago. Breaking away from the only life she’d ever known had taken a huge effort on her part, but now that she’d managed to gain her freedom, she’d rather die than go back to her old ways.
That thought had just flitted through her mind when something hit the windshield with a force that jerked her back to reality with a startled yelp. Before her eyes, the already chipped upper right corner of the glass spider-webbed into a large crack. She let out a dejected sigh. Repairing the radiator a few days ago had taken the last of her meager cash. There was no way she could do anything more until she found herself a job.
A fluttering at the side of the road dragged her attention away from her pity party, and she realized that whatever she’d hit was still alive. She wasn’t exactly a nature girl, so she wasn’t sure what to do, but she couldn’t leave an injured animal alone and helpless in the woods, suffering until it finally died. Moving slowly to avoid scaring it any further, she eased the driver’s door open and crept to the edge of the gravel lane. There, in a wallow filled with mud, lay the most incredible creature she’d ever seen.
A hawk with striking white-and-rust-colored feathers lay on the ground, clearly stunned but still conscious enough to watch her through one dark, mistrustful eye. The other was half closed, and from the odd angle at which its wing rested, Bekah assumed it was broken. The poor thing was breathing so fast, she couldn’t have kept up without hyperventilating. It seemed to her that it was waiting for her to finish the job her windshield had started.
“Please, don’t be scared,” she cooed to the terrified bird. “I want to help you.”
When she moved closer, it began flapping its good wing in a panicky gesture that made Bekah instinctively stop in her tracks. She wanted to help, but she didn’t know how.
“Hey there,” a deep voice murmured. “Need a hand?”
Terrified by the unexpected sound, she whipped around to find a tall man behind her. Dressed in running attire, he was obviously out for a jog, which explained why she hadn’t heard him coming. Apparently, he sensed her fear, because he held his hand out to her with a friendly grin. “Drew Kinley.”
Shocked into silence, at first she couldn’t make herself respond. He patiently kept his hand within her reach until she managed to reply. “Bekah.”
She didn’t shake his hand, and out of habit, she stopped short of adding her last name. Either he didn’t notice, or he didn’t care, because he skirted around her and assessed the injured animal from a safe distance. “Looks bad. What happened?”
“I’m not sure. One minute, I was driving along trying to figure out where I am, and the next, blam! I ran into this poor hawk. I feel terrible,” she added in a near whisper. She’d had enough pain inflicted on her in her life to know how it felt, and she knew all too well that being all alone only made the problem worse. Knowing she’d caused this beautiful creature so much pain made her nauseous.
Unfortunately, her confession brought Drew’s gaze back to her. His light brown hair was damp from his run, and it occurred to her that his eyes were a unique blend of green and gold she’d never seen before. When they focused on her, she watched as idle curiosity shifted to concern. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” When she realized he was staring at her cheek, she lifted her palm to cover the healing bruise. “This happened a while ago.”
Darkening like thunderclouds, those eyes took on a fierce quality that made her backpedal in self-defense. When he noticed her motion, he put on a smile that looked forced but much less menacing.
“I’m sorry, Bekah,” he told her in a soothing Kentucky drawl. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just hate seeing a woman hurt that way is all.”
Why did he even care? she wondered. She was a complete stranger, and he’d interrupted his morning run to help her. This sort of innate kindness was so far beyond her experience, she didn’t know what to say.
After waiting several seconds, he seemed to understand she wasn’t going to respond. “So, back to your friend here,” he said in a chipper tone. Unzipping his hoodie, he asked, “Do you have a box for us to put this hawk in to keep him from struggling?”
“You can tell he’s male from way over here?”
Looking a little puzzled, Drew shrugged. “Not really. I just assumed.”
Typical guy, she huffed silently. “What’s wrong with assuming she’s female?”
“Good point,” he conceded with a sheepish grin. “Do you have a box to put her in?”
“Um, no. But I have a big duffel bag.”
“That’ll do. Why don’t you empty it out, and I’ll try not to scare the poor thing any more than we have to.”
Relieved to finally have a plan, she opened the rear hatch and took out the bag holding all her clothes. She dumped them on the floor of the car and offered the bag to Drew.
Cocking his head, he gave her a half-grin. “Yeah, that’s not gonna work. I’m gonna have my hands full of angry hawk, so you’ll need to hold the bag for me to drop her into.”
Backing away, she shook her head in protest. “I don’t think so.”
“I can’t do this by myself,” he reasoned. “There’s an animal rescue center not far from here, but I need your help to get her there. Otherwise, I could end up hurting her worse.”
That did it for her. Feeling responsible for the poor animal being wounded in the first place, Bekah knew that the least she could do was help Drew get her to someone who could care for her properly. Screwing up the tiny bit of courage she still had in her, she grasped both edges of the bag and followed him to where the bird lay.
“Now, I’ll cover her with my sweatshirt to keep her from going nuts. Once her eyes are blocked, she should settle down some, and you can catch her in the bag.” Giving Bekah a bracing look, he asked, “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
“Good. I’ll make sure to get a solid hold on her, so she won’t hurt you.”
That he was concerned about her safety touched Bekah in a way so unexpected, she didn’t know how to process the emotion. In the few minutes she’d known this tall, good-looking man, he’d rattled her thoroughly more than once. And not in the bad way she’d grown so accustomed to.
Yanking her errant thoughts back to the matter at hand, she waited while he spoke reassuringly to the bird, edging closer when she calmed and pausing when she seemed to be growing unnerved by his presence. Finally, he was close enough to wrap the hawk in his jacket, and Bekah stepped up with the duffel bag to enclose the frightened animal.
Cradling the bundle, she felt the bird’s frantic heartbeat as if it were her own. She knew how it was to feel powerless, and she cuddled the hawk to her chest hoping to make her feel safer. “It’s all right, baby—you’re safe now. We won’t let any more bad things happen to you.”
The struggling eased a bit, and Drew opened the passenger door for her. When she understood what he was suggesting, she took a large step back. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve got her calmed down, so I figured I’d drive us to the rescue center. Is that okay?”
Not in a million years.
She was more or less comfortable with holding their patient, but the idea of allowi
ng someone else to drive her to an unknown destination filled her with a terror so deep, it was threatening to choke her. That kind of blind trust had caused her no end of trouble in the past, and she wasn’t keen to set herself up for that again.
Then logic kicked in to remind her that it would be impossible for her to drive while holding the injured bird. Not to mention, she had no idea how to get to this rescue center he’d referred to. So, undone by necessity, she let out a quiet sigh and nodded. “I guess.”
Once she was settled in the passenger seat, he quietly shut the door and hurried around the front to get behind the wheel and start the engine. He pulled his cell phone from a cargo pocket on his shorts and put it on speaker before pulling onto the road. A pleasant voice on the other end answered, “Oaks Crossing Rescue Center. This is Sierra, how can I help you?”
“Hey, it’s Drew. I’m coming in with a badly injured red-tailed hawk. Thought you’d like a heads-up.”
“Get it here as fast as you can,” the woman replied in a crisp, efficient tone laced with concern. “I’ll be waiting.”
Drew tapped the screen to shut off his phone and tucked it back in his pocket before glancing over at Bekah. “How’re you ladies doing over there?”
“Still breathing.” Bekah peeked into the bag to check on their passenger. The hawk was coiled like a spring, but at least she’d stopped wriggling and trying to get loose. Either she was calming down, or she was fading fast. Since she knew next to nothing about birds, Bekah realized she had no choice but to hope for the best. “She’s really scared, though. I wish there was something more I could do.”
“It’s not your fault she got hit,” he assured her as he took a sharp curve like a pro. “We’ve got a lot of red-tails around here, and they like to hunt at the edges of these woods. They get so focused on their meal, they don’t check for cars, so most likely she ran into you instead of the other way around.”
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