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The Cowboy's Homecoming
DONNA ALWARD
BACK… FOR GOOD?Once, rodeo star Rylan Duggan had called Crooked Valley Ranch home. But after an incredible, romantic night with neighboring rancher—beautiful, strong, smart Kailey Brandt—he'd bolted. He didn't look back, telling himself he preferred life on the circuit with no commitments and no ties.Until now. With Rylan back for a few short weeks, Kailey can't deny their attraction is as strong as ever. She thought she’d learned her lesson the first time he’d hurt her—and the handsome cowboy is still adamant he will not be sticking around. While helping him build Crooked Valley’s business, Kailey sees a different, more grounded side of him. Has Rylan finally found his home… in Kailey’s heart?
“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
Kailey laughed. “News flash, Duggan. You’re on Brandt land. I’m already home. Maybe I should walk you back, huh?”
She was so quick, a little feisty, and he liked that about her. A lot. “If you want to kill my reputation with a single blow, sure. Big bad rodeo star needs an escort home in the dark.”
Not that he couldn’t find a few things to do in the dark with her.
He had to stop thinking that way.
“I guess we’ll just part ways here, then,” she replied, pushing herself to her feet.
“I guess.” He’d taken maybe half a dozen steps when she called out to him.
“Hey, Rylan.”
He turned and faced her, and the image of her standing in the twilight among the waving grass did something crazy to his pulse.
“I’m glad we cleared the air.” Kailey turned and started walking away, her hips swinging a little with each step.
He was glad she was happy about it, because to his mind things had just become a whole lot more complicated.
The Cowboy’s Homecoming
Donna Alward
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
A busy wife and mother of three (two daughters and the family dog), DONNA ALWARD believes hers is the best job in the world: a combination of stay-at-home mom and romance novelist. An avid reader since childhood, Donna has always made up her own stories. She completed her arts degree in English literature in 1994, but it wasn’t until 2001 that she penned her first full-length novel and found herself hooked on writing romance. In 2006 she sold her first manuscript, and now writes warm, emotional stories for Mills & Boon.
In her new home office in Nova Scotia, Donna loves being back on the east coast of Canada after nearly twelve years in Alberta, where her career began, writing about cowboys and the West. Donna’s debut romance, Hired by the Cowboy, was awarded a Booksellers’ Best Award in 2008 for Best Traditional Romance.
With the Atlantic Ocean only minutes from her doorstep, Donna has found a fresh take on life and promises even more great romances in the near future!
Donna loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website, www.donnaalward.com (http://www.donnaalward.com), or follow @DonnaAlward (http://www.twitter.com/DonnaAlward) on Twitter.
Contents
Cover (#u91415cad-c28a-5979-92ab-1ad6f6fa923e)
Excerpt (#u5b300dd4-7f45-5eb1-9981-f386fe52e41f)
Title Page (#u5c0f839f-5e0a-551b-afc0-fe529f7d9221)
About the Author (#u1232d439-d99e-539a-a20b-08af1eb74680)
Chapter One (#ulink_1fbfca01-7797-555f-8b61-8035e172e21b)
Chapter Two (#ulink_33fab4f5-63e8-504f-b3ab-ae342a25f509)
Chapter Three (#ulink_0bc03fc9-2f6f-5d6c-9fa1-1c0e822861b5)
Chapter Four (#ulink_aa9311f2-751c-5b6a-9af0-0e16b96d9e2d)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#ulink_0940de25-97bf-550f-9477-f7b459eb3946)
Crooked Valley Ranch had changed since Rylan had last been here.
He drove slowly up the driveway, the Ford 4x4 and hybrid camper he towed behind moving easily over the gravel lane, not a pothole to be seen. Duke must have had it leveled this spring, he mused.
Ry touched the brakes and stared at the house. A fresh coat of white paint was on the front porch and flowers bloomed in a profusion of color in front of crisscross lattice skirting. The barns could use a new coat of paint as well, but there was an air of neatness and organization that had been missing before, too. It looked as if his sister hadn’t been kidding. Crooked Valley Ranch was on its way up.
“I’ll be damned,” he breathed, a smile touching his lips. He never would have thought his dyed-in-the-wool military brother, Duke, would turn out to be a rancher. But if outward appearances meant anything, Duke was doing a damned good job revitalizing their granddad’s spread.
Rylan scowled a little, chafing against the demand-presented-as-a-request he’d received from Lacey. Duke was staying on at Crooked Valley. Hell, he was married and had a baby on the way—a family to support. Lacey had taken over the administration aspect of the operation, and she and the ranch manager, Quinn Solomon, were planning a June wedding. Joe Duggan’s will required all three of his grandchildren to take their place at the ranch before the year was up or else the place would be sold. Lacey had totally guilted him into coming “home,” as she’d put it.
“It’s not forever,” she’d assured him. “Just use this as your home base. That’s all we ask. We’ve never asked anything else of you, Rylan. Please help us keep it in the family. Once everything’s settled, Duke and I will find a way to buy out your third.”
Roots. He tried to avoid them whenever he could. Still, it kind of stung that Lacey had just dismissed him as having no interest in the ranch. Not that he wanted his part of it, but that they hadn’t expected it of him. No one ever expected anything of him, did they? He should have been used to it by now.
He pulled into a big vacant spot next to the horse barn and cut the engine, which also cut out the comforting sounds of the music he’d had blaring on the radio during the drive from Wyoming.
Truth was, he’d known since February that this day was coming.
His arrival must have made some noise, because a little girl came rushing out of the barn, brown curls bobbing. Amber, Quinn’s daughter. Rylan grinned. Little-known secret: he liked kids. Kids were easy, and honest, and thought being a grown-up meant doing what you wanted to do and not what someone told you. At least with kids, he never had his choices judged. To them, he was “cool.”
“Hey, short stuff!” He hopped out of the cab and slammed the door.
“Hi,” she offered, but stopped short, tilted her head and stared at him. “Are you going to be my Uncle Ry now?”
Yep, blunt honesty. He grinned back at her. “Looks that way. I’m okay with it if you are.”
She nodded. “I gots a dog. Her name is Molly.”
“Congratulations.”
With a happy giggle, Amber turned around to run back to the barn, but stopped when she saw Quinn coming around the corner. Rylan liked Quinn, and he was happy for his sister. They’d make this work out somehow... He knew his brother and sister didn’t realize it, but he actually did care about their happiness. That was the only reason he’d come back.
That and the heavy sense of inevitability that told him he probably should face his demons at some point.
And then a blond head appeared, the streaky strands of hair twisted back in a braid. His gut clenched. Maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe he could be that lucky. He wasn’t ready for the confrontation he knew would be coming.
The woman came around beside Quinn, both of them talking, and he recognized the long legs, curvy figure and slight sway to her walk. Kailey Brandt. He held back a groan. Why did she have to be here right at this particular moment? Why couldn’t he have had time to prepare, to work out something to say?
He hadn’t spoken to her since Valentine’s Day, when she’d hopped into his truck and had gone back to the motel with him after the benefit dance at the Silver Dollar. He’d slipped out the morning after, before she woke. It had been a coward’s move and one he wasn’t proud of. He figured he deserved whatever she would sling his way. He’d just hoped to avoid it for a little while longer.
“Daddy, Uncle Ry’s here!” Amber’s sweet voice broke the silence and both Quinn and Kailey looked up. Quinn’s face broke out into a smile while Kailey’s...
Damn. His gut twisted again. She looked ready to commit murder.
“Rylan,” Quinn greeted him, holding out a hand. “Glad you’re finally here.”
Rylan shook his hand. “Me, too, Quinn. Congratulations on your engagement. Glad my sister isn’t marrying some pansy-ass.”
Quinn laughed. “To the point. And a compliment, I think.”
“It is.”
His gaze slid over to Kailey. Her lips were set in a thin, unrelenting line, her eyes as cold as January ice.
“Hello, Kailey.”
She looked down at Amber, who was within earshot, then pasted on the falsest smile he’d ever seen. “Why, hello, stranger.”
Quinn frowned, looking from Rylan to Kailey and back to Rylan again. “Okay, I’m just a guy and even I can tell there’s some friction here. What’s going on?”
Kailey patted Quinn’s arm. “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’d better get back home now. Chores to do and stuff.”
Without so much as a nod goodbye, Kailey marched off in the direction of her truck. Rylan noticed it was a year or two newer than his, a V8 with a crew cab and lots of power to tow a trailer full of stock. He had no doubt she could do it, too. She was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. And one of the toughest and most capable.
Quinn’s voice was low. “That have something to do with Valentine’s Day?”
No sense making excuses. Rylan met his gaze evenly. “Probably,” he admitted.
Amber bounced away to play with Lacey’s pup, Ranger, and Quinn blew out a breath. “You know, Lacey insisted that you guys were adults. That I needed to let things be. But let me tell you this. That girl is one of my best friends.”
“Warning received,” Rylan acknowledged. “I’ll make things right. I don’t have any intention of hurting her, Quinn.”
“Intentions are funny things,” Quinn replied. But he let the matter drop, thankfully. “Have you been inside to see your sister yet?”
“No.”
“She’s thrilled you’re here. Just so you know.”
Unease settled over Rylan again. He’d come to Crooked Valley as requested, but he fully intended to do his own thing and on his own schedule. That was the agreement. None of this convincing-him-to-stay crap. He’d be on the road most of the summer anyway, hitting as many rodeos as possible in his run for the National Finals title. He had a real chance this year and he wasn’t about to blow it.
“I’ll park the trailer and make my way up in a bit.”
Quinn nodded. “I’ll see you later then.”
He gave Ry a clap on the shoulder before moving on toward the rambling farmhouse. Rylan looked after him, vague memories stirring in his brain. He’d been little but he still remembered. He remembered Grampa Joe and Grandma Eileen and learning to ride the horses and the sound of his dad’s laughter. Grandma had made the best chocolate cake he’d ever had, and Grampa Joe had bought Ry a pony to ride since he was younger and smaller than Duke. The pony’s name had been Daisy and he’d doted on her from the first moment, feeding her treats of apples and carrots, and brushing her every day.
His early childhood had been absolutely perfect.
There were other memories, too. He remembered how it had felt to hear the news that his father was never coming home. It had been incomprehensible to imagine a world where Dad wouldn’t come thumping in, dropping his duffel and looking so tall and important in his uniform. Ry had spent hours in the barns, sitting with the horses, smelling their warm, pungent hides and trying to make sense of it all. He’d told Daisy all his feelings, burying his face in her coarse mane when things got to be too much for him to understand.
And then even that had been taken away when their mother had moved them to Helena and that small house on a postage-stamp lot. The city, for God’s sake. No fields, no chocolate cake and no Daisy.
He would never invest that much of himself in a place again. No commitments meant no disappointments, and that was just how he liked it.
He got back in the truck and found a nice level spot to park his camper.
* * *
KAILEY HAD THOUGHT a lot about what she’d say to Rylan Duggan the next time she saw him. She’d also known that Lacey and Duke had asked him to come to Crooked Valley. His presence here would ensure that the ranch stayed in the family, and with two of the three Duggan siblings invested in it now, his agreement was especially important. She understood that.
But to her knowledge he hadn’t agreed, and he certainly hadn’t advised anyone of his arrival. He’d just shown up, wearing those faded jeans and a cocky grin that had made her traitorous body stand up straight and pay attention.
She hated him for that. Almost as much as she hated that she was just that weak to fall for a sexy smile and fine ass. Well, falling for it and acting on it were two different things. He wouldn’t get the chance to burn her again.
Dust puffed up in clouds behind her tires as she drove along a dirt road parallel to the Brandt ranch. Just beyond the next ridge was the bend in the Crooked Valley Creek, where the water slowed, creating the perfect summer swimming hole. She needed some peace and quiet, some tranquility, before she went home. The last thing she wanted to do was take this mood inside.
Sometimes it really sucked being in her late twenties and still living with her parents. Yet it made no sense to do otherwise, when she spent 90 percent of her time working the ranch. The ranch that was going to be hers someday. That had always been perfectly clear. She was an only child. Without her, the ranch would have to be sold.
She loved Brandt Ranch. She truly did. But having the weight of it on her shoulders had come with a price.
Finally, she slowed and pulled off the dirt road, driving carefully down a path that was no more than two tire tracks through the grass. It opened up into a wide, grassy knoll that led to the water. As she climbed out of the truck, she could hear the comforting warble of the creek and the sound of the birds in the nearby trees and bushes.
She picked her way down the bank to the edge of the water and dipped her fingers in. “Brrr.” She shivered and pulled her hand back out. It was only May and the creek was higher than usual, fed by the runoff from the mountains. There’d be no swimming today.
