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The Lonesome Rancher / Finding Happily-Ever-After: The Lonesome Rancher
Marie Ferrarella
Patricia Thayer
The Lonesome RancherSloan avoids the limelight that comes with belonging to the Merrick political dynasty. After his ex’s betrayal, he’s happy alone on his ranch. So he’s furious to find himself attracted to his mother’s new nurse Jade! But her real reason for coming to town spells scandal for the Merrick family – and her secret could break Sloan’s heart…Finding Happily-Ever-AfterPI Jewel doesn’t believe in fairytale romance. What she does believe in are low-risk flings and ignoring her mother’s constant matchmaking attempts. But her newest clients – sexy professor Christopher and his tiny grieving nephew – might give Jewel the lesson in love she so badly needs!
The Lonesome Rancher
Patricia Thayer
Finding Happily-Ever-After
Marie Ferrarella
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
The Lonesome Rancher
Patricia Thayer
Dear Reader,
This is my second book in THE QUILT SHOP IN KERRY SPRINGS series, and I hope you are enjoying the citizens of the small Texas town as much as I do writing about them.
In The Lonesome Cowboy I’m back out at the ranch with the Merrick family. Besides their being a Texas ranching dynasty, there’s been a Merrick in the US Congress for the past three generations. Yet my hero, Sloan Merrick, the adopted son of Clay and Louisa, has no desire to leave the ranch.
My heroine, Jade Hamilton, comes to the ranch in hopes of finding her biological father. Not for the fame or fortune that comes with the Merrick name, but to learn where she comes from. And, of course, what we all want: love. Just to feel a sense of belonging.
Jade tries to tell herself that once she meets her father, Clay Merrick, she can walk away. What she doesn’t realise is how much the family will come to mean to her—especially Sloan. If he learns the truth, will she lose him too?
Coming from such a large family, I know how lucky I am to have so many who love and care about me. I can’t imagine what it’s like when you learn you’re not who you think you are.
Of course I’ll give Sloan and Jade their happy ending, but their journey will be an interesting one. Hope you enjoy the ride.
Patricia Thayer
About the Author
Originally born and raised in Muncie, Indiana, PATRICIA THAYER is the second of eight children. She attended Ball State University, and soon afterwards headed West. Over the years she’s made frequent visits back to the Midwest, trying to keep up with her growing family.
Patricia has called Orange County, California, home for many years. She not only enjoys the warm climate, but also the company and support of other published authors in the local writers’ organisation. For the past eighteen years she has had the unwavering support and encouragement of her critique group. It’s a sisterhood like no other.
When she’s not working on a story, you might find her travelling the United States and Europe, taking in the scenery and doing story research while thoroughly enjoying herself, accompanied by Steve, her husband for over thirty-five years. Together they have three grown sons and four grandsons. As she calls them, her own true-life heroes. On rare days off from writing, you might catch her at Disneyland, spoiling those grandkids rotten! She also volunteers for the Grandparent Autism Network.
Patricia has written for over twenty years, and has authored over thirty-six books. She has been nominated for both the National Readers’ Choice Award and the prestigious RITA
. her book Nothing Short of a Miracle won a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice award.
A long-time member of Romance Writers of America, she has served as President and held many other board positions for her local chapter in Orange County. She’s a firm believer in giving back.
Check her website at www.patriciathayer.com for upcoming books.
To my mother. You’re my hero.
PROLOGUE
BREAKING NEWS
SENATOR CLAYTON MERRICK rushed home to Texas to be at his wife’s bedside after she suffered a stroke. A family spokesperson reports that Louisa Merrick is resting comfortably.
Will this serious medical crisis mean this is the last term for the U.S. senator? More importantly, how does this affect the upcoming vote on the pending energy bill … and the Merrick political dynasty?
CHAPTER ONE
JADE HAMILTON was totally lost, in more ways than she could count.
She pulled to the curb and parked her compact car on Main Street in Kerry Springs, Texas. The traffic was nearly nonexistent. Well, what did she expect? The population was under twenty thousand. Talk about your small town. Of course she knew that when she’d done her research on the area.
She blew out a breath. This was one of those crossroad moments … her friend, fellow nurse, Carrie Bradley, had always talked about. Either she needed to get directions to the job interview, or forget this crazy idea and turn around and head back to Dallas.
Then she’d never learn the truth. She had to know the truth.
Sadness crept over her, thinking about the past few months. Jade hated the resentment she felt for the woman who’d raised her, yet they’d kept so many secrets. Now Renee Hamilton was gone and she couldn’t tell Jade anything. Anything about the information Jade had found in the safe-deposit box that would change her life forever.
It was time she find out the entire truth. For her own satisfaction she needed answers. First, she had to find River’s End Ranch.
With renewed determination, she climbed out of the car and looked along the street to see a hardware store, a drugstore and ice cream store. Then a storefront with a display of handmade quilts caught her eye. The name Blind Stitch Quilt Shop was embossed across the glass window. She smiled, remembering her childhood and the hours she’d spent learning how to stitch with her mother.
Jade walked to the entrance, opened the door as a bell rang overhead. Inside the cool air mingled with the chatter of several women gathered around a cutting table. The salesclerk seemed to be busy so, having plenty of time before her appointment, Jade took the opportunity to look around the quaint shop. Several beautiful quilts adorned the high walls, underneath were stacks of pattern books and displays of scissors, needles and other notices. She strolled through the bolts of colorful fabric into a connecting room where another group of ladies were gathered around a table. She was surprised to see there was a man who was the center of attention.
Jade enjoyed a leisurely gaze over the handsome guy. He held his Stetson in his hand so she could see his inky-black hair and dark, deep-set eyes. She recognized more than a hint of Hispanic heritage in his strong jawline.
He was dressed in a starched cream-colored Western shirt, and new-looking pair of jeans, but he had on boots that were well-worn. She glanced down at his hands, and could see blunt-cut nails, also the callused fingers. He was definitely a working cowboy.
In a quilt shop?
“He’s pretty easy on the eyes, huh?”
Jade swung around and found a pretty blonde about her age, smiling at her.
“I’m sorry,” Jade admitted. “It’s rude to stare.”
“It’s hard not to,” the woman said. “There are some good-looking men around Kerry Springs. I can say that since I’ve recently married the most handsome one, Evan Rafferty. Hi, I’m Jenny Rafferty.”
“Jade Hamilton,” she said, smiling.
“Welcome, Jade, to the Blind Stitch. What can I do for you? Sign you up for my quilting class, or …” She grinned, and then said, “Maybe introduce you to that good-looking cowboy.”
Jade shook her head. She couldn’t get distracted from her goal. “Oh, no. I’m sorry, but I only came in to get directions.”
“So are you looking for a place to live?”
Jade found herself relaxing a little. “A job first.”
Jenny laughed. “That’s always a good idea. Where are you headed? I’m fairly new to the community, but I can give pretty good directions.”
“I’m looking for Louisa Merrick at the River’s End Ranch.”
The store clerk raised an eyebrow. “Really? Louisa is one of our best patrons … until recently.”
“So you know where the ranch is?”
“Yes, I do.” She nodded to the cowboy. “But I think he can do a better job of giving directions. That’s Louisa’s son, Sloan Merrick.”
Jade saw the man had started for the door carrying one of the sample books. “Okay, thank you, Jenny,” she called as she hurried across the room, hoping she could follow him out to the ranch.
He’d just gotten out the door when she called to him. “Excuse me, Mr. Merrick.”
The man was at his truck. He turned around and was even more handsome close up, and much bigger.
He frowned as he gave her the once-over, causing a funny reaction in her stomach.
He straightened. “What do you want?”
“Huh, well …” She was suddenly nervous. “Jenny Rafferty told me that you’re Sloan Merrick. I was wondering if I could get directions to the River’s End.” She forced a smile. “I have an appointment with Louisa Merrick.”
He continued to stare, but his eyes narrowed sharply. “The only directions you’ll get from me are to tell you how to leave town.”
She blinked. “I beg your pardon.”
He stepped closer. “How much plainer do you need it, lady? Stay the hell away from Merrick land, you aren’t welcome.”
An hour later, Jade had found her way out to the ranch. She was still fighting the urge to turn and run as she looked past the high wrought-iron gate toward the huge white house perched on the hill.
Her gaze moved to the miles of split-rail fencing enclosing the many acres of green pastures where Hereford steers grazed on the large southern Texas cattle ranch. She looked up at the archway overhead that read River’s End, owned by the Merrick Family, est. 1904.
She blew out a breath to slow her heart rate. It didn’t help. Go back to Dallas and forget she’d ever heard the name Merrick. At least one Merrick doesn’t want you here.
There was still time to change her mind, to forget this crazy idea. Then she’d never learn the truth about herself.
She pushed the button on the intercom. “Merrick residence,” a woman with a heavy accent answered.
Jade swallowed the dryness in her throat. “Hello, I’m Jade Hamilton. I have an appointment with Mrs. Merrick.” Her heart pounded hard in her chest. Was she finally going to meet the senator?
“I’ll open the gate for you. Drive to the main house.”
Jade climbed back into her car and the gate swung open as Sloan Merrick’s threat echoed in her head.
“Stay the hell away from Merrick land. You aren’t welcome.” Maybe she would be, or maybe she wouldn’t be, but this was her chance to find out the truth.
She drove through the gate and tried to enjoy the quarter mile trip as she continued along the road and passed several structures, including a large barn and a corral with a number of horses. There were ranch hands busy with chores. A few of them looked at her, but no one stopped her so she kept on going.
The house was more impressive the closer she got. The brick and white clapboard, three-story structure with a big wraparound porch was loaded down with huge pots of flowers adding a rainbow of color. She pulled into the circular driveway.
Grabbing her purse and briefcase she headed up the slate tile walkway to the steps and a massive oak door with a cut-glass window. The name Merrick was etched into the center.
Each breath Jade drew was more labored. She’d waited months to come here, to meet the one man linked to the secret of her past. She couldn’t lose her nerve.
Sloan Merrick studied his mother seated on the sofa in the sunroom. Even being in her favorite place in the house, she didn’t look happy. She’d turned fifty-eight on her last birthday, but the past few months had taken a toll on her.
Since her stroke Louisa Merrick hadn’t cared much about her appearance. Her hair hadn’t been cut or styled, and even the manicurist had been turned away when she’d come by the house. It was so unlike Mother not to want to see anyone, not friends or family. Even though the doctor felt she could make a full recovery with exercise and therapy, she hadn’t put forth much effort. And Sloan was worried about her.
“The women at the shop send their best wishes. Liz, Beth, Millie and Jenny all asked about you.”
She looked at him, and then down at items he’d brought her back from The Blind Stitch.
“Liz thought you’d like the new pattern book. She told me to tell you that they hadn’t started the quilt yet. They need your help on colors and design.”
“That’s about all I could do. I’d be useless to them the way I am now.”
“That could change,” he said, hoping to get a rise out of her.
Bingo. She glared at him. “I know your intentions are good, son. But I’m handling this.”
But she wasn’t handling it. “Mother, if you’ll just let us help you …”
“That’s the problem, Sloan. Everyone is always helping me. It’s time I start doing things on my own.” She waved her good arm. “Or I might as well be an invalid.”
He could see her frustration. Hell, he had a big share of his own. Her strong Spanish heritage showed in her distinctive bone structure and coloring, especially her deep brown eyes.
“I know how important your independence is to you.”
“Then get ready because I’m planning on getting it back. And soon.”
He stared at her, recalling the day she’d collapsed in front of him. Thank God she’d gotten immediate medical attention. And as the wife of a U.S. senator, she’d had the best care. “You haven’t gotten all your strength back. There are times when you need someone to help you.”
“I agree. That’s why I’m planning on hiring someone to help me get back on my feet.”
“What? Why didn’t you say something? If you needed help we’re here.”
She shook her head. “No, you, your father and Alisa need to get on with your lives. I want—no, need—to do this on my own. Thankfully I still have my faculties. My mind isn’t completely gone. That’s why I’m hiring a nurse to be with me until I’m back on solid ground, so to speak.”
Sloan calmed down a little. Okay, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. Marta had been overworked with the housework and Mother’s demands. “So who did the doctor recommend?”
“He gave me the name of a nurses’ registry that specializes in this sort of thing. I’ve been interviewing several candidates and I found one I like.”
Before Sloan could speak there was a knock on the door and the longtime housekeeper, Marta, peered in. “Señorita Hamilton is here.”
Louisa smiled. “Good. Send her in, Marta.” Then she glanced at him. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
