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The Prodigal Texan
Lynnette Kent
Making amendsNo one expected Jud Ritter to return to Homestead, Texas, least of all mayor Miranda Wright–the woman he made a fool of right before he left town for good. Miranda has enough on her hands trying to stop the crimes directed at recipients of the land giveaway program she started. And must now finish, if some people in the town get their way…An Austin police officer on leave, Jud's here to help find the culprits, reconcile with his estranged brother–and apologize to Miranda. He misses their old rivalry and had never planned to hurt her. But he hadn't realized how much she meant to him until he saw what Miranda was willing to put on the line for the town–and for him.
“What are you doing?”
Miranda asked as she faced him
“Just walking a lady home.”
“I am home. This whole spread is my home.”
“You never know what might come out in the dark.” He covered the distance to the back porch, opened the door to the house and ushered her in.
“Thanks for letting me watch the foal be born tonight,” he said.
She turned to face him again. “You’re welcome. At least you weren’t totally useless. You made the phone calls, and you brought my coat.”
Jud laughed. “So happy to be of service, Ms. Mayor.
Aren’t you glad you changed your mind and let me stay in the foreman’s cabin here?”
“I guess so. But keep out of my way,” she said, retreating to the shadows within, “unless you want me to change it back again.” The thud of the house door punctuated her order.
“Not a chance,” Jud said softly, walking across the open ground toward the foreman’s cabin. “I’m not leaving until my business here in Homestead is done.”
He glanced over his shoulder just as a light upstairs winked out. “And that business, Miranda Wright, definitely includes you.”
Dear Reader,
My first job out of college involved physiology laboratory research, which was every bit as dull as it sounds. To perk up the day, we listened to the radio while we worked; since this was Nashville, Tennessee, the station of choice often played country music. One day a colleague of mine—obviously not a fan—complained that “every country music song talks about Tennessee or Texas!”
And why not? Texas, especially, has earned a preeminent place in the American legend, with the Alamo and the Rio Grande, with ranchers, Rangers and rustlers, with cattle drives and, yes, country-and-western music. I’ve enjoyed writing a story set against this unique and romantic background, particularly in a series with four equally unique and romantic Harlequin Superromance authors.
As The Prodigal Texan, Jud Ritter returns to Homestead, Texas, only to discover how much about his hometown remains the same. Most folks—including his own brother—still believe the lies that circulated about him all those years ago. If Jud is to redeem his reputation, he’ll have to prove to the people of Homestead just how much he has changed.
Mayor Miranda Wright has worked long and hard to transform her beloved town for the better. Now she must count on Jud Ritter to save Homestead from oblivion. Can she trust this onetime bad boy with the town’s safety? Should she trust him with her heart?
I hope you have a good time with Miranda and Jud and the folks in Homestead, Texas. Please feel free to write me at PMB 304, Westwood Shopping Center, Fayetteville, NC 28314, or visit my Web site at www.lynnette-kent.com.
Happy reading!
Lynnette Kent
The Prodigal Texan
Lynnette Kent
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To Kathleen
An editor in a million
With many thanks
I’m grateful, as well, for the chance to work
with Roxanne Rustand, K.N. Casper, Linda Warren
and Roz Denny Fox in developing the
HOME TO LOVELESS COUNTY series.
From brainstorming to nailing down the
smallest details, you folks were creative,
cooperative and downright fun!
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE (#u356287e0-39d2-5440-b4b8-8e351003cfe7)
CHAPTER TWO (#ud717f391-1c01-5853-a13d-7ec15ab844c2)
CHAPTER THREE (#uff8fe725-c741-5ed6-907f-14133ef6f9ed)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u3d8edc61-7f11-57d2-879a-3f1696602fc9)
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)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE
May
THE DAY STARTED WITH A FUNERAL.
By five o’clock, Miranda Wright had endured as much neighborly nosiness, listened to as many insinuations and waded through all the close-minded arguments she could stomach. With a slam of the door and a twist of the key, she abandoned her Wright for Mayor campaign office, skipped town without speaking to a single prospective voter and took the long way home. With luck, a breezy ride through the wide-open Texas countryside would restore her peace of mind.
Since the meandering back road she traveled led pretty much nowhere except to her farm, she was surprised to come over a rise and find a black truck parked on the shoulder at the bottom of the slope. Engine trouble, maybe. And no cell phone would work in the deep trough between the two hills.
Despite her mood, Miranda did the neighborly thing and stopped a few yards behind the tailgate of the black Ford 250. No flat tires evident, no smoking engine. Just the driver, sitting motionless at the wheel. Sick? Disabled? Dangerous?
Wishing she could replace her navy funeral suit and high-heeled shoes with jeans, boots and a rifle, she stepped up to the driver’s window. “Everything okay?”
Then she saw who she was dealing with.
“If it isn’t Ms. Mayor-to-be,” Jud Ritter said, giving her his one-sided smile. “How’s it going?” He took a swig from a half-empty whiskey bottle. An identical bottle lay on the passenger seat. Empty.
“Hey, Jud.” The man had attended his mother’s funeral this morning. He had a right to drown his sorrows, but not behind the wheel. “What are you doing out here in the wilderness? You should be at home with your dad and Ethan.”
He barked a laugh. “Not likely, Ms. Mayor-to-be. ‘Don’t bother coming back,’ was the phrase, as I remember it. ‘You don’t belong here.’” He helped himself to another drink, then held out the bottle. “Want some?”
“Sure.” Miranda took it, stepped back and poured out a golden stream of whiskey. The sharp tang of liquor rose from the pavement. As she handed him the empty bottle, Jud stared at her, eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a straight line.
Finally, he shrugged. “That’ll teach me to be polite.” Groaning, he stretched an arm down into the foot well on the passenger side. “Good thing I know my limits.” He sat up again with a third bottle in his hand and proceeded to break the seal.
That was so like him—Homestead’s most infamous bad boy, a law unto himself, always finding a new way to flout the rules and make somebody mad. The citizens had heaved a collective sigh of relief when he’d left town after high school.
Miranda opened the truck door. “Come on, Jud. Get out. You can’t drive under the influence of two quarts of whiskey.”
“I know that,” he said, stepping down to the road. He staggered a little, then caught his balance. “I’m an officer of the Austin police department. I wouldn’t drive drunk, even in this redneck refuge.”
She gritted her teeth against the insult. “You can’t just park here until you’re sober, either. Who knows what could happen?” Why she even cared was a question Miranda couldn’t answer. She and Jud had squabbled and snapped and sniped at each other the entire twelve years they’d been in school together. The most humiliating moments of her adolescence had Jud Ritter’s name attached.
“Nothing’s gonna happen.” He looked at her, his brown gaze as guileless as a little boy’s. “I’m not bothering anybody as long as I’m parked on public property. I’ll spend the night under the stars, like a good cowboy should. Come morning, I’ll take my hangover and head back to Austin.”
Leaving the driver’s door open, he sauntered to the back of his truck, let down the tailgate and hitched himself up to sit on the edge. Miranda reached into the cab and took the keys out of the ignition, guaranteeing he wouldn’t be going anywhere till she decided he could. She’d give them back in the morning when he’d be suffering, but sober.
“Have a seat,” Jud said. “It’ll be a nice sunset in just a little while.”
Maybe if she humored him, he’d agree to let her drive him to Homestead’s only motel to sleep off the booze. Or she could take him home, dump him on the bed in the guest room. Her mom wouldn’t mind—she’d always had a soft spot in her heart for handsome, arrogant, uncontrollable Jud Ritter.
Still regretting the absence of comfortable clothes, Miranda shrugged out of her suit jacket and stowed it—along with Jud’s keys—in her truck.
“Aw, don’t go away,” Jud called. “We could have our own class reunion.”
“We didn’t graduate together,” she said, walking toward him. “I got held back twice, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. Well, we’re both graduates.” He toasted her with the bottle. “To dear old Homestead High.” Another swig. “So I hear you’re going to save the town single-handed. Like the Lone Ranger.”
She hitched herself onto the tailgate beside him, then took a second to pull her skirt down as far as it would go. “Not single-handed, but I’ve got a plan that could bring people and opportunities back to Homestead.”
“Some kind of land swap?” He was drinking steadily, and she almost wished she could join him, relax a little. Jud had always made her nervous. He’d been everything she wasn’t—handsome as sin, with the physical grace of an athlete and the charisma of a politician. An encounter with Jud in the school hallway had usually left her feeling as stupid and confused as most people thought she was.
She took a deep breath. “A giveaway, actually. People must agree to build on the property, or renovate an existing building, live there for a year, and then they can sell it or continue in residence as the owner.”
“Where do you get the giveaway land?”
That was the touchy part. Miranda swallowed hard. “When the K Bar C Ranch went bust, the county seized the property for back taxes.”
Jud chuckled. “So that’s why my dad is so pissed about you running for mayor. He merged his ranch into that K Bar C investment deal. Now he’s lost the family plot, so to speak.”
“I know.”
“Considering the Ritters have held that land for over a hundred years…” He shook his head. “I think that’s one vote you won’t be getting.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Nah. I gave up any right to the Ritter legacy when I left home. They’re right—I don’t belong here. Thank God.”
He didn’t say anything else for quite a while. The sun dropped behind the hills around them, bringing a quick, cool twilight. Stars popped out one by one, white sparks in a purple Texas sky.
“See, I told you it would be a nice night.” Jud chugged from his whiskey bottle, then let himself fall back in the truck bed. “Great for stargazing. You ever go stargazing, Ms. Mayor?”
“I live on a ranch,” she said without thinking. “I see the stars all the time.”
“No, I mean real stargazing.” His grin was white in the near darkness. “With a guy.”
She felt her cheeks flush with heat. “Not recently.”
“Ever?”
“None of your business.” She scooted forward on the tailgate. “I’m going home.”
Strong fingers closed around her wrist. “Aw, come on.” He pulled backward, but she resisted. “I’m not talking about anything besides watching the sky.”
“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Most of ’em,” he said, and took another swig.
But never to her. Miranda figured she was the only female in Homestead anywhere near his age that Jud Ritter hadn’t gone out with. He’d asked once, or so she’d thought at the time. What a travesty that had turned out to be.
“Relax,” Jud said, his voice now definitely slurred. “Lie back and look at the sky.” He tugged on her wrist again.
Miranda flattened out on the truck bed, feeling every ridge in the liner on her back. “This isn’t a very comfortable place to watch the sky.”
