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A Callahan Wedding
Tina Leonard
“Holy Smokes. I'm A Father.”Sabrina McKinley broke Jonas’s heart when she left him for another man. Then the eldest Callahan brother gets the surprise of his life when he sees her again…holding his son. Even at six months, his bouncing baby boy was wearing the legendary Callahan smile!Which means Sabrina has got to marry him, even if Jonas has to drag her to the altar. Sabrina’s been head over heels for the hunky cowboy doctor since the day she first came to Rancho Diablo, but it’s always been Jonas keeping her at arm’s length.She won’t settle for anything less than the real deal—the love and happiness that Jonas’s five brothers have found. But when a revelation about a family secret comes out, Sabrina can see Jonas is ready to look toward the future. He won’t be the last bachelor on the ranch. After all, he’s a Callahan!
“Holy smokes. I’m a father.”
Sabrina McKinley broke Jonas’s heart when she left him for another man. Then the eldest Callahan brother gets the surprise of his life when he sees her again…holding his son. Even at six months, his bouncing baby boy was wearing the legendary Callahan smile!
Which means Sabrina has got to marry him, even if Jonas has to drag her to the altar.
Sabrina’s been head over heels for the hunky cowboy doctor since the day she first came to Rancho Diablo; it’s always been Jonas keeping her at arm’s length. She won’t settle for anything less than the real deal—the love and happiness that Jonas’s five brothers have found.
But when a revelation about a family secret comes out, Sabrina can see Jonas is ready to look toward the future. He won’t be the last bachelor on the ranch. After all, he’s a Callahan!
“Is this my son, Sabrina?”
So this was how it was going to be. She hadn’t planned to tell him on a beautiful, sunny May day in front of the hometown crowd, but he’d asked. “Yes. Joe is your son.”
Jonas studied the baby, and Joe seemed to study him in return. “I assume my name is listed as the father on the birth certificate?”
“Yes, it is. Of course it is.” Sabrina took Joe back from his father, who seemed reluctant to part with his newfound son. “We have an appointment, Jonas. I’m sorry.”
“What kind of appointment?”
“Six-month checkup and shots.”
“I feel I should be there.”
Sabrina stopped and looked up at the tall, handsome man whom she’d once loved with all her heart.
“I’m not trying to butt into your life, Sabrina. When Joe sees the doctor, I want to be there. Every time.”
“Fine. You can hold him when he cries.”
“He won’t cry. He’s a Callahan.”
Dear Reader,
Jonas Callahan doesn’t settle down easily! None of the brothers have, but Jonas is determined that he’s meant to walk alone in life. Until he finds out that his longtime love is carrying his child—not another man’s—and Jonas’s world is forever changed. In the painted canyons of Diablo, New Mexico, Jonas is going to have to allow the magic that has swept the other brothers to finally find him. It’s up to Jonas to change his own destiny and be the husband, father and Callahan he’s meant to be. Fortunately, Sabrina McKinley is more than up to the challenge—this stubborn cowboy doctor is her dream come true!
I hope you’ve enjoyed this series. My editor and I spent many hours putting it together. It was so much fun writing about these wily brothers and their cagey counterparts—not to mention their crafty Aunt Fiona. Family is fun and magical in its own right, and though it takes the brothers some time to find their own true loves and families, the magic of Rancho Diablo eventually tames them all. It’s my heartfelt wish that some of that special magic finds its way into your life, and as the Callahan cowboys ride into the New Mexico sunset, here’s hoping they leave you with many smiles and much happiness.
Best wishes always,
Tina Leonard
www.tinaleonard.com
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A Callahan Wedding
Tina Leonard
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tina Leonard is a bestselling author of more than forty projects, including a popular thirteen-book miniseries for Harlequin American Romance. Her books have made the Waldenbooks, Ingram and Nielsen BookScan bestseller lists. Tina feels she has been blessed with a fertile imagination and quick typing skills, excellent editors and a family who loves her career. Born on a military base, she lived in many states before eventually marrying the boy who did her crayon printing for her in the first grade. Tina believes happy endings are a wonderful part of a good life. You can visit her at www.tinaleonard.com.
The Callahan Cowboys series has been so much fun to write! I have enjoyed every minute of these brothers’ adventures, and for those moments of joy I must shower my gratitude on the following people: my editor, Kathleen Scheibling; all copy editors and other gurus of magic at Harlequin who are responsible for making my books the best they can be; my children, Lisa and Dean; my husband, Tim; agent Laura Bradford for negotiating this contract; and most of all, the readers who have loyally supported my work all these many years. Thank you so much.
Contents
Chapter One (#u49dc9b79-0cca-5377-800a-22737da967f6)
Chapter Two (#u1f9574ca-500d-57a9-bb2e-e31248c58975)
Chapter Three (#ue6a0db7b-a4ba-5664-88ee-a1b2adadda74)
Chapter Four (#u93d18528-61ca-5c3b-8f04-381e3231dc5d)
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 Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
“Jonas is an old soul.”
—Molly Cavanaugh Callahan, observing her
toddler as he tried to read the newspaper one day,
imitating his father, Jeremiah.
Jonas Callahan realized at once that the music he heard on the breeze was the lilting strains of a wedding march, beautifully played as always by the town of Diablo’s string quartet.
It had to come from Sam’s wedding. Though Sam had already married Seton McKinley once, they’d probably decided to make the leap from marriage-by-design to marriage-by-dream-come-true. Sam was sentimental like that. Oh, Jonas’s loony lawyer brother would claim he was a hard-boiled realist, but Sam was the biggest, cheesiest romantic of the entire Callahan clan. And a May wedding at Rancho Diablo was probably a dream come true—if one had romantic tendencies like that. Sam did. Jonas didn’t.
He dared not intrude on the magical moment between his brother and Seton. Jonas knew full well how Sam had longed for her—as Jonas did for her sister, Sabrina.
While it was hopeless for him, Sam looked to be making everything happen for himself. Jonas was happy for his youngest brother, thrilled, in fact.
So Jonas stood near the English-style house with seven chimneys, where no one could see that he had come home to Rancho Diablo—and that he’d brought with him a visitor of the female variety.
“It’s a wedding!” Chelsea Myers exclaimed. “I wouldn’t mind getting married here—this place is gorgeous. Did you know there was a wedding today, Jonas?”
He shook his head. “I haven’t been keeping in touch with my brothers as much as I should have. I sent an occasional email to let them know I didn’t find our aunt and uncle, but that was about it.”
Jonas craned his neck to see who was at the altar. It was Sam! For a man who’d run as hard as Sam had from the bonds of matrimony, he’d gone down like a sleepy baby when he’d met the right woman.
I’m too logical and practical to be led around by my heart. I intend to make my decision on cold, hard facts. Are we compatible? Does my future wife understand that I need an assistant in my life? I don’t want romance and fairy tales and magic wedding gowns that can’t possibly be magic. Sabrina and her load of clairvoyant, out-of-this-world supernatural charm.
Hooey!
Jonas, too, had met the woman he had once hoped might be the “right” one—but Sabrina McKinley had fallen for someone else. To say that his heart had broken upon learning that she was pregnant with another man’s child would be grossly understating his devastation.
He’d had no option but to hightail it away from Rancho Diablo. He’d headed to Ireland on the flimsy excuse that he was going to locate their aunt Fiona and uncle Burke. When Jonas couldn’t find them—it seemed they’d gotten a traveling yen and gone off on the extended cruise of their dreams—he’d hung around Ireland to take in the sights.
And then he’d met Chelsea Myers, a calm, steady redhead nothing like Sabrina McKinley—except for the flaming hair. Jonas had told himself she would make a suitable surgeon’s wife. Moreover, she wasn’t opposed to leaving Ireland and seeing America.
So, realizing that with Sam off the market, he’d be the only brother at Rancho Diablo who hadn’t succumbed to Aunt Fiona’s Secret Plan to get them all married with families, Jonas had surveyed his life goals. Now, he thought marriage might dovetail with his desire to not be the leftover Callahan, hankering after a woman who had borne another man’s child.
What else could a guy with a broken heart do?
* * *
AFTER THE I DO’S WERE SAID and the champagne was flowing, Jonas stepped forward with Chelsea to join his brothers and congratulate Sam and Seton for finally doing things right this time.
“Jonas!” he heard over and over, glad cries of astonished welcome ringing in his ears. A burn of embarrassment crawled up the back of his neck. Sam’s and Seton’s big day was suddenly turning into a welcome home party for him.
“Brother,” Sam said, hugging him and pounding him on the back. “Welcome home!”
“Congratulations, Sam. You’ve married a great gal. Again.”
Seton threw her arms around Jonas and kissed him on the cheek like a long-lost brother. “You were gone too long! What a nice wedding gift to have you back!”
He suddenly realized he was staring at the maid of honor and the reason he’d left town: Sabrina. No longer pregnant, of course—he estimated her baby would be about six months old—Sabrina was dressed in a beautiful long, strapless, turquoise-blue dress that complemented her petite frame. Her burnished red hair was styled in a pretty updo, and her big eyes sparkled at him before her eyelids lowered.
Everything hit him all at once, a hard smack to the chest: He had never gotten over Sabrina. He was madly in love with her. And no matter how long he stayed away, no matter how many countries he traveled to, she was always going to be the one woman who set his soul on fire.
“Hi, Jonas,” she said, and he felt himself melting at her feet.
“Hello, Sabrina. You look…nice.” He’d started to say beautiful, but awkwardly stopped himself in time. “Congratulations, Seton, Sam.”
“You ol’ dog,” Sam said. “We thought you were going to turn out to be the most footloose one of us all, going off like that. It’s about time you came home!”
Jonas cleared his throat, knowing the moment had come. “I’d like everyone to meet my fiancée, Chelsea Myers.”
For ten feet around him, it got so silent not even a grain of dirt shifted underfoot, or so Jonas’s imagination feverishly claimed. He saw a flare of surprise in Sabrina’s eyes that she quickly masked.
The moment was more painful than pleasant. Definitely not the self-serving, face-saving moment he’d hoped for.
It occurred to him belatedly that he wasn’t as good at plotting as his aunt Fiona was, because at the moment, he felt anything but happy. Looking at Sabrina, he was pretty certain he’d made an error of epic proportions.
“Hi, Chelsea,” Seton said. “Welcome to Rancho Diablo.”
Sabrina moved forward to shake Chelsea’s hand, but her aunt Corinne stepped in front of her, placing a baby in Sabrina’s arms.
“I don’t know why Joe’s fussy,” Corinne said, her voice merry. “Must want his mother.”
The baby wasn’t fussing. Jonas didn’t think he’d ever seen a happier child. The infant had chubby cheeks, big blue eyes, a shock of black hair and a generous mouth that seemed to smile at everyone. Jonas chuckled. People said that babies smiled when they had gas, but this one just looked content. In fact, he’d seen a similar goofy, delighted smile on a baby before. Sam had grinned like that when he was an infant. Jonas remembered it clearly, because he’d been so shocked when a new baby appeared on the ranch after their parents had “gone to heaven.”
Jonas had been old enough to know that a baby shouldn’t come after parents died. Nevertheless, Sam had arrived one day, carried into the house by Fiona. The new baby had been the happiest kid on the planet. He’d smiled all the time, and the five brothers had been quite taken by what Fiona announced was their new brother.
Jonas found himself smiling back at Sabrina’s happy baby in spite of himself—and then, like a lightning bolt sent from above, his brain cleared.
That was a Callahan smile. Those were Callahan navy-blue eyes. That was the black-as-night Callahan hair.
He looked at Sabrina, who was watching him with wide eyes. He glanced at Sam, then at Seton, then at his brother Rafe, who was playing best man. They all stared back at him in silence, and the curtain lifted on his self-denial.
This was his child.
The realization staggered him.
He had a son. A beautiful son. Jonas swallowed hard.
He couldn’t help himself; he reached out to take the baby. The child came to him willingly, and Jonas felt unbidden tears jump into his eyes.
Holy smokes. I’m a father.
“What’s his name?” he asked.
“I call him little Joe,” Sabrina answered.
