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Texas Lullaby
Tina Leonard
Instant Daddy? Gabriel Morgan has been lured home to Union Junction, Texas, by a father who claims he's not trying to match his ornery son with a ready-made family. Gabriel has his commitment radar up–so when he lays eyes on the widow Laura Adams and her sweet children, he's not prepared for visions of baby booties dancing in his head! Laura finds it absolutely irresistible that Gabriel has fallen for her little girl and baby boy.But his "proposal" to marry her and take care of them all for one year smells too much like convenience–and not enough like the love she's looking for. Does being a good mother mean putting her children first? What Laura doesn't know yet is that her kids aren't the only ones Gabriel's falling for….
“So you’ve done what your father asked of you.
“You’ve watched out for me, employed my dad. You can go on with your life now and not worry about me.”
“It’s not that easy,” Gabriel said with reluctance. “Your kids have gotten under my skin.”
Laura looked at him. “What do you mean?”
“See, this is the part I wasn’t expecting,” he said, realizing all of a sudden what he hadn’t been able to put into words before. “I didn’t expect to find myself caring about your children.”
Her face was a blank he couldn’t read. Gabriel knew he had headed into deep water, and there was no going back to shore. “It’s okay,” he said, steeling his heart. “I just find myself thinking about them…and even if I wanted to leave town, I don’t think I could leave them.”
Dear Reader,
We hope you already know that Harlequin American Romance publishes heartwarming stories about the comforts of home and the joys of family. To celebrate our 25th year, we’re pleased to present a special miniseries that sings the praises of the home state of six different authors, and shares the many trials and delights of being a parent.
Welcome to the first book in our THE STATE OF PARENTHOOD miniseries, Texas Lullaby. Tina Leonard lives in Texas and has written an irresistible story about a man who reluctantly returns to his family ranch, and falls in love with a young widow and her two adorable children. While he’s trying to win over a potential wife, he truly learns what it means to be a father!
Watch for five more books in the series, coming out one per month. In July, Lynnette Kent tells the story of a woman who is reunited with a former teacher—and former crush—who is now a widower with a young son. The Smoky Mountains of North Carolina set a magical backdrop to this touching romancein Smoky Mountain Reunion. Watch for more stories by authors Cathy McDavid, Tanya Michaels, Margot Early and Laura Marie Altom.
We hope these romantic stories inspire you to celebrate where you live—because any place you raise a child is home.
Wishing you happy reading,
Kathleen Scheibling
Senior Editor
Harlequin American Romance
Tina Leonard
Texas Lullaby
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tina Leonard loves to laugh, which is one of the many reasons she loves writing Harlequin American Romance books. In another lifetime, Tina thought she would be single and an East Coast fashion buyer forever. The unexpected happened when Tina met Tim again after many years—she hadn’t seen him since they’d attended school together from first through eighth grade. They married, and now Tina keeps a close eye on her school-age children’s friends! Lisa and Dean keep their mother busy with soccer, gymnastics and horseback riding. They are proud of their mom’s “kissy books” and eagerly help her any way they can. Tina hopes that readers will enjoy the love of family she writes about in her books. A reviewer once wrote, “Leonard had a wonderful sense of the ridiculous,” which Tina loved so much she wants it for her epitaph. Right now, however, she’s focusing on her wonderful life and writing a lot more romance! You can visit her at www.tinaleonard.com.
To my sister, Kimmie, who is simply my star,
and Lisa and Dean-O, my best friends,
and Kathleen Scheibling, who believes in my work,
and my gal pals, who are always there for me.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
What doesn’t kill a man makes him stronger
—Josiah Morgan’s parting advice to his teenage sons when they walked out of his life.
The four Morgan brothers shared an unspoken belief, if nothing else: stubbornness equaled strength. A man who didn’t have “stubborn” etched into his bones hadn’t yet grown into big boots.
Some people used the word jackasses to describe the family of four brothers, but the Morgans preferred to think of themselves as independent loners. It was common for them to be approached by women who wanted to relieve their “loneliness.” The Morgans had no problem breaking with their routine for beautiful women bent on their relief.
Fortunately, most people in Union Junction, Texas, understood that a solitary way of life was a good thing, if it was lived by choice. The Morgan brothers were moving to the area not by choice, but for two different reasons. The first was continued solitude, which had been confirmed by some family acquaintances, the Jeffersons. Men after their own heart, the Jeffersons weren’t loners, but they hadn’t exactly been hanging out in bars every night sobbing about their sad lives before they’d all found the religion of love. They appreciated the need to be left the hell alone.
Yet the need for peace and quiet was just a cover for the real reason Gabriel Morgan had come home. This was about money. He stared at the two-story sprawling farmhouse set amongst native pecan trees and shouldered by farmland. For this house, this land, the Morgans were called to relocate to the Morgan Ranch near Union Junction. The first thing the brothers had all agreed on in years was that none of them was too happy about finding themselves the keeper of a large ranch. Five thousand acres as well as livestock—what the hell were they supposed to do with it? This was Pop’s place. Light-footed Pop and his far-flung dreams, buying houses and land like he was buying up parts of earth to keep him alive and vital.
Pop was the true jackass.
Selling the ranch had been the first thing on Gabriel’s mind, and he was pretty certain his brothers had the same idea. But no, Pop was too wily for that. Knowing full well his four sons weren’t close, he’d come up with a brilliant plan to stick them all under one roof on acres and acres of loneliness where no one could witness the fireworks.
Pop was in Europe right now, in a new stone castle he’d bought in Pzenas, no doubt laughing his ass off at what he’d wrought. Oh, he couldn’t buy just any old French countryside farmhouse—he’d bought an eighteen hundred Templar’s commandery for a cool four million. It wasn’t in the best of shape but just his style, he’d told his sons in the letters they’d each received outlining his wishes. Three floors, ten bedrooms, eight baths, plenty of room should they all ever decide to visit. It even had its own chapel, and he’d be in that chapel praying for them every day.
Gabriel doubted the prayers would help. Pop would be praying for family harmony, and truthfully, some growth in the family tree, some tiny feet to run on the floors of the stone castle, sweet angelic voices to learn how to say Grandpop in French. Grand-père.
Like hell. Family expansion wasn’t on Gabriel’s mind. He was looking for peace and quiet in this rural town, and he was going to get it. He’d live in the house just as his father had decreed, for the year he’d specified, take his part of the bribe money—money was always involved with Pop—and leave no different than he was today. Except he’d be a million dollars richer.
Easy pickings.
Gabriel would take the money. As for the unspoken part of the deal…. The pleasure of putting one over on his father, spitting in his eye, so to speak, would be a roundabout kick from one jackass to another. Pop hadn’t said his sons had to be close-bonded Templar knights; he’d just stated they had to live in the house for a year. Like a family.
He could do that—if for no other reason than to show the old man he hadn’t fazed Gabriel in the least.
“Hi!”
He turned to see a woman waving to him from a car window. She parked, got out and handed him a freshly baked cherry pie.
“Welcome to Union Junction, stranger.” Her blue eyes gleamed at him; her blond hair swung in a braid. “My name’s Mimi Jefferson. I’m from the Double M ranch, once known as Malfunction Junction. I’m Mason’s wife. And also the sheriff.”
“Hello, Mimi.” He’d met Mason months ago through Pop’s business dealings, and Mason’s wonderful wife had often been mentioned. “Thanks for the pie.”
“No problem.” She glanced at the farmhouse. “So what do you think of it? Hasn’t changed much since you were last here.”
Pop had made some additions to the house, rendering it more sprawling than Gabriel thought necessary. He’d added more acreage, too, but that was his dad’s agenda. Always the grand visionary. “I haven’t been inside.”
She smiled. “It needs work.”
That he could see from the outside. “I noticed.”
“Should keep you real busy.”
He nodded. “Seems that was my dad’s plan.”
She laughed. “Your father fit in real well here in Union Junction. I’m sure you will, too.”
He didn’t need to, wouldn’t be here long enough to put down deep roots.
“By the way, I believe the ladies will be stopping by with some other goodies. We figured your dad left the fridge pretty empty when he went to France.”
“The ladies?”
“You’ll see.” With a cryptic smile, she got into the truck. “I’ll tell Mason you’ll be by to see him when you’ve settled in.”
That meant it was time to head into the old hacienda of dread and bar the door. He had no desire to be the target of gray-haired, well-meaning church ladies toting fried chicken. “Thanks again for the pie.”
She waved at him and drove off. Gabriel dug into his pocket for the key marked Number Four—he supposed that was because he was the fourth son or maybe because his father had four keys made—and headed toward the wraparound porch. It groaned under his weight, protesting his presence.
Then he heard a sound, like the growing din of a schoolyard at recess. As a code breaker for the Marines, he was tuned to hear the slightest bit of noise, and could even decipher murmured language. But what assaulted his ears wasn’t trying to be secretive in any way. He watched as ten vehicles pulled into the graveled drive. His jaw tensed as approximately twenty women and children hopped out of the cars and trucks, each bearing a sack. Not just a covered dish or salad bowl, but a bag, clearly destined for him.
He was going to go crazy—and get fat in the process.
“We’re the welcoming committee.” A pretty blonde smiled at him as she approached the porch. “Don’t be scared.”
She’d nailed his emotion.
“I’m Laura Adams,” she said. “These ladies—most of us—are from the hair salon, bakery, et cetera, in town. We formed the Union Junction Welcoming Committee some time ago after we received such a warm greeting when we arrived in this town. Many of us weren’t raised in Union Junction. Our turn to do a good deed, you might say.”
Except he didn’t want the deed done to him. She smelled nice, though. Her voice was soft and pleasant and he liked the delicate frosting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Big blue eyes gazed at him with a warmth he couldn’t return at the moment.
The porch shook under his feet with the sound of more approaching women. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Laura, for reasons he couldn’t quite explain to himself. She opened her pretty pink lips to say more, introduce all her gift-bearing friends, when suddenly something wrapped itself around his thigh.
Glancing down, he saw a tiny towhead comfortably smiling up at him. “Daddy,” she said, hugging his leg for all she was worth. “Daddy.”
For the first time in his life, including the time he’d temporarily lost part of his hearing from an underwater mine explosion near a sub he’d been monitoring, he felt panic. But the women laughed, and Laura didn’t seem embarrassed as she disengaged her daughter from his leg.
“Oh, sweetie, he might be a daddy, or he will be one day. Can you say Mr. Morgan?”
The child smiled at him beatifically, completely convinced that the world was a wonderful, happy place. “Morgan,” she said softly.
So he’d be Morgan, just like Pop. He could remember people yelling his father’s name, cursing his father’s name, cheering his father’s name. It was always something along the lines of either “Morgan, you jackass!” or “Morgan, you old dog!”
It didn’t feel as bad as he thought it might. Gabriel wondered where the child’s father was, and then decided it was none of his business. “I should invite you in,” he said reluctantly to the gathering at large, his gaze on Laura. He could tell by their instant smiles that being invited in was exactly what they wanted. “Too hot in June to keep ladies on the porch. We can all see the new place at the same time and make some introductions.”
“You haven’t been inside your home yet?” Laura asked. “Mimi said she thought you might have arrived later than you planned.”
“Tell me something,” he said as he worked at the lock on the front door. The lock obviously hadn’t been used in a long time and didn’t want to move. “I’d heard Union Junction was great for peace and quiet. Is this one of those places where everybody knows everybody’s business?”
That made everyone laugh. Not him—for Gabriel it was a serious question.
“Yes,” Laura said. “That’s one of the best parts of our town. Everyone cares about everybody.”
Great. The lock finally gave in to his impatient twisting of key Number Four and he swung the door open. The first thing he realized was how hot the house was—like an oven.
The smell was the next thing to register. Musty, unused, closed-up. The ladies peered around his shoulders to the dark interior.
“Girls, we’ve got our work cut out for us,” an older lady pronounced.
“That won’t be necessary,” Gabriel said as they brushed past him. Laura smiled at him, swinging her grocery sack to the opposite hip and taking her daughter’s hand in hers.
“It’s necessary,” she said. “They can clean this place so fast it’ll make your head spin. Besides, we’ve seen worse. Not much worse, of course. But your father’s been gone a long time. Almost six months.” She smiled kindly. “Frankly, we expected you a lot sooner.”
“I wasn’t in a hurry to get here.” Neither were any of his brothers. During their curt e-mail transmissions, exchanged since their father’s letter had been delivered to them, Dane had said he might swing by in January if he’d finished with his Texas Ranger duties by then, Pete said he might make it by February—depending upon the secret agent assignments he couldn’t discuss—and Jack hadn’t answered at all. Jack was the least likely of them all to give a damn about Pop, the ranch, or a million dollars.
His chicken brothers were making excuses, putting off the inevitable—except for Jack, who really was the wild card.
“Well, we’re glad you’re here now.” She didn’t seem to notice his grimness as she set her grocery sack on the counter. “Hope you like chicken, baby peas and rice.”
