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Falling For The Single Mom
Mia Ross
Her Country BoyBig-city veterinarian Heather Fitzgerald didn’t plan on having kids…until her niece is orphaned one tragic night. Soon she's trading in her ambitious life for a small-town animal rescue. Heather didn't expect to fall for tiny Oaks Crossing…or its most charming bachelor farmer.But when Josh Kinley saves her niece from a near-tragic accident, he becomes more than her hero. Josh never thought he’d fall in love again—and most assuredly not with another city woman. But he can't resist the two adorable Fitzgerald females. Now if Josh can only convince Heather to put down roots and make a home with him…
Her Country Boy
Big-city veterinarian Heather Fitzgerald didn’t plan on having kids...until her niece is orphaned one tragic night. Soon she’s trading in her ambitious life for a small-town animal rescue. Heather didn’t expect to fall for tiny Oaks Crossing...or its most charming bachelor farmer. But when Josh Kinley saves her niece from a near-tragic accident, he becomes more than her hero. Josh never thought he’d fall in love again—and most assuredly not with another city woman. But he can’t resist the two adorable Fitzgerald females. Now if Josh can only convince Heather to put down roots and make a home with him...
One thing was missing.
“Hey, you.” As if he’d heard her thoughts, Josh appeared.
“I thought you’d ditched me.”
“Not hardly,” he drawled with a lazy grin. “Been arranging a horse for your niece.”
Heather smiled. “How do you always have a solution to my problems?”
“A knack for being in the right place at the right time, I guess.”
And for stepping up to do more than any girl had a right to expect, she thought.
That’s when she realized she could be in trouble with this country boy. She’d always been too independent to lean on someone, too afraid they’d leave.
Would Josh?
“That’s a serious face,” he teased, ticking her nose. “What’s going on in that pretty head?”
“Just thinking. You know, guys usually tell me I’m too much work. Why don’t you feel that way?”
She held her breath to hear his reply.
“Some things are worth the effort. And—” he pulled down his hat in a rakish pose “—there’s nothing I like more than a good challenge.”
MIA ROSS loves great stories. She enjoys reading about fascinating people, long-ago times and exotic places. But only for a little while, because her reality is pretty sweet. Married to her college sweetheart, she’s the proud mom of two amazing kids, whose schedules keep her hopping. Busy as she is, she can’t imagine trading her life for anyone else’s—and she has a pretty good imagination. You can visit her online at miaross.com (http://www.miaross.com).
Falling For The Single Mom
Mia Ross
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
We live by believing, not by seeing.
—2 Corinthians 5:7
For all the kind, compassionate people
who care for the animals we love.
Acknowledgments
Grateful to the very talented folks who help me
make my books everything they can be:
Melissa Endlich, Giselle Regus and
the dedicated staff at Love Inspired.
More thanks to the gang at Seekerville,
www.seekerville.net (http://www.seekerville.net), a great place to hang out with readers—and writers.
I’ve been blessed with a wonderful network of
supportive, encouraging family and friends.
You inspire me every day!
Contents
Cover (#u9b9fd4c6-e5db-5fab-8cc0-6d50471b95e1)
Back Cover Text (#u32f308f0-8cdf-5b18-ae8f-7c8ac1f213d0)
Introduction (#u29b626c8-2485-5a25-b106-02de5bc5dddc)
Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#u482a1613-10f9-5b8a-85f5-690a5f9753e3)
Title Page (#uf0c1524b-35ea-5c05-b628-2906f6198f93)
Bible Verse (#u852c8e89-580b-50ad-82a7-925c23e222e3)
Dedication (#uc034c86e-4f7d-537d-8793-29da646c7a0f)
Acknowledgments (#ud7a53ef7-71e9-5ed2-af0f-930e8e7e4f5b)
Chapter One (#u463e1861-1c5c-5389-bd52-d7c5239f5ea4)
Chapter Two (#ubf11bd9c-352e-551b-a024-85ac259f19e8)
Chapter Three (#u504e0bf5-fd21-5bb2-b728-e57421aa9d01)
Chapter Four (#u3933579b-54fc-5f8b-896a-69c72f830fa5)
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Chapter One (#u6134e45e-428e-53ea-b74e-d9bdb569173d)
This was not happening.
Unclenching her teeth, Heather Fitzgerald called up the sweet smile that had gotten her out of so many scrapes in the past. “But you don’t understand. All this—” she motioned at the large moving truck “—wasn’t supposed to be here until Wednesday. This is Monday.”
“Lady, you’re the one who don’t understand,” the driver retorted in a manner that clearly announced he couldn’t have cared any less. “I start in Cincy, then make a loop around four different states before I head back home. Sometimes it takes me a week, sometimes more’n that. This time, it took less, and I’m here now. If you want your load delivered later, I should be coming through here again in two or three weeks. But it’ll cost you to store this stuff at our facility till then, and I can’t make you any promises about when it’ll actually show up.”
After four years in college and four more slaving away day and night to get her veterinary degree, Heather had become adept at scheduling her life to the nth degree and keeping everything on track. It was midway through April, and the past few months had wreaked havoc with her normally precise planning. Somehow, using grit and bullish determination, she’d managed to squeak through with her sanity intact. Most of it, anyway.
So, because she was desperate, she decided it was time to try a different tactic. While she was far from the helpless female he obviously assumed her to be, she figured it couldn’t hurt to appeal to his male pride. Pulling out her phone, she called up her ace in the hole.
“I hate to be a pest about this, but I really can’t let these things be shuttled off to who-knows-where. My niece—” she showed him a picture of five-year-old Bailey “—has been living out of her suitcase since we arrived in town this past weekend. She became an orphan recently, and it’s very important that she feels at home here as soon as possible.”
“I’ve heard every story in the book,” he grumbled, but he gave the screen a cursory glance before frowning. “I think you’re yanking my chain about her being your niece. She looks just like you.”
“Of course she does,” Heather snapped, dangerously close to being out of patience. “Her father was my brother.”
She could tell by the softening of his features that he was beginning to waver. Rubbing his neck, he said, “I’d like to help you, but I got other people’s things on here, too, y’know.”
“Come on, man” came a mellow drawl from behind her. “Give the lady a break.”
Turning, she found herself nose-to-chest with a dark green T-shirt sporting an embroidered running horse over script that read Gallimore Stables—Oaks Crossing, Kentucky. As her gaze traveled upward, it connected with the bluest pair of eyes she’d ever seen in her life. Set in a tanned face that showed evidence of plenty of outdoor time, they crinkled when her rescuer smiled and held out a large hand covered in scars. “You must be Dr. Fitzgerald. I’m Josh Kinley, your new boss’s little brother.”
He was hardly little, she thought. Well over six feet tall, he had the rangy build of someone who spent his days working hard. Wearing a wide-open expression and a quick smile, he was nothing like the pale, stressed-out men she’d spent most of the last few years with. Then again, they’d all been studying their brains out, just like her. “I wasn’t expecting a welcoming committee, but it’s nice to meet you.”
“Same here. The rescue center’s been without a bona fide vet for over a year now. We’re all real glad you accepted Erin’s offer to come down here.”
“It’s a great situation for me, too. Especially since it included an apartment.” Sure, it was above a pet supply store called Pampered Paws, but it had two bedrooms and would have come furnished if she hadn’t had her own furniture. That reminded her of her current predicament, and she cast a look over her shoulder at her neatly labeled boxes, sitting just out of reach in the back of the truck. So close, and yet so far—that seemed to be the story of her life these days. “For now, I have to figure out how to get our stuff unloaded so this man can leave on time.”
“I might be able to help you with that.”
“How? Some of that furniture is pretty heavy.”
“No doubt.” Giving her a you-can-count-on-me grin, he sauntered over to where the driver was standing with his hands in his pockets. “So, where’d you start out this morning?”
“Louisville. Why?”
“That’s a ways from here. You’ll find the best breakfast in three counties at the Oaks Café,” Josh replied smoothly, nodding toward the restaurant next door. “Give us half an hour, and your meal’s on me.”
“Well...” Thinking it over, the mover scratched his thumb over his chin. “Okay. Thanks.”
“You help me, I help you,” Josh told him with a grin. “That’s how we do things around here.”
Exactly why she’d taken this job, Heather mused as the driver waved on his way into the diner. Her job at a prestigious Detroit clinic had been a dream come true, but Bailey had been raised in a small town and hadn’t adjusted well to the culture shock of living in such an urban area. Although she hated to give up what she’d worked so hard to achieve, Heather instinctively knew that her niece would do best in the kind of environment she was accustomed to, surrounded by good, honest people who not only knew their neighbors but cared about what happened to them and their children.
It was the kind of childhood she and Craig had enjoyed. Thinking of her older brother still made her sad. As much as she missed him, she couldn’t begin to imagine how hard it was for Bailey, who’d lost her mother so young, he was the only parent she remembered having.
“Are you okay?” Josh asked, his brow creasing in a frown.
Oh, he was a sweetheart, this tall country boy with the rugged good looks. If she hadn’t been totally consumed with learning how to be a single parent and settling into her new position, he was exactly the kind of guy she could have gone for in a major way. But life was what it was, and Heather had no intention of allowing herself to get waylaid by distractions, no matter how hunky they might be.
“I’m just trying to figure out what you have in mind,” she said. “I’m no expert, but it seems to me that half an hour isn’t going to make much difference here.”
“Well, now, that’s where you’re wrong.” Flashing her a mischievous grin, he strolled into the same diner he’d just sent the driver to. A couple of minutes later, he came out with a tall, dark-haired man who looked less than friendly. In fact, he made Heather think of a grizzly bear.
“Heather Fitzgerald,” Josh began, motioning from her to his friend, “this is Cam Stewart. Erin’s husband and all-around muscle.”
Cam made a disparaging noise but shook her hand gently enough. “Welcome to Oaks Crossing. How are things going so far?”
“Fine, but our stuff arrived here earlier than I expected, and the movers I originally scheduled for Wednesday are busy with other customers and can’t get here until this afternoon. At the earliest,” she added wryly.
“You hired movers?” Josh laughed. “What for?”
Mild as it was, the mocking didn’t help her mood the slightest bit, and she bit her tongue to keep her simmering temper in check. “Erin said she’d try to find me some help, but I haven’t heard back from her yet.”
“I got nothing better to do just now.” Looking at Cam, he grinned. “Gimme a hand?”
“Why not? It’ll save me from mopping up the gallon of ketchup my new waitress just spilled in the storeroom.”
“Good deal. Heather, can you work the door for us?”
And just like that, she had all the help she could ask for. “The boxes are labeled. Would it be too much trouble for you guys to put them in the right rooms?”
“No trouble at all,” Josh assured her. That got him a menacing look from his friend before Cam hauled himself into the back of the moving truck. “Don’t mind him. His bark is worse than his bite.”
Punctuated by a broad wink, the old cliché made her difficult morning a little easier to take. “Did you just make a veterinarian joke?”
“That depends. Did you like it?”
His playful expression made her think of a big puppy whose only goal in life is to make everyone he comes across love him. At twenty-six, she’d spent many years with serious students determined to do everything in their power to make themselves successful. At the time, she’d assumed those days would be the most difficult she’d have to endure for a long time to come. But now, they paled in comparison to losing her only sibling and becoming an instant parent to a grieving child.
Despite what he’d told her, she recognized that Josh was going out of his way to lighten her mood, and she didn’t want him to think she was standoffish. On the other hand, she didn’t want to mislead him, either. Aside from being a nice guy, he was her boss’s brother. She was keenly aware that her current employment situation was tenuous at best, and she couldn’t afford to have any misunderstandings between them.
