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The Rancher's Christmas Song
RaeAnne Thayne
Keep a song in your heart this holiday season… Music teacher Ella Baker's plate is already full. But when single dad Beckett McKinley's wild twin boys need help preparing a Christmas song for their father, Ella agrees on one condition: they teach her to ride a horse. She's hoping that'll help mend her strained relationship with her rancher father; it certainly has nothing to do with the crush that's lingered since her one and only date with Beck.It isn't disinterest spurring Beck to keep his distance – if anything, the spark is too strong, with Ella reminding him of his ex-wife. Soon what started as an innocent arrangement is beginning to feel a lot like family. But with the holidays approaching, Beck and Ella will have to overcome past hurts if they want to keep each other warm this Christmas…
Keep a song in your heart this holiday season...
Music teacher Ella Baker’s plate is already full. But when single dad Beckett McKinley’s wild twin boys need help preparing a Christmas song for their father, Ella agrees on one condition: they teach her to ride a horse. She’s hoping that’ll help mend her strained relationship with her rancher father; it certainly has nothing to do with the crush that’s lingered since her one and only date with Beck.
It isn’t disinterest spurring Beck to keep his distance—if anything, the spark is too strong, with Ella reminding him of his ex-wife. Soon what started as an innocent arrangement is beginning to feel a lot like family. But with the holidays approaching, Beck and Ella will have to overcome past hurts if they want to keep each other warm this Christmas...
Praise for New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne
“Romance, vivid characters and a wonderful story; really, who could ask for more?”
—Debbie Macomber, No.1 New York Times bestselling author, on Blackberry Summer
“Entertaining, heart-wrenching, and totally involving, this multithreaded story overflows with characters readers will adore.”
—Library Journal
“This holiday-steeped romance overflows with family and wintry small-town appeal.”
—Library Journal on Snowfall on Haven Point
“A sometimes heartbreaking tale of love and relationships in a small Colorado town.... Poignant and sweet.”
—Publishers Weekly on Christmas in Snowflake Canyon
“This quirky, funny, warmhearted romance will draw readers in and keep them enthralled to the last romantic page.”
—Library Journal on Christmas in Snowflake Canyon
“RaeAnne Thayne is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors.... Once you start reading, you aren’t going to be able to stop.”
—Fresh Fiction
“RaeAnne has a knack for capturing those emotions that come from the heart.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Her engaging storytelling...will draw readers in from the very first page.”
—RT Book Reviews on Riverbend Road
The Rancher’s Christmas Song
RaeAnne Thayne
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
RAEANNE THAYNE finds inspiration in the beautiful northern-Utah mountains, where the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author lives with her husband and three children. Her books have won numerous honors, including RITA® Award nominations from Romance Writers of America and a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews. RaeAnne loves to hear from readers and can be contacted through her website, www.raeannethayne.com (http://www.raeannethayne.com).
To my dad, Elden Robinson,
who loved Westerns and cowboy music and who made the best popcorn west of the Mississippi.
I miss you more than words can say.
Contents
Cover (#u469dd8bb-13bd-5acd-ba9d-80ce7f914d8c)
Back Cover Text (#u92fb3d20-0b7c-576e-9180-8b0840a6aa7c)
Praise (#u78770249-6902-5875-99a2-0b0432e78b45)
Title Page (#uc8362dca-ad8f-5169-8f7e-462d6be518b6)
About the Author (#u06690cd3-bcf9-57cf-bc43-1238c218c66d)
Dedication (#u36199397-0604-50f3-9ba1-07344971f35d)
Chapter One (#u277d7fdf-a9e9-5b59-8532-4f9029ca40fa)
Chapter Two (#u1f5db542-2477-50c3-aea7-461601abbe0b)
Chapter Three (#ucf050487-ca6f-537e-9f38-526a290df6fd)
Chapter Four (#ud3bbbba8-4572-587c-aaf4-493738124b60)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One (#u83727562-b011-56e3-bc2a-1808e3c56726)
The twin terrors were at it again.
Ella Baker watched two seven-year-old tornadoes, otherwise known as Trevor and Colter McKinley, chase each other behind the stage curtains at the Pine Gulch Community Center.
In the half hour since they arrived at the community center with their father, they had spilled a water pitcher, knocked down a life-size cardboard Santa and broken three ornaments on the big Christmas tree in the corner.
Now they were racing around on the stage where tonight’s featured act was set to perform within the next half hour.
She would have to do something. As organizer and general show-runner of this fund-raising event for the school’s underfinanced music program, it was her responsibility to make sure everyone had a good time. People’s wallets tended to open a little wider when they were happy, comfortable and well fed. A gang of half-pint miscreants had the potential to ruin the evening for everyone.
She had tried to talk to them. As usual, the twins had offered her their angelic, gap-toothed smiles and had promised to behave, then moments later she saw them converge with four other boys to start playing this impromptu game of tag on the stage.
In order to tame these particular wild beasts, she was going to have to talk to someone in authority. She gave a last-ditch, desperate look around. As she had suspected, neither their uncle nor their great uncle was in sight. That left only one person who might have any chance of corralling these two little dynamos.
Their father.
Ella’s stomach quivered. She did not enjoy talking to Beck McKinley and avoided it as much as possible.
The man made her so ridiculously nervous. He always treated her with careful politeness, but she could never read the expression on his features. Every time she spoke with him—which was more often than she liked, considering his ranch was next door to her father’s—she always felt like she came out of the encounter sounding like a babbling fool.
Okay, yes. She was attracted to him, and had been since she moved back to Pine Gulch. What woman wouldn’t be? Big, tough, gorgeous, with a slow smile that could charm even the most hardened heart.
She didn’t want to be so drawn to him, especially when he hadn’t once shown a glimmer of interest in return. He made her feel like she was an awkward teenager back in private school in Boston, holding up the wall at her first coed dance.
She wasn’t. She was a twenty-seven-year-old professional in charge of generating funds for a cause she cared about. Sexy or not, Beck had to corral his sons before they ruined the entire evening.
Time to just suck it up and take care of business. She was a grown-up and could handle talking to anyone, even big, tough, stern-faced ranchers who made her feel like she didn’t belong in Pine Gulch.
It wasn’t hard to find Beck McKinley. He towered about four inches taller than the crowd of ranchers he stood among.
She sucked in a steadying breath and made her way toward the group, trying to figure out a polite way to tell him his sons were causing trouble again.
She wasn’t completely surprised to find her father was part of the group around Beck. They were not only copresidents of the local cattle growers association this year, but her father also idolized the man. As far as Curt Baker was concerned, Beck McKinley was all three wise men rolled into one. Her father still relied heavily on Beck for help—more so in the last few years, as his Parkinson’s disease grew more pronounced and his limitations more frustrating.
At least her father was sitting down, leaning slightly forward with his trembling hands crossed in front of him atop the cane she had insisted he bring.
He barely looked at her, too engrossed in the conversation about cattle prices and feed shortages.
She waited until the conversation lagged before stepping into the group. She was unwilling to call out the rancher over his troublemaking twins in front of all the others.
“Beckett. May I have a brief word?”
His eyebrows rose and he blinked in surprise a few times. “Sure. Excuse me, gentlemen.”
Aware of curious gazes following them, Ella led Beck a short distance from his peers.
“Is there a problem?” he asked.
She pointed toward the pack of wild boys on the stage, who were chasing each other between the curtains. “Your sons are at it again.”
His gaze followed her gesture and he grimaced. “I see half a dozen boys up there. Last I checked, only two of those are mine.”
“Colter and Trevor are the ringleaders. You know they are. They’re always the ones who come up with the mischief and convince the others to go along.”
“They’re natural leaders. Are you suggesting I try to put the brakes on that?”
His boys were adorable, she had to admit, but they were the bane of her existence as the music teacher at Pine Gulch Elementary School. They couldn’t sit still for more than a few minutes at a time and were constantly talking to each other as well as the rest of the students in their class.
“You could try to channel it into more positive ways.”
This wasn’t the first time she had made this suggestion to him and she was fairly certain she wasn’t the only educator to have done so. Trevor and Colter had been causing problems at Pine Gulch Elementary School since kindergarten.
“They’re boys. They’ve got energy. It comes with the package.”
She completely agreed. That was one of the reasons she incorporated movement in her music lessons with all of her students this age. All children—but especially boys, she had noticed—couldn’t sit still for long hours at a time and it was cruel to expect it of them.
She was a trained educator and understood that, but she also expected that excess energy to be contained when necessary and redirected into proper behavior.
“Our performers will be taking the stage soon. Please, can you do something with the boys? I can just picture them accidentally ripping down the curtains or messing with the lights before we can even begin.”
Beck glanced at his boys, then back down at her. His strong jaw tightened, and in his eyes, she saw a flash of something she couldn’t read.
She didn’t need to interpret it. She was fairly certain she knew what he thought of her. Like her father, Beck thought she was a soft, useless city girl.
Both of them were wrong about her, but nothing she did seemed to convince them otherwise. As far as her father was concerned, she belonged in Boston or New York, where she could attend the symphony, the ballet, art gallery openings.
Since the moment she’d arrived here with her suitcases a little more than a year ago, Curt had been trying relentlessly to convince her to go back to Boston with her mother and stepfather and the cultured life they had.
Beck seemed to share her father’s views. He never seemed to want to give her the time of day and always seemed in a big hurry to escape her presence.
Whatever his true opinion, he always treated her with stiff courtesy. She would give him that. Beck McKinley was never rude to anybody—probably one of the reasons all the other ranchers seemed to cluster around the man in public. Everybody seemed to respect his opinion and want to know what he had to say about things.
The only thing she wanted from him right now was to keep his boys from ruining the night.
“I’ll talk to the parents of the other boys, too. I’m just asking if you’ll please try to round up Colter and Trevor and have them take their seats. I’ll be introducing our performers in a moment and I would like people to focus on what they came for, instead of how many straws Colter can stick up his nose.”
He unbent enough to offer that rare, delicious smile. It appeared for only a moment. His cheeks creased and his eyes sparkled and his entire face looked even more gorgeous. “Good point, I suppose. The answer is five, in case you wanted to know. I’ll grab them. Sorry they caused a ruckus.”
“Thank you,” she said, then walked away before she was tempted to make another joke, if only to see if he would offer up that smile again.
Better to quit while she was ahead, especially since her brain was now struggling to put together any words at all.
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