Trevor watched the whole exchange from his place in the open kitchen doorway, his heart so full of love that it felt like it might explode. Even six months after getting everything in the world he’d never known he wanted, he was still routinely tempted to pinch himself and make sure it wasn't all a dream.
For the first time in his life, he truly felt he belonged. Everywhere he looked, his parents’ home and the ranch itself took on a whole new meaning, an entirely new life. Where he had once seen only slights and letdowns, a lack of love and personal failure, now he saw a family that had done whatever it could to stay together. It was still new to him, this feeling of being wanted, but he was more than happy to take on the challenge. He felt like a man reborn, gifted with something almost nobody on the planet was lucky enough to get: a second chance at life.
His one regret was that he couldn’t go back in time and make amends with his father. He had been so sure that he’d understood the man, he’d never taken the time to get to know him at all. Trevor had railed against his father, saddled him with the blame for his own misery, and he’d done it all on account of false information. He would have given a lot for one last conversation with the patriarch of the McCall family. To have the chance to say he was sorry.
“What are you thinking about, mister?” Lacey asked, moving up beside him and sliding her hand into his.
He bent and kissed the top of her head, inhaling deeply and relishing her clean, floral scent. “Nothing,” he said with a smile. “Just thinking about how lucky I am. I don’t deserve all this, you know.”
"You shut your mouth, McCall," she warned, giving him the no-nonsense look that almost always got the woman her way. "I won't tolerate you talking badly about my husband."
"That gets me every time," he laughed, pulling her in even closer. "I wonder when I'll stop feeling like a kid in a candy store, hearing you call me that?"
“Probably about the same time I stop feeling like the whole thing is a dream,” she giggled, one hand straying to her belly in an unconscious gesture he’d noticed more and more these days.
“They’re going to be at each other’s throats, you know,” Trevor said, nodding in the direction of his brothers. “It can make a person go crazy.”
“But it won’t do that to us,” Lacey said, her face serene and completely confident. “Because we know the secret.”
"Do we now?" he laughed. "And what, pray, tell, might that be?"
“Love,” she said simply, beaming up at him, and so beautiful, it hurt. “We’ve got real, true love, the group of us, and that means we can make it through anything. Just so long as we do it together.”
He nodded, his heart fit to burst. “Just so long as we do it together.”
End of The Rancher’s Inherited Family
McCall Ranch Brothers Book One
The Rancher’s Inherited Family, January 2, 2020
The Cowboy’s Rescue, January 9, 2020
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Single mom Heather Browning will do anything to get away from her controlling ex-husband--including buying a rundown strawberry farm in Montana. Maybe the locals are right, maybe she is crazy. Still, she’ll do anything to keep her twin son and daughter safe and happy—and keep her ex out of the picture. When her only horse comes up lame, she calls local veterinarian Randy McCall. The sexy cowboy takes one look at her farm and dilapidated house and offers his help, but Heather is quick to say no. She doesn’t need anyone’s help—no matter how gorgeous and tempting Randy is. But after hurting her ankle and discovering her roof is riddled with leaks, she reluctantly agrees to temporarily move herself and the twins to the McCall Ranch. If Heather wanted a charming, sexy, man—which she does not—Randy would be perfect. Good thing she only wants to be friends…
For as long as he can remember, Randy has liked saving things. So when he’s hit with the impossible-to-ignore need to help Heather, he chalks it up to his nature. Thanks to matchmaking townsfolk, Randy is “given” to Heather for twenty-four hours of free labor, and he’s happy to oblige. It’s certainly not because he’s crazy attracted to her. Definitely not because the twins are making him think silly thoughts about being a dad. And no way is it because that one soft kiss made his heart feel like it was struck by lightning. Even as Randy tells himself—over and over—that he’s not a relationship kind of guy, his stubborn heart doesn’t believe it. Knowing Heather has already been hurt by a man, he decides to stop things before they get out of hand. But can he stop himself from falling in love?
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EXCERPT
Chapter 1
Randy McCall maneuvered his truck down the worn, dusty road that led to his next stop, the old Fincher property, which straddled the edge of the Winding Creek, Montana town line. Although everyone in town still called it the Fincher place, in truth it hadn't been occupied by the Fincher family, or anyone else for that matter, in at least a decade. In a place like Winding Creek, leaving a place didn't erase the former owners’ name. The Fincher property would continue being the Fincher place in the minds of the people of Winding Creek no matter who decided to buy the place.
"Won't make things easy for her," he muttered to himself, wincing as he bounced out of a particularly intense pothole. He let loose a string of curse words that would have made a sailor blush and downshifted his truck into the next lowest gear.
It wasn't only the potholes that had him in such a rotten mood. As things stood, he wouldn't have been in good spirits no matter what he was doing, not while he was in Winding Creek, anyhow. Though he'd been back home for some months now, things hadn't gotten any easier. He kept expecting to wake up feeling more resigned to his new circumstances, but so far, he was seeing little progress in that area.