Looking for redemption...
Finding a future
Rancher Liam Dale is in Shelter Creek to make amends for his troubled past. He had no idea vet assistant Trisha Gilbert would be there, too—and he’s even more shocked to discover he’s a daddy! Trisha has good reasons not to trust him and a baby boy to protect. But now that he knows he’s a father, Liam longs to transform this unexpected reunion into a true family.
“Are you ready to meet your son?”
“In front of all these people?”
“These are Henry’s people. They only want what’s best for him.”
She led him around the outside of the group to where Emily stood. The vet’s eyes widened when she saw Liam. Carefully she lifted the baby off her shoulder, handed him to Trisha and went to join the others.
This was his son. Liam could only stand and stare as Henry shifted sleepily on Trisha’s shoulder and opened his mouth in a yawn as cute as a kitten’s.
He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel. New parents were supposed to fall in love, right? But he mostly felt disoriented. Disconnected. His body was here, staring at this baby, but his mind couldn’t connect the dots. How had his son been living, growing and learning in the world, and Liam hadn’t even known he existed?
Dear Reader,
When Trisha Gilbert unexpectedly wandered into Reunited with the Cowboy, book one of my Heroes of Shelter Creek series, I knew that she needed her own story, but I didn’t know what it would be.
Fortunately, while writing After the Rodeo, the second book in the series, I figured her out. Trisha is a careful, cautious person. But there were two occasions when she tried to be a little wild, and on both of those nights, huge, life-changing events occurred.
Living with the consequences of those events hasn’t always been easy. But nowadays, she’s finally found some balance and happiness...until Liam Dale shows up in Shelter Creek.
Liam is a Texas cowboy who heads to California for a fresh start, some peace and a little learning. Instead he finds Trisha, whom he met almost two years ago during one wild night in Texas. He was a different man back then, so he’s not too surprised to discover that she isn’t happy to see him.
Trisha and Liam have a lot to figure out about life, love and the meaning of family. I hope you enjoy their bumpy road to happily-ever-after.
Happy reading!
Claire McEwen
Her Surprise Cowboy
Claire McEwen
Claire McEwen writes stories about strong heroes and heroines who take big emotional journeys to find their happily-ever-afters. She lives by the ocean in Northern California with her family and a scruffy, mischievous terrier. When she’s not writing, Claire enjoys gardening, reading and discovering flea-market treasures. She loves to hear from readers! You can find her on most social media and at clairemcewen.com.
Books by Claire McEwen
Harlequin Heartwarming
Heroes of Shelter Creek
Reunited with the Cowboy
After the Rodeo
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
For Arik and Shane, my very own surprise family.
Acknowledgments
I’m grateful to my agent, Jill Marsal, for believing in this series, and to my editor, Johanna Raisanen, for her wonderful insight and patience. Many thanks to groups like WildCare and Project Coyote in Marin County, California; Native Animal Rescue in Santa Cruz, California; and the National Wildlife Federation for providing such helpful information about coyotes and other animals. I’m so thankful for all the readers who have embraced the Heroes of Shelter Creek series. Your enthusiasm, letters, social media posts and reviews warm my heart!
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
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
EXCERPT FROM A SOLDIER SAVED BY CHERYL HARPER
CHAPTER ONE
LIAM DALE OPENED his eyes and looked at the stubby straw between his fingers. Looked at his brother Boone’s straw. Long. Looked at Tommy’s. Even longer. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Looks like you’d better start packing your bags, little brother.” Wyatt grinned at him with the smug face of someone who hadn’t even had to draw a straw. As the oldest, Wyatt did the accounts for the Dale Cattle Company. His business skills were too valuable for him to be caught up in this absurd notion of their father’s.
“You want to trade?” Boone leaned forward on the hay bale he was sitting on and offered his straw. When Liam reached, Boone pulled it away. “Just kidding.”
“Jerk.” Liam glared at his brother. He glanced around the barn. Leave here? With the early-spring sunshine lighting everything up, the air fresh and clean, it was the best time of year in Texas.
“Aw, don’t be like that.” Tommy, sprawled next to Boone, sent an elbow into his brother’s ribs. “Poor Liam here has to go to California. Land of sunshine and surfer girls.”
“You want to go?” Liam held out his small straw. “It’s all yours.”
“Thanks, but I’ll stick around here, I think.” Tommy glanced out the barn door like he had somewhere to go. “I’ve got a lot going on right now.”
“Yeah, like chasing after Red Harris.” Boone’s grin had enough mischief to power a thousand pranks. “If he lets her out of his sight, she’s likely to just forget he even exists.”
“It’s got nothing to do with her.” Tommy tossed his straw on the ground. “I got over her a long time ago.”
Liam caught the way Boone glanced at Wyatt. And the brief shake of Wyatt’s head that meant knock it off. Red and Tommy had dated ever since high school, but a couple months ago, Red had decided she needed to spread her wings. Tommy had been moping ever since.
“It’s okay,” Liam said. “I’ll go.”
“You’ll get to hang out with one of your bull-riding heroes,” Wyatt reminded him. “You might have a lot in common.”
“Except that Jace was never dumb enough to get stepped on.” Liam glanced down at his leg, though from the outside, no one could tell that it was held together by pins and plates. The inside was a different story. He ran his knuckles alongside his knee, where it always felt tight.
“You’re not dumb,” Wyatt countered. “It was just luck. Yours ran out that day. Maybe this trip will help you move on from that.”
Liam glanced at Wyatt suspiciously. “Did you rig this straw thing? Maybe we need a do-over.”
“No way,” Boone protested. “I’d never survive out in California. Too much tofu. Not enough steak.”
“Jace raises cattle,” Liam reminded Boone.
“Grass-fed. Organic. Humanely raised.” Boone punctuated each term with air quotes. “Does Jace meditate with them, too?”
“Don’t be dumb, Boone.” Wyatt crossed his arms over his chest, which meant they were in for one of his pep talks. Or lectures. “Jace is building a forward-thinking business. More and more people want to eat top-quality beef. T
hat’s why Dad wants one of us to work with Jace and bring his methods back here. We’ll be able to sell a lot of meat to high-end restaurants if we change our ways.”
“I get that Dad wants to raise niche beef. But I don’t see why I need to move to California to make that happen.” Liam stood, unable to contain his frustration. “Hasn’t Dad ever heard of the internet? We can just look up whatever we need to know. Or give Jace a call and ask him.”
Wyatt shook his head. “Nah. Dad wants one of us to really understand the ins and outs of this before we invest any money in it. There’s a lot of innovation going on around Shelter Creek, the town where Jace lives. Methane capture, composting, stuff like that.”
“I never thought I’d see the day when Dad got excited about going green.” Liam couldn’t shake the feeling that this trip to California wasn’t really about Dad’s business plans.
“The world’s changing.” Wyatt glanced around the barn with a grim expression, as if he could see the changes right there in front of him. “We’ve all got to rethink what we’re doing. Better to be on the cutting edge than left in the dust.”
Liam would bet his next paycheck that Wyatt had planted that smallest straw in his hand. In his older-brother, manage-everything way, Wyatt was trying to give Liam a fresh start.
But Liam was already working on his fresh start. Eighteen months out of rehab, learning to face pain instead of numbing it, that was his fresh start. Being free of the painkillers that had sedated his very soul was a fresh start. He was doing okay here at the family ranch. He was sober and productive and staying out of trouble. The last thing he wanted to do was step out of his comfort zone.
Working on the ranch, seeing to the cattle—it was simple and good and a routine he could manage. Sure, he was restless sometimes, but that just made him work harder.
Still, he owed his family. They’d pulled him back from the edge and got him clean. Probably saved his life in the process. So if Dad wanted him in California, Liam would go to California.
“I bet it’s going to be nice out there. Good weather, great scenery.” Wyatt’s compassionate smile couldn’t hide the worry in his eyes. Ever since Mom passed away six years ago, Wyatt had tried to step into her shoes. Someone had to. Half the time, Dad was too obsessed with his ranch and business to realize he had sons. He mostly seemed to think of them as low-priced ranch hands.
“Kind of poetic, though.” Boone’s grin hadn’t changed since he was twelve and Liam was eight and he’d put a frog down Liam’s shirt. “Jace used to work for Dad during the off-season, and now you’re going to work for him.”
“Boone—” Wyatt pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on “—you’re supposed to be seeing to that steer with the wire cut. It’s about time to change the dressing.”
Boone might have a smart mouth, but when it came to animals he was the most patient of all of them. He had no formal veterinary training, but he worked closely with the vet whenever he visited, and seemed to know intuitively what a sick animal needed. “You’re right.” Boone pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. “I’d better get going.”
Wyatt fixed his managerial gaze on Tommy. “Did you get down there and fix that fence? We need to move it away from the edge of the wash. It’s steep there. I think the steer slid under it somehow.”
Tommy stood. “Will do.” He put a hand to Liam’s shoulder. “You gonna be okay? I’ll go to California if you’d rather stay here.”
Liam glanced at Wyatt, but his brother’s face was carefully neutral. Still, he could practically hear his thoughts. That Liam had to step out of hiding at some point. He had to learn to face the world. Only then could he trust that he was really and truly able to live sober.
Jace’s ranch was a safe space to do that. It also wouldn’t hurt to see how Jace was adjusting to ranching life, now that his rodeo days were behind him. It might be nice to learn how to do something other than just hang on.
“Thanks, Tommy. I appreciate it. But I’m fine. A couple months in California is a couple months away from you clowns. It’s going to be so peaceful, I might never come home.”
“Can I have your room?” Boone clapped his hat on and disappeared out the door before Liam could get close enough to smack him. Tommy followed, and Liam could hear the two of them laughing as they made their way down to the lower barn.
“Are you going to be okay with this?” Wyatt fidgeted with one of the cuffs of his button-down shirt.
“I’m fine. It’s a good chance to redeem myself. Contribute something to the family business, instead of robbing it.” Liam’s face heated, the way it always did when he remembered reaching into the safe in a 2:00 A.M. haze.
“Oh, come on.” Wyatt’s steady gaze met Liam’s. “You wouldn’t have done that if you hadn’t been desperate. None of us knew what you were going through. We should have been paying more attention.”
Liam shrugged, the shame sour in his throat. “I guess so. Still doesn’t make it easy to live with.”
“Another reason to take this trip. Get a change of scene and get a break from all the reminders of what you went through. I’ll bet it will be good for you.”
“I’ll bet you arranged the entire thing.”
Wyatt had the presence of mind to try to look shocked. He was a terrible actor. “I’m just glad it worked out this way.”
“That, bro, is a nonanswer.”
Wyatt shrugged. “And you, bro, better get packing. It’s a long drive to California.”
CHAPTER TWO
TRISHA GILBERT TURNED onto the recently paved driveway of North Star Ranch and glanced up to admire the new metal sign that arched over the gateposts. Vivian and Jace had just had it installed and their new logo was really sweet.
A local metal artist had designed the arch, which met where a sun and a moon intermingled right at the top. Three stars surrounded the sun and moon. The big star on the left was for Carly, Jace’s teenage niece. The two smaller stars on the right represented Amy and Alex, his younger niece and nephew. It was so lovely that Jace had honored his newly adopted kids this way.
A lot had happened since Jace returned to Shelter Creek and met Vivian, who worked with Trisha at the Shelter Creek Wildlife Center. Those two had fallen in love, gotten married and created a happy family with Carly, Alex and Amy.
The kids all loved to play with Trisha’s baby, Henry. Trisha carefully accelerated up the steep driveway, wondering if she should have brought Henry with her today. But no, the kids might still be at school in town, and it would be hard to get any work done with Henry around. At eleven months, he was wiggly and reaching for everything. Better that she’d left him with Patty Clark, his babysitter.
In the pasture to her right, Trisha spotted a small band of tule elk grazing lazily on all the good spring grass. The elk were native to California and a protected species. She slowed her car to admire them before continuing on to park in front of Jace and Vivian’s historic farmhouse. As she pulled her tote bag from the car, she admired the rebuilt porch and the new paint, yellow with white trim, that made the house look like a different building than the one Jace purchased over a year ago. Trisha knew that Vivian still had a long list of projects she wanted to do on the inside, but at least from the outside, the place looked beautiful.
Trisha’s right knee twinged as she climbed the porch steps, and she stopped to rub it in a motion that was really more of a habit. Her leg had never fully healed from the car accident in high school—the accident that she’d been in with Maya, who was her boss at the wildlife center now. Their friend Julie hadn’t survived that night. Trisha straightened and forced herself up the rest of the stairs. At least she’d lived to feel her aches and pains.
The front door was open to let in the warm breeze. Northern California was indecisive in spring, bringing storms one day and sunny skies the next. Trisha tapped gently on the frame. “Vivian?”
> “Come in.” Vivian’s voice emerged from the depths of the house. “I’m in the study.”
Trisha wiped her feet carefully and crossed the wide plank floors of the hall and living room, admiring the high ceilings and tall windows of the Victorian era. She loved the house she and Henry shared in town—their bungalow was cozy and warm—but this old farmhouse had an elegance that truly was unique. “How are you feeling?” she called as she made her way down the hall. Vivian had caught a cold, and since her immune system wasn’t that strong due to her lupus, she’d been working from home all week.
Vivian was at her desk wearing fleece pants and a sweatshirt, her long brown hair tucked up in a messy bun and black-framed glasses perched on her nose. She turned her chair to greet Trisha with a wide smile. “Better, now that you’re here. Thank you so much for coming! Did you see our new sign?”
“It looks gorgeous. The whole house does. I love the paint.”
“Me, too!” Vivian motioned for Trisha to sit in the armchair by her desk. “Jace sold his first group of calves, so we finally had some money. We figured we’d use it to get ourselves looking a little more respectable. Now I’m saving my pennies so someday we can fix up the kitchen. Though Jace is saving money for the composting area he wants to install, which will probably be a little more useful than new cabinets.”
“You mean composting manure?” Trisha grinned. “He really is getting very eco-friendly. You’ve had a big impact on that cowboy.”
Vivian’s smile was lit with love for her new husband. “He’s doing so much. He wants to get solar panels and a manure digester to make the whole ranch energy independent. Plus, he’s adopted all of the wildlife center’s recommendations for deterring mountain lions and other predators.”
“I assume he didn’t have much choice about that, seeing as he’s married to the wildlife center’s education specialist.” Trisha tried to suppress the hint of envy that rose at the easy way Vivian talked about her husband and their goals. Henry was so perfect, so adorable, but sometimes Trisha couldn’t help wishing that he’d come about a different way, in partnership with a man who loved her like Jace loved Vivian.
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