The Chestnut Ranch Cowboy Billionaire Boxed Set: Three Sweet Cowboy Billionaire Novels (Chestnut Ranch Boxed Sets Book 1)

by Emmy Eugene

  She joined him on the ground, tears streaming down her face. “Yes.” She leaned forward and touched her lips to his, and Seth experienced one of the sweetest kisses of his life.

  He kissed her back, finally pulling away when his knees and back screamed at him to stand up. He chuckled as he stood and slipped the ring onto her finger.

  “I love you,” she said, and Seth drew her into his arms and kissed his fiancée properly.

  When he pulled back this time, he asked, “So when do you think we can say that I do?”

  She nestled against his chest, right where he wanted her forever, and said, “Let’s do the day after Thanksgiving. Do you think that will be too chaotic?”

  “Baby,” he said. “That’s only four weeks away.”

  “I know.” She leaned back and looked at him. “It’ll be a Friday night, and we need a date, right?”

  Seth gazed down at her, wonder and love filling him. She looked steadily back at him, her dark eyes sparking with life, with love, with everything Seth wanted.

  “Right,” he said.

  “Great,” she said. “I only have one person to tell, and Isaac will make sure he has that day off so he can marry us.”

  “Your brother can marry us?”

  “Yeah, he became an ordained priest in Dallas so he could minister to his patients if their surgeries didn’t go well.”

  “Wow.” Seth shook his head. “I thought I knew everything about the guy.”

  “Yeah, he’s a mystery, my brother.” Jenna laughed, and Seth sure liked the sound of that. “Now, come on. I was going to wait to show you this, but I think I’m ready.” She took his hand and crossed the street again instead of continuing down this side.

  “Show me what?” Seth asked, but Jenna said she wanted to show him not tell him.

  Back at his truck parked at the curb in front of his parents’ house, she opened the passenger door and then the glove box. She pulled out a magazine and handed it to him.

  “Texas Hill Country,” he said. “You get this?”

  “I love it,” she said. “And I managed to get something in there about you.”

  “About me?” Seth opened the magazine as if it would automatically fall to the right page.

  “Page fifty-six,” she said. “And it’s right there on the cover.”

  He looked back at the cover, and Jenna pointed to a sentence along the top. “Texas Hill Country’s Dog Rescue Operation,” he read.

  His pulse pounced in his chest, and he looked at Jenna, trying to understand.

  “Read it,” she said with a smile. A cute, nervous smile.

  Seth turned to page fifty-six, where a picture of him standing with a Weimaraner puppy in his arms as it licked his face stared back at him. He looked full of joy, with several other puppies clamoring for his attention from the back of the truck.

  “Holy cow, Jenna,” he said, skimming and finding words like “he can tame any dog,” and “Seth Johnson is a certified dog trainer from the famous center out of Austin” and “he accepts dogs in any condition, any age, any time.”

  “They did a great job with it,” Jenna said. “On very short notice.”

  “This is the project you’ve been working on this week,” he said, pieces clicking together in his head. “And why my phone’s been ringing since yesterday afternoon.”

  She shrugged, though a hint of guilt combined with the love she held for him in her eyes. “You’re going to need a bigger dog enclosure. They sent me a proof early. The magazine’s already online, so that’s where people are seeing it. But the printed copy goes out next month.”

  “Unbelievable,” he said, returning to the article. Every word of it was true though. He didn’t want dogs dumped in the woods or left behind Dumpsters. He’d take them. He’d help them. He’d adopt them out and donate the fee he charged to the local animal shelter in Chestnut Springs.

  He took on dogs for people on a weekly or monthly basis, taught them manners and etiquette and sometimes tricks, and returned them to families, ready to be their best dog selves.

  “If there’s something Seth Johnson can’t do with a dog, I’d be surprised, his girlfriend, Jenna Wright, says.” Seth looked up. “That’s wrong, baby. You’re my fiancée now.”

  She tipped her head back and laughed, and Seth thought he could die happy in that moment. Instead, he returned to the magazine to finish the article. “If you or someone you know has a need for a canine, don’t hesitate to call Canine Encounters, which Seth operates on his family’s ranch just outside of Chestnut Springs.”

  As if on cue, his phone rang, and the number was unknown. “I think…”

  “Answer it,” she said. “You could save a dog’s life tonight.”

  “I love you,” Seth said, swiping on the call and saying, “Hello?”

  “Seth Johnson?”

  “Yes, sir,” he said, putting the call on speaker so Jenna could hear it too. He wanted to share everything with her, right down to every last detail.

  “You’re the man who runs Canine Encounters?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The man on the other end of the line cleared his throat. “I just wanted to apologize.”

  “Apologize?”

  “I didn’t know about you, and I…left those puppies at a construction site. I saw on your page that you found them, saved them, and adopted them all out.”

  Seth looked up at Jenna, completely stunned. She wore a look of surprise too. “Oh, uh, yeah, they were great little pups.”

  “Can I give you some money?”

  “No,” Seth said. “I have…enough.”

  Jenna’s face softened, and she motioned something. But he didn’t know what. “Thanks for calling, sir. The dogs were great, and they all found good homes. I gave the money to the animal shelter. If you ever come across any other dogs who need help, let me know.”

  “God bless you,” the man said, and the call ended.

  Seth simply looked at Jenna, awe moving through him. “Wow,” he said.

  “Sorry,” she said. “I think your phone is going to blow up.”

  Thinking quickly, Seth said, “I just need to put a contact form on my website. That way, people can fill it out, and I can check those once a day. Take the most immediate-needs cases first. That kind of thing.”

  “I’ll help you,” she said. “I don’t have a job right now.”

  “And you love dogs,” he said, grinning at her.

  She giggled and stepped into his embrace. “You know what? I do love dogs. But not as much as I love you.”

  “I love you too, baby.” He kissed her, ignored the ringing phone in his pocket, and thanked the heavens above that he’d fallen for his neighbor next-door.

  Keep reading to experience Seth and Jenna’s wedding, as told by Seth’s brother, Travis.

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  Sneak Peek! Chapter One of A Cowboy and his Mistletoe Kiss

  Travis Johnson pulled at the tightness of his tie around his neck. He didn’t attend church all that often, and so didn’t wear a white shirt and tie much. And since it was his older brother who’d gotten married tonight, he not only wore a white shirt and tie, but a fancy suit coat to match the slick, pressed slacks he currently wore.

  At least Seth had allowed cowboy hats and cowboy boots as part of the wedding-approved attire. If he hadn’t, there might have been a brotherly mutiny on his hands.

  As it was, Travis felt stuffed into a monkey suit, sipping punch, and wishing he could leave early. />
  But the dinner had just started, and then there was dancing. And cake-cutting. And then the big sparkler send-off as Seth and Jenna went blissfully on their honeymoon for the next two weeks.

  Travis was already dreading trying to do the work of three men where there were only two of them at the homestead now. Seth had moved almost everything he owned into Jenna’s house next door yesterday after they’d all shared Thanksgiving together at their parents’ house.

  Seth had still slept at the homestead, but it already felt too empty without him there. Travis got along great with Russ; that wasn’t a problem. Taking on Seth’s dog operation was, as it had swelled to astronomical numbers since the article in the Texas Hill Country magazine had hit virtual shelves.

  Not only that, but Gertrude Wisehouse had run a piece in the town’s newsletter, and it felt like a new dog got dropped off at Chestnut Ranch every single day. Seth, Travis, and Russ had talked a lot about putting a system in place for drop-offs, but nothing much had come of it yet. Seth really didn’t want to turn away dogs in need, and truth be told, Travis couldn’t stomach the idea of that either.

  A waiter arrived at his table, and plates of food got served. He waited until everyone at the table had food, and then he picked up his knife and fork.

  “At least the food is delicious,” Russ said from beside him.

  “Yeah.” He cut into his steak, which was perfectly cooked. Rex and Griffin sat at the table with them, as did their parents and Jenna’s brother, Isaac. That completed the family table, though Travis had cousins seated at a nearby table, and he knew almost everyone else in the banquet hall as well.

  “The wedding was beautiful,” his mother said for the third time in the twenty minutes since the ceremony had ended. She sniffed and reached for her glass of sweet tea. “It sure would be nice if some more of you boys could get married.”

  “Momma,” Griffin said. “Talk to Russ. He’s the one with the serious girlfriend.”

  “Uh,” Russ said, his face coloring.

  Travis instantly felt bad for his brother, because he knew what the others at the table didn’t.

  “Uh, what?” Rex asked, not about to let that slide.

  Russ looked at Travis, a pleading expression on his face. “He broke up with Janelle,” he said.

  “No,” Russ barked. “She broke up with me.”

  Which was worse, Travis knew. “Sorry,” he said at the same time Griffin said, “What? How is that possible?”

  Rex added, “You guys were like, awesome together.”

  Surprisingly, their mother didn’t say anything, and Travis looked across the table to where Jenna’s brother sat. He seemed enthralled by the Johnson family drama, and Travis smiled at him.

  “We’re not usually crazy,” he said.

  “Oh, I know how you guys are,” Isaac said with a laugh. “And this is mild.”

  Travis couldn’t deny it, so he just shrugged. Russ kept his head down and his hat low, blocking anyone from seeing his face. Travis knew just how he felt. Rex had been going out with women like he was trying on a new pair of boots. Griffin had been out a few times, but nothing was sticking, and he wouldn’t go out with anyone Rex had already taken to dinner.

  Travis had met two women at the speed dating event during Octoberfest that had caught his interest. He’d gone out with Flora Thompson three times before she’d told him there was no spark for her.

  That had kept the second number he’d gotten stuffed away in his wallet. There, but not forgotten. Not used either.

  Millie Hepworth was a gorgeous blonde he’d actually been out with once before. Maybe twice. Fine, at least half a dozen times. Then she’d moved for a job, and Travis had thought he’d never see her again.

  But there she’d been, at the speed dating event, only a resident of Chestnut Springs for a week. He’d gotten her number, but he wasn’t blind. Several other men there had liked Millie too, and Travis was nothing if not great at Internet spying.

  So he’d seen Millie’s pictures of her and her new boyfriend, a man named Mitchell Anders. And Mitch was a good guy. Maybe a little stuffy, in Travis’s opinion, but he supposed people could classify him as standoffish.

  He wasn’t; he was just more reserved than some of the other Johnson brothers. He preferred to hang out at the back of the crowd and only say something if he needed to.

  He hadn’t called Millie, because he didn’t want to step on Mitch’s toes. In a town as small as Chestnut Springs, Travis didn’t need to cause drama.

  Dinner finished, and dessert was brought out. While he ate his way through a beautiful piece of chocolate cake, the speeches started. A friend of Jenna’s from her job at the elementary school spoke, and Travis liked what Kim said. Then Seth’s best man got up, and Travis watched Russ walk up to the microphone.

  “To Seth and Jenna, whose love was written in the stars from the very beginning.” He cleared his throat and glanced at the blissful couple at the head table. Travis felt bad for Russ. What a way to rub salt in his open wound. “Even if took them a little while to realize how perfect they were for each other, I’m glad they did. Love you brother, and I love you too, Jenna.” He lifted his glass of cider, and everyone in the room did the same.

  Short and sweet. Exactly the kind of toast Travis appreciated.

  “It’s time to dance,” a woman said from the mic, trilling out a laugh afterward. “Let’s stand and follow Mr. and Mrs. Johnson to the dance floor.”

  Travis stood, steadying his father who’d broken his leg and hip in a terrible horseback riding accident a few years ago. Seth and Jenna walked by hand-in-hand, and they looked so happy that Travis could feel their joy radiating from them.

  He smiled, and his heart pinched, because he was happy for them—and he wanted what they had.

  The music started, and Seth took Jenna in his arms and danced with her. Then he twirled her out, where Isaac received her, dancing the father’s dance in place of their father, who’d died years and years ago.

  Travis clapped along with everyone else at the end of that dance, thinking he’d slip outside for a few minutes. Just to breathe and clear his head.

  The dance floor was beautiful, lit with white tea lights and filled with vines and flowers. The music was low, and if there had been someone there he wanted to dance with, Travis thought it would’ve been the perfect place for a romantic connection.

  Several more couples flooded the dancefloor, including Rex and his flavor of the week. Griffin found a woman and took off his hat as he asked her to dance.

  “You gonna dance?” Russ asked, and Travis shook his head.

  “Who would I ask?”

  “I dunno,” Russ said, nodding across the room. “How about that pretty blonde over there?”

  Travis followed his gaze, and he stumbled backward when he caught sight of Millie Hepworth. His heartbeat played leapfrog with itself, and he searched for Mitch. His hopes fell, because she had to be here with someone. She wasn’t single.

  “No,” he murmured.

  “Oh, go on,” Russ said. “I know you like her.”

  “She’s dating someone.”

  “Is she?” Russ pulled out his phone and started swiping. “I don’t think so.” He handed his phone to Travis, who tore his eyes away from the woman he’d been thinking about for two months to look at it.

  “Going to a wedding alone tonight,” he read. “Wish me luck.” He looked up at Russ. “Alone?”

  “I think she broke up with Anders.”

  So she was single. And beautiful. And standing next to her chair, a fake smile on her face as she watched everyone else dance.

  “Now’s your chance, Trav,” Russ said, taking his phone back and nudging Travis to get moving. “Go ask her to dance.”

  Somehow, Travis’s feet did what Russ said. His brain buzzed, because he wasn’t quite sure how to talk to a woman like Millie. In fact, women like Millie had shredded his heart and left him for dead more than once. And he was willingly going to walk
into that trap again?

  On accident, he kicked a chair at the table beside hers, drawing her attention. Their eyes met, and it was like the entire scene around them disappeared. There were still romantic, twinkling lights. Soft music. The scent of chocolate hanging in the air.

  But now, there was only the two of them.

  Travis lifted his hand for some reason. “Hey, Millie,” he said. “Do you want to dance?” He should’ve whisked off his cowboy hat the way Griffin had done. Offered her his hand. Something.

  A smile brightened her face, and she nodded, coming toward him. He did offer her his arm then, and she slipped her hand through it as he led her onto the dancefloor.

  Now he just had to try to dance without stepping on her feet or saying something stupid.

  Totally easy, he told himself, every nerve ending in his body feeling like he’d lit it on fire. He took her into his arms, noticing how well she fit there. He breathed in and smiled.

  The very next thing he did was step on her foot, and pure humiliation streamed through him. “Sorry,” he muttered, putting another several inches of distance between them. Foolishness filled him, because now he was dancing like a freaking Frankenstein, his arms straight out.

  “I’m not as good at this as my brother,” he muttered.

  Millie smiled at him, and it looked less fake than before. Still a little strained. “It’s fine, Travis,” she said, and wow, he liked his name in her voice.

  “So you’re back in town,” he said, instantly regretting it. He’d said almost exactly the same thing to her at the speed dating event, almost two months ago.

  “Yeah.” She nodded and inched forward until they were dancing close again. “You took a long time to call,” she said.

  “Well, you were datin’ someone else.” He looked at her, surprised that he could make eye contact. “I didn’t want to intrude.”

  The song ended, and Travis fell back a step, letting his hands drop from Millie’s waist. She tucked her hair and glanced around. “Will you dance with me again?”