by Marin Thomas
“You sit in the front with Zach,” Uncle Redd said, the breath puffing from his lips like smoke while Zach loaded the luggage into the cargo area.
Tired from lack of sleep and the long travel day, and feeling emotionally raw, Gina preferred to sit in the back and just be. “You take the front, Uncle Redd,” she said. “I’m fine sitting in the back.”
“That’s where the dogs ride. You don’t want to get dog hair on those pretty clothes.”
He had a point.
Zach slammed the cargo door closed and headed toward the passenger side of the car. “Hop in,” he said, opening the door for her.
He was big and muscular and movie-star good-looking, with a strong chin and wide forehead, and he was tall enough that even in boots with three-inch heels, she had to tip her head up to meet his gaze. She’d noticed his striking silvery-blue eyes halfway across the crowded baggage-claim area.
Despite her grief, and despite the fact that she was usually attracted to corporate-executive types, she was hyperaware of him.
What drew her most was the sorrow evident in his face. No one had expected her still-spry Uncle Lucky to die at seventy-four. His loss would no doubt be keenly felt by Zach and everyone in town.
She slid onto the bench-style front seat—Uncle Redd’s car was that old. In an attempt to get warm, she hunched down and hugged herself.
Zach got into the driver’s side with a fluid grace she hadn’t expected of a man his size, shut his door and started the car. “Once the engine warms up, I’ll turn the heat up high,” he said.
As he rolled toward the exit, she glanced in the rearview mirror at her uncle. “I’ve missed Sugar and Bit. Are they still inseparable?”
“Pretty much. You’ll see them at the house. If you want, you can keep them with you tonight for company. Wish I had the room at my place, but I don’t.”
The thought of staying alone at Uncle Lucky’s didn’t bother Gina. “Thanks, but your dogs won’t even remember me. I’ll be okay by myself.”
“Probably better off without them.” Uncle Redd chuckled. “Bit still thinks he’s human, and that always gets Sugar’s goat. They’re like an old married couple.”
“Sort of like Gloria and Sophie?” Gina teased. Her elderly cousins, widowed sisters, lived together and bickered constantly.
“Exactly, and almost as old in dog years. Bit’s almost ten and Sugar just turned nine.” Redd sighed. “We’re all gettin’ up there—present company excluded.”
“Don’t forget, I recently turned thirty,” Gina said. “That’s not so young.”
Zach made a sound that could’ve been a laugh. “You’re just a kid.”
She scoffed. “You can’t be much older than me.”
“Four years. That may not seem like a big difference, but trust me, I’ve been around the block a lot more than you have.”
“I’m not exactly naive,” she argued.
“From where I sit, you’re both still babies,” Uncle Redd quipped from the back.
Gina shared a look with Zach, both of them acknowledging that today, they felt old and weary.
At last Zach cranked up the heat, and a welcome blast of warm air hit Gina. The highway was dark and deserted, with only the car headlights lighting the way. No one spoke. The combination of warm air, darkness, silence and exhaustion was impossible to resist. Gina’s eyes drifted shut. She was almost asleep when Uncle Redd broke the silence.
“Gina grew up here.”
Zach glanced at her, his face shadowed in the dash lights. “Lucky said that after you graduated from high school, you left town.”
She remembered that day well. Her parents had both been alive then, and excited about her future, yet sad to see her go. She’d been the opposite—desperate to leave Saddlers Prairie, get her education and start fresh in a big city. All her life, her parents had fought about money and struggled to make ends meet. From the time she was in grade school, Gina had vowed to leave town someday and find a high-paying job. She had no interest in ever coming back, except for occasional visits.
“She’s the first one in our family to graduate college, let alone earn a master’s degree,” Uncle Redd said with pride. “She’s a smart one and pretty, too.”
“Uncle Redd!” Gina said, embarrassed.
“Well, you are.”
She snuck a glance at Zach. His gaze never left the road, but his lips twitched, and she thought he might even crack a smile.
“Since the day she left she hasn’t been back to visit but three times,” Uncle Redd went on. “Once over Christmas break that first year in college and again when her dad—my oldest brother, Beau—passed that summer. After that, we didn’t see her for another four years, when her mama took sick with pneumonia. Marie was forty-two when she had Gina. She and Beau had been married almost twenty years and didn’t think they’d ever have kids. When Gina came along, they were over the moon. We all were. Of the three of us brothers, Beau was the only one to have a child.”
“You don’t need to bore Zach with all that,” Gina said.
“I don’t mind.” Zach glanced at her. “I knew you were the only kid in the family, but Lucky didn’t tell me the rest.”
After another stretch of silence, Uncle Redd let out a loud yawn. Soon, soft snores floated from the backseat.
Gina glanced behind her. “He’s out cold.”
“I don’t think he slept much last night.” Zach rolled his shoulders as if he, too, were tired. “You’re in marketing, right?”
She nodded. “I’m an assistant vice president with Andersen, Coats and Mueller.”
“That’s a big firm.”
“You’ve heard of them?”
“I’ve read a few articles where they were mentioned. Do you like what you do?”
No one had ever asked her that, and she had to stop and think. “I love it.”
That wasn’t quite true. She loved the perks that put her in contact with the decision makers in big and small companies, and she liked the respect from her boss, colleagues, family and friends. “It’s hard work, though. Right now, I’m in the middle of holiday campaigns for several clients.” Her turn to yawn. “It seems like weeks since I’ve had a decent night’s sleep.”
Even without the holiday push, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept through the night.
“Let me guess—you live on caffeine.”
“And chocolate. Lots of both.”
“And you enjoy living that way?”
“The chocolate part, for sure.” She smiled. “Everyone knows that if you want to get ahead, you have to work long hours.”
Although Zach didn’t comment, Gina had the feeling he wasn’t impressed. She wanted him to understand.
“Growing up, we had enough to eat and a roof over our heads, but we were poor,” she said. “My maternal grandfather owned a farm equipment business, and when my parents married, he hired my dad to work for him. Then, when my grandfather died, my dad took over the company. For some reason it never did very well. My mother worked two jobs to pay the bills. I always wanted something better.”
“That makes sense. So do you have the life you want?”
She was getting there. “I own a condo in an upscale high-rise and I drive a Lexus.” Between the steep mortgage, car payments and credit-card bills, she never quite made ends meet, but that was her business. “I can eat out wherever I please and buy new clothes anytime I want. You draw your own conclusions.”
“Sounds as if you’re doing well.”
A few moments of uncomfortable silence filled the car. Gina searched her mind for something else to talk about.
“Where are you from, Zach?”
“Houston.”
“I thought I heard a bit of the South in your voice.”
Sh
e was about to ask about his background and what had brought him to Saddlers Prairie when he turned on the radio. A Carrie Underwood song filled the air. And with that, the conversation was over.
Gina shifted so that she faced the passenger window. Giving in to the exhaustion weighting her down, she closed her eyes.
She didn’t wake up until Zach shut off the engine and touched her shoulder. “Wake up, Gina. We’re here.”
ISBN: 9781460320341
HER WYOMING HERO
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A Holiday Change Of Heart
Gina Arnett comes home to Saddlers Prairie to say goodbye to her uncle and sell the family ranch she’s just inherited. Her focus is on getting back to Chicago and her high-powered job. Two things change her plans: a sudden blizzard that causes the town to be snowed in, and Zach Horton—the ranch foreman who tries to convince her to stay.
Gina’s boundless ambition is something Zach understands all too well. He’s kept his past a secret, and to uncover it, she’ll have to reveal her own uncomfortable truths—and her growing feelings for Zach. He’s not the kind of man she dreamed of falling for. But at the Christmas season, all dreams seem possible.…
“You’re important to this ranch,” said Gina.
“My family and I need you here, Zach. You’re not going to quit, are you?”
“I wouldn’t do that. But you should know that I intend to honor my promise to Lucky. I’ll do what I can to change your mind.”
“Try away. It won’t work.”
With her chin up and the confident smile on her mouth, she was irresistible.
“That sounds like a challenge—and I like challenges,” he said, advancing toward her. “Did you mean that?”
“I… Did I mean what?”
“About me trying to convince you.” Her eyes were the prettiest color, green with little flecks of brown and gold. “Did you?”
He brushed the silky lock back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her pupils dilated and he knew she felt some of what he did. She touched her lips with the tip of her tongue in what he recognized as a nervous gesture.
“I—”
He laid his finger over her soft lips. “Shh.” Tipping up her chin, he leaned down.
Dear Reader,
This is the fifth (and last) book set in Saddlers Prairie, a fictitious ranching town in Montana prairie country. But don’t worry—I’ll be back soon with new love stories set in a new fictitious town.
Gina Arnett grew up in Saddlers Prairie and left as soon as she graduated from high school. Now she’s back, but not by choice. Her uncle Lucky has left her his ailing ranch, a ranch Gina doesn’t want.
Foreman Zach Horton is a man with a past he keeps buried—and a mission. He promised Gina’s uncle that he would stick around long enough to convince her to keep the ranch.
Neither of them expects to find love, especially with each other. I hope you enjoy their story.
Happy reading!
Ann Roth
I always appreciate hearing from readers. Email me at [email protected], or write me at P.O. Box 25003, Seattle, WA 98165-1903, or visit my Facebook page. And please visit my website at www.annroth.net, where you can enter the monthly drawing to win a free book! Be sure to visit the Fun Stuff page, where you’ll find my blog and all sorts of fun stuff.
A RANCHER’S
CHRISTMAS
Ann Roth
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ann Roth lives in the greater Seattle area with her husband. After earning an MBA she worked as a banker and corporate trainer. She gave up the corporate life to write, and if they awarded PhDs in writing happily-ever-after stories, she’d surely have one.
Ann loves to hear from readers. You can write her at P.O. Box 25003, Seattle, WA 98165-1903 or email her at [email protected].
Books by Ann Roth
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
1031—THE LAST TIME WE KISSED
1103—THE BABY INHERITANCE
1120—THE MAN SHE’LL MARRY
1159—IT HAPPENED ONE WEDDING
1174—MITCH TAKES A WIFE
1188—ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
1204—THE PILOT’S WOMAN
1252—OOH, BABY!
1266—A FATHER FOR JESSE
1390—RANCHER DADDY*
1408—MONTANA DOCTOR*
1436—HER RANCHER HERO*
1456—THE RANCHER SHE LOVED*
*Saddlers Prairie
BREAKFAST CASSEROLE
18 eggs
2 tbsp milk
1 tsp parsley
½ tsp dill weed
¼ tsp pepper
1 can undiluted mushroom soup
3 tbsp sherry
4 tbsp butter
¼ pound sliced mushrooms
¼ cup chopped onion
6 strips bacon, cooked and crumbled
1½ cup each, shredded and mixed together:
jack cheese and sharp cheddar
Paprika
Grease a 9" x 11" casserole dish.
Beat eggs with milk, parsley, dill weed and pepper, and set aside. In a saucepan, stir soup and sherry until hot and smooth. Remove from heat and let cool slightly.
Melt the butter in a pan. Add mushrooms and onion and sauté 5 minutes. Add egg mixture and crumbled bacon to the pan and cook until the eggs are softly set. Remove from heat. Spoon half the egg mixture into the casserole. Cover with half the soup mixture, then half the cheese. Repeat. Sprinkle the top layer with paprika. May be refrigerated overnight.
Preheat the oven to 350ºF. Bake uncovered until hot and bubbly, about 30–35 minutes if unrefrigerated or for an hour if refrigerated.
Let stand 10 minutes, then cut into squares.
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
Excerpt
Chapter One
Gina was rushing out to get herself another espresso before the upcoming meeting when her office phone rang. Knowing that it might be someone from Grant Industries, she lunged toward her desk before her assistant, Carrie, picked up. “This is Gina Arnett.”
“It’s Uncle Redd.”
Of all times fo
r him to call.
“Hi,” she said. “I know I haven’t phoned you lately, but I’ve been in a real crunch here, working on that holiday promotion for Grant Industries—the big retailer I told you about last time we talked. If they like the results from the campaign I’ve put together, they’ll put me on retainer for them for the next year.”
Plus she’d earn a fat year-end bonus, which she really, really needed.
She checked her watch. Still time to race down to the coffee bar and get that espresso—if she hurried. “We’re rolling out part two of our Holiday Magic campaign tomorrow, and you wouldn’t believe how busy I am right now. Can I call you back tonight?”
“I need to tell you something, Gina,” her uncle said in a solemn tone Gina had rarely heard. “I’m afraid it can’t wait.”
She frowned. “What’s happened?”
Uncle Redd usually cut straight to the chase, and this time was no different. “Sometime during the night, your uncle Lucky had a heart attack. He’s gone.”
“Gone?” She sank onto her desk chair.
“I’m afraid so.” Her uncle cleared his throat. “How soon can you get home?”
It had been almost seven years since she’d visited there. The last time had been for her mother’s funeral. She remembered the long flight from Chicago to Billings and the shorter connecting flight to Miles City, followed by a forty-mile drive to Saddlers Prairie. Getting there would take the better part of a day.
“I’ll need to check with the airlines and get back to you,” she said. “When do you need me there?”
“As soon as possible. Seeing as how Thanksgiving is next week, we decided to hold the funeral right away. We scheduled it for this coming Friday—three days from now.”
Funeral.
The news finally sank in. Uncle Lucky was dead. Their little family just kept shrinking. Gina’s shoulders sagged.
“Do you need help with airfare?” her uncle asked.
“No, Uncle Redd. I’m thirty years old and I make a good living.” Never mind that most of her credit cards were just about maxed out. Nobody needed to know that. “As soon as I book the flight, I’ll call with my arrival information. Or would you rather I rented a car?”