The Bronc Rider's Baby

by Judy Duarte

  A pint-sized Texas surprise!

  Nothing—not even a bucking bronc—can unnerve Nate Gallagher...until he lays eyes on the tiny newborn who’s been entrusted to his care. The former rodeo champ isn’t ready for fatherhood. Heck, the precious baby girl may not even be his. Still, he aims to step up and give her a home at the Rocking C. That is, if pretty social worker Anna Reynolds decides Nate’s daddy material after all.

  Making sure that father and infant daughter bond is Anna’s job. But what about the fiery bond forming between Anna and Nate? Can Nate become the family man Anna believes he can be? Because she’s this close to gambling her future on the rugged cowboy daddy!

  “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

  Nate glanced at the baby, then touched a little foot that peeked out from her blanket. The flicker of a smile crossed his face.

  As if sensing that Anna was watching him, he straightened and caught her eye. They gazed at each other for a beat, long enough for her to realize a little dust and perspiration did very little to lessen his sexy appeal. In fact, it made him even more manly, more...

  Oh, wow. It seemed to be getting awfully warm in here.

  “Do you want to stay with the baby?” he asked. “Or would you rather go outside and talk to me?”

  “Let’s take a walk,” she said, liking the sound of it.

  Nate nodded, then swung out his arm in a gallant “after you” manner.

  Anna started toward the door, but when she walked past the handsome cowboy and caught a whiff of an alluring scent of leather and musk, she wasn’t so sure being alone with him was such a good idea after all.

  * * *

  ROCKING CHAIR RODEO: Cowboys—and true love—never go out of style!

  Dear Reader,

  I don’t know about you, but I love cowboys. Ever since I was a young girl, I enjoyed watching old Westerns on television with my dad. I’m drawn to those rugged heroes who represent honor and the American spirit. That’s why I often choose them as heroes in my books.

  If you read Roping in the Cowgirl last October, you met Nate Gallagher, who’d been a champion bronc rider on the pro rodeo circuit until he suffered a career-ending injury. Now a ranch hand on the Rocking C, Nate is raising a premature newborn who might not be his daughter.

  A true hero, Nate takes up the challenge of raising the baby himself because the only other possible father is in prison for murdering her mother. After spending his early years in foster care, he doesn’t want the little girl to suffer that same fate. Yet he’s afraid he’ll be a failure as a parent. Those fears mount when he meets pretty Anna Reynolds, a hospital social worker assigned to visit him regularly. Anna, who blames herself for not removing a child from a neglectful home soon enough, is determined to see Nate bond with his daughter. As attraction grows between them, things get heated—and more complicated.

  I hope you enjoy Nate and Anna’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  Wishing you romance!

  Judy

  PS: I love hearing from my readers. You can contact me through my website, judyduarte.com, or on Facebook, at Facebook.com/judyduartenovelist.

  The Bronc Rider’s Baby

  Judy Duarte

  Since 2002, USA TODAY bestselling author Judy Duarte has written over forty books for Harlequin Special Edition, earned two RITA® Award nominations, won two Maggie Awards and received a National Readers’ Choice Award. When she’s not cooped up in her writing cave, she enjoys traveling with her husband and spending quality time with her grandchildren. You can learn more about Judy and her books at her website, judyduarte.com, or at Facebook.com/judyduartenovelist.

  Books by Judy Duarte

  Harlequin Special Edition

  Rocking Chair Rodeo

  Roping in the Cowgirl

  The Fortunes of Texas: The Secret Fortunes

  From Fortune to Family Man

  The Fortunes of Texas: All Fortune’s Children

  Wed by Fortune

  Brighton Valley Cowboys

  The Cowboy’s Double Trouble

  Having the Cowboy’s Baby

  The Boss, the Bride & the Baby

  Return to Brighton Valley

  The Soldier’s Holiday Homecoming

  The Bachelor’s Brighton Valley Bride

  The Daddy Secret

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  To Gail Duarte, my “twin” sister-in-law, who took me to the World’s Oldest Rodeo.

  And yes, it actually was my first rodeo!

  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

  Excerpt from The Lawman’s Convenient Bride by Christine Rimmer

  Chapter One

  Nate Gallagher had run with the bulls in Pamplona and ridden some of the toughest broncs in rodeos all over the country, but he’d never faced anything as scary and as unnerving as this.

  What in the hell was he going to do with a premature baby girl? He’d bet he had champion belt buckles at home that weighed as much or more than she did.

  The neonatal nurse, who’d just finished strapping little Jessica into her carrier, pointed to a white plastic bag bearing the hospital logo. “I’ve packed some bottles and formula for you to take home. Are you ready to go?”

  Hell no. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might break out of his chest, and he was sweating like crazy. But he’d be damned if he’d show any sign of fear.

  “Yep.” He reached for the baby carrier that would fit into the car seat base he’d secured in the backseat of his pickup, amazed that it felt just as light now as it had when he’d brought it into the Brighton Valley Medical Center. If he hadn’t glanced inside where baby Jessica was dozing, he’d never know she was there. But she was there—and leaving the safety of the hospital to go with him.

  Oh, man, this was happening way too fast. It had taken every bit of his courage to sign her release forms moments ago. Sure, she’d gained a pound or two since her birth. But why couldn’t they have kept her a little longer, until she’d grown bigger—like the size of a kid entering kindergarten?

  If they had, he’d feel a lot better about dealing with her. At least she’d be able to talk and tell him if he was doing something wrong.

  “Mr. Gallagher?” a soft, feminine voice said from behind him.

  As he turned, he caught sight of a petite blonde in his peripheral vision. He might consider the attractive woman worth his full masculine attention if he’d met her in a bar, throwing back a shot of tequila with her friends. But here in a hospital, holding a patient file in her hands? All bets were off.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “I’m Anna Reynolds.”

  Was he supposed to know her?

  She must have sensed his confusion b
ecause she added, “I’m the social worker assigned to your case.”

  Just the words social worker and case were an unsettling reminder of the years he’d spent in foster care and enough to stop him dead in his tracks. The only reason he’d stepped up and claimed paternity was to keep the tiny girl out of the system.

  The woman—Anna, Ms. Reynolds or whatever he was supposed to call her—offered him a warm smile, no doubt meant to disarm him. “It’s standard procedure.”

  For whom? The hospital? Or for the state of Texas?

  He clutched the plastic handle and pulled the carrier close to his side, as if he could prevent anyone from taking the newborn away from him, his grip as tight as his gloved hand once held the braided leather rein on the back of a bronc charging out of a bucking chute.

  “I’ll be stopping by your house regularly for a while,” she said.

  Again with the smile. He had to admit it was a nice one. A pretty one. Under any other circumstances, he would look forward to having regular visits from the attractive blonde. But not when he knew she’d be checking up on him. Not when she had the power to remove little Jessica from his home.

  And how weird was that? He was scared spitless to take custody of a child, a newborn, no less. Yet at the same time, he was hell-bent on keeping that baby safe.

  And far, far away from Kenny Huddleston, the man responsible for her mother’s death.

  Following Kenny’s brutal assault, Beth had gone into premature labor and later died of a brain bleed.

  He wondered if the court had ordered the social worker’s involvement. “Does this have anything to do with Beth?”

  “No, it doesn’t. Although I’m sorry for your loss.”

  Nate nodded, accepting the condolences, although he couldn’t actually say he was grieving for Beth. Not that he didn’t care. He did. But he was more saddened by the child’s loss of her mother.

  In truth, he really hadn’t known Beth all that well. If he had, if they’d been closer, he might have been able to talk her out of going back to Kenny and marrying him. Or, at least, he might have convinced her to leave the guy before that fatal beating.

  “The hospital sends me out to check on the families of preemies or seriously sick babies,” the social worker added. “The parents usually have a lot of questions and concerns when they take their little ones home after a stay in the NICU.”

  She had that right. He’d be stressed and concerned even if Jessica had been born the size of a teenager. He glanced at the tiny girl, who didn’t look a thing like him. But then again, she really didn’t resemble Beth, either.

  When he returned his gaze to Ms. Reynolds, he tried to manage a disarming smile of his own. “I won’t be taking her home right away. We’re going to stay on the ranch where I work. I’ll have plenty of help there.”

  “That’s good. I’m glad you’ll have some support.” She opened the file she was holding and jotted down a note.

  What had she written? Was it something about his judgment, his competency, his ability to parent?

  If she weren’t so pretty—and if she didn’t have any power over him—he wouldn’t even consider making an excuse to escape her attention.

  “I understand that you were recently granted custody,” she said.

  It had taken a few days to get that ironed out, thanks to the help of an attorney, an overworked foster system and his friend’s connections.

  “The baby is mine,” Nate said. “I’m her...father.” At least that’s what Beth had claimed.

  Nate had his doubts, though. They’d only dated a short while. And the two times they’d had sex he’d used protection. If he had to guess, he’d say there was a far better chance that the child was Kenny’s.

  “Do we have the address of the place where you’ll be staying?” Ms. Reynolds asked.

  “Yep. You sure do. Are you familiar with the Rocking Chair Ranch?”

  “I’ve heard about it. From what I understand, it’s a home for retired cowboys.”

  Nate nodded his agreement.

  “What’s your connection with the place?” she asked.

  Would she find him lacking if he admitted to being a ranch hand, to just being a cowboy? Maybe, but she was going to find out soon enough. “I’m employed there.”

  “What kind of work do you do at the retirement home?” she asked.

  “The Rocking C is also a working cattle ranch.” Nate glanced down at the sleeping infant in the carrier. “I guess it’s going to be a nursery now, too.”

  Again the social worker smiled, reminding him of sunshine, warm breezes, spring flowers and all that was right in the world. But things were far from right. Even before this, his once-stellar career had been shot to hell.

  And now he was going to be...a father.

  “Are you a cowhand?”

  He hoped she didn’t have any objections to that line of work, although he couldn’t rest on his laurels any longer, so he didn’t tell her what he used to do, what he couldn’t do any longer.

  “My grandfather had a couple of friends who are living there, so they put in a good word for me. But don’t worry. I can support a baby. I’ve also managed to sock some cash away.”

  At that she glanced up, her brow furrowed. “I’m not concerned about that. Of course, if you had any financial concerns, I could give you a few referrals to social services.”

  He’d rather die than rely on someone else’s generosity ever again. “I won’t need anything like that.”

  She smiled and gave a little shrug. “That’s good to know, but I’m just a phone call away.” She glanced down at her paperwork. “I assume we have your number.”

  “Yep.” He nodded at the file in her hand. “It’s all there. But you might want to make a note that the cell phone reception on the Rocking C is almost nonexistent, so if you need to get a hold of me, you’d better call the ranch office.”

  “All right.” Again she glanced down at the open file in her hands.

  When she looked up, Nate noticed the unique color of her eyes. They were a honey brown. He supposed you’d call them hazel, with specks of gold and green.

  But it doesn’t matter what color the social worker’s eyes are.

  He returned his focus to the baby and a sudden need to escape what felt more like an inquisition than helpfulness. “Well, I hate to cut this short, but I have to get out of here. She eats every hour or two, so I want to get back to the ranch before she needs another bottle.”

  “Do you mind if I walk you out?” Ms. Reynolds asked.

  Actually, he could use all the support he could get. And if she were anyone else, he’d let her catch a ride all the way to the ranch. But she wasn’t someone who could help.

  Still, even though he felt compelled to duck out of the hospital and leave her in his dust, he nodded his agreement, accepting what he couldn’t change.

  After they both removed the disposable covering the NICU visitors had to wear over their clothing, as well as the goofy-looking paper booties that went over their shoes, Nate and the attractive social worker exited, leaving the safety of the incubators and nursing staff behind.

  As they walked along the corridor to the elevator, the soles of his boots created an interesting harmonic cadence with the click of her heels.

  “It’s a big day,” she said. As if noticing the worry that was probably etched on his face, she glanced at the baby and added, “Taking home a newborn for the first time can be both exciting and a little unnerving.”

  He wouldn’t say it was exciting, but it was certainly unsettling enough to make the toughest cowboy quake in his Tony Lamas. Rather than admit to any uneasiness, let alone a fear of failure, he didn’t respond either way.

  Thankfully, she let the subject drop as they rode the elevator down to the lobby. Once they’d walked out t
he double glass doors and stepped onto the hospital grounds, the sun was shining warm and bright. The birds chirped overhead, and the water fountain bubbled and gurgled as if it was a perfect Texas afternoon, but Nate knew better. He looked down at the sleeping infant. How could something so small cause so many uncertainties?

  “Do you need any help getting that carrier into its base?” she asked.

  “No, I’ve got it.”

  “Okay, then I’ll let you go. I have a home visit to make.”

  So he wasn’t her only... Her only what? Patient? Client? Case? Either way, that was a bit of a relief.

  “Thanks for your concern,” he told her. “I’m sure we’ll be just fine, Ms. Reynolds.” He hoped his assurance worked, even though it was a line of bull.

  She extended a manicured hand to him. “Please call me Anna.”

  His grip was gentle, but he couldn’t help comparing the softness of her skin to his work-roughened calluses.

  The afternoon sunlight danced upon the long, white-gold strands in her hair, tempting him to touch it, to watch it slip through his fingers and...

  He shook off the inappropriate thought. Anna Reynolds was a beautiful woman, no doubt. In another world, in another life and time, he would have tried to wine and dine her, to date her and see where that might lead.

  But even if they were now on a first-name basis, there was no way he’d think of the social worker assigned to his case in a romantic way.

  Not when she had the power to take Jessica away from him and place the tiny, fragile baby in foster care.

  * * *

  Two days later, after leaving the Brighton Valley Medical Center, Anna made the forty-five-minute drive to the outskirts of Wexler, where the Rocking Chair Ranch was located. Her GPS told her she was getting close, but the actual driveway wasn’t clear.

  When she spotted a small mom-and-pop grocery store along the way, she stopped to purchase a bottle of water and a granola bar.

  “How’s it goin’?” the friendly clerk asked as she totaled the sale.