Secretly Hers (Sterling Canyon)
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Praise for In the Cards
“Infused with . . . fresh detail. Between the sweetness of the relationship and the summery beach setting, romance fans will find this a warming winter read.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Fans will love the frank honesty of her characters. [Beck’s] scenery is richly detailed and the story engaging.”
—RT Book Reviews
“[A] realistic and heartwarming story of redemption and love . . . Beck’s understanding of interpersonal relationships and her flawless prose make for a believable romance and an entertaining read.”
—Booklist
Praise for Worth the Wait
“[A] poignant and heartwarming story of young love and redemption [that] will literally make your heart ache . . . Jamie Beck has a real talent for making the reader feel the sorrow, regret, and yearning of this young character.”
—Fresh Fiction
Praise for Worth the Trouble
“Beck takes readers on a journey of self-reinvention and risky investments, in love and in life . . . With strong family ties, loyalty, playful banter, and sexual tension, Beck has crafted a beautiful second-chances story.”
—Starred review, Publishers Weekly
Praise for Secretly Hers
“[I]n Beck’s ambitious, uplifting second Sterling Canyon contemporary . . . Conflicting views and family drama lay the foundation for emotional development in this strong Colorado-set contemporary.”
—Publishers Weekly
ALSO BY JAMIE BECK
In the Cards
The St. James Novels
Worth the Wait
Worth the Trouble
The Sterling Canyon Novels
Accidentally Hers
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Text copyright © 2016 Jamie Beck
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.
Published by Montlake Romance, Seattle
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ISBN-13: 9781503936225
ISBN-10: 1503936228
Cover design by Laura Klynstra
Cover photography by Regina Wamba of MaeIDesign.com
For Katherine. I’m sorry I can’t bring Trip to life for you, but I can make his story yours.
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
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Excerpt: Unexpectedly Hers
About the Author
Chapter One
Kelsey adjusted her plastic tiara and entered Sweet Cakes bakery, smiling. Her niece, Fiona, clutched the cheap satin skirt of Kelsey’s Sleeping Beauty costume with one hand while the other waved a bejeweled princess wand through the air.
The child’s blond curls bobbed as she bounced on her toes, her pale blue eyes—the same icy color as her own princess costume—twinkled as she studied the rows of cupcakes behind the glass display case.
Kelsey could practically hear the Ballard sisters raising their eyebrows as they snickered in the corner. It wasn’t the first time Kelsey had been ridiculed in the tiny Rocky Mountain ski town of Sterling Canyon, and she doubted it would be the last. Not that she cared one whit about other people’s opinions of her or of her tendency to go overboard for the people she loved.
And there were few people she loved as much as she loved Fee. So if Fee wanted them to dress up as princesses on her fifth birthday, then Kelsey would happily grant her wish.
“Priiiiin-cess Fee-yoh-na,” she announced, “which do you prefer: chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?”
“All of them!” Fee pressed her little nose against the glass before glancing upward, shamelessly batting her lashes. “Please, Aunt Kelsey.”
Kelsey grinned even though she could hear her older sister, Maura’s, exasperated voice echoing in her mind. If she hadn’t come from my body, I’d swear Fee was your daughter. The thought prompted both a surge of pride and a pang of jealousy. She and Fee did look and act like mother and child, but they were not.
Kelsey ached to be a mother, but today she’d content herself with being the best darn aunt this side of the Mississippi. Tomorrow she’d heed her panicky biological clock and resume her search for a happily-ever-after with someone worthy, whoever he turned out to be.
“All three?” Kelsey pretended to carefully consider the idea. “Sprinkles, too, I suppose?”
“Oh, yes!” Fee jumped twice.
“Okay, pumpkin.” Kelsey fingered Fee’s curls. “But don’t tell your mom I gave you three cupcakes, or this will be our last princess birthday.”
Kelsey could imagine Maura lecturing her about healthy habits, but spoiling Fee was an advantage of being an aunt.
Kelsey paid for the small box of cupcakes then considered her surroundings. She didn’t regret coming to town midweek, dressed like a buffoon, but she didn’t need to prolong the spectacle, either. After all, she had current and future clients to consider. Her real estate business was taking off, and she intended to keep it that way. Contrary to most people’s opinions, being blond, buxom, and big-hearted didn’t make her stupid. Kelsey understood that faux-crystal-embroidered costumes did not scream “professional.”
“Shall we take these home to eat?” She affected a British accent. “We can dine on the balcony and preside over our royal subjects.”
“And watch for Prince Charming!” Fee twirled on one foot, her wand once more slicing through the air.
“Oh, honey, I think Prince Charming and all his brothers have fled the land.” She grinned at Fee’s pout. “But never fear! We princesses will take control of our own destinies.”
Fee’s forehead creased in confusion as they departed the store. I know. Prince Charming does have his benefits.
Kelsey lifted the hem of her gown, focusing on her stiletto-clad feet while descending the two steps leading to the sidewalk of the old silver mining town, with its one-hundred-thirty-year-old Victorian buildings nestled in the shadows of the San Juan mountain range. Her gaze remained fixed on the rhinestone ankle clasps of her awesome new shoes until she collided with Trip Lexington and stumbled backward.
“Gotcha.” Trip’s hands gently squeezed her waist until she wriggled free. To her irritation, her pulse sped up when his cool green eyes sparkled with amusement and testosterone.
At least he’d caught her before she landed on her butt.
The box of cupcakes? Not so lucky. “Sorry.” She tipped up her chin and, once more, straightened her loosened tiara.
She expected Fee to wail over the smashed goodies, but her niece’s gaze seemed riveted on Trip, who was a stranger to Fee.
Oh, dear. She really is just like me. Kelsey shook her head, knowing the wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve romantic mentality would
probably hurt Fee one day, just as it had stung Kelsey over and over again.
Fee’s eyes widened; her little cheeks pinked up, too. Nearly breathless, she said, “Look, Aunt Kelsey! Prince Charming!”
Trip shot Kelsey another curious look before facing Fee. “At your service, little lady.”
Of course, Trip did look like Prince Charming and Adonis rolled into one, with a hefty dash of feral vitality thrown into the mix.
At six-foot-three, he towered above her. Glossy, dark hair contrasted with his sea green eyes, complementing his chiseled cheekbones and nose. Trip’s clean-shaven face—a rarity among the mountain men in town—allowed admirers to appreciate his strong, masculine jaw and sensual lips, which seemed to be set in a permanent smirk. And if physical perfection weren’t enough, years of skiing steep and deep in the backcountry had given him an athlete’s swagger.
Yes, when Trip Lexington passed any woman between the ages of eighteen and eighty, her ovaries sang with more worship than the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. The problem with that was the fact that he knew it. Worse, he used it to his advantage.
He’d been in town for only eight months and, if rumors were true, had already slept with most of its single women. But not with Kelsey. Although they had been thrown together socially because his business partner, Grey, was dating Kelsey’s best friend, Avery, until now their interaction had consisted of a mixture of lighthearted antagonism and false flirtation.
Just as well, she supposed. She was hunting husband material—a man who wanted a wife and children. Trip was not that man, and even she wasn’t so stupidly romantic as to believe she could change him. Besides, she’d already wasted too much time chasing after Grey before he’d fallen for Avery. The last thing she needed to do was get mixed up with Trip, even if he did have more raw sex appeal than any man she’d ever met.
His gaze roamed Kelsey from head to toe, quickly but appreciatively. He inclined nearer, murmuring, “Funny, but I’ve always seen you as more of a Jessica Rabbit type than a Sleeping Beauty.”
His hot breath brushed against her ear, sending tingles tumbling down her neck like fairy dust. Kelsey gripped her hips to silence the chorus coming from her own set of traitorous ovaries. Before she could manage an answer, Fee chimed in, flashing a giddy smile and spinning on her toes. “We’re princesses!”
Trip smoothly turned to Fee, removed his cowboy hat, and produced an exaggerated bow. “It’s an honor, your highness. What brings you to town when you look dressed for a ball?”
“My birthday.” Fee stretched her arms wide apart, wiggling her wand.
“Ahh.” He grinned. “And how old are you?”
Kelsey bent over to retrieve the fallen box of cupcakes, pretending not to watch the scene unfolding on the sidewalk. Always flip with women, Trip’s apparent ease with children took Kelsey by surprise.
“Five.” Fee began swinging her body from side to side, one hand delicately holding up part of her skirt. Little flirt.
“Might I inquire as to your name, which I’m certain will be as lovely as you.” Trip smiled, and Kelsey had to hide a grin at the effort he made to speak in a princely manner.
“Fiona,” squeaked the rapt voice.
“Princess Fiona, my name is Gunner Lexington the third, but everyone calls me Trip.”
Fee giggled. “Do you fall a lot?”
“Never!” Trip knelt on one knee, palm splayed against his chest, facial expression exaggeratedly horrified. “Not even from the tallest mountains.” Then he flashed a genuine smile. The kind of smile that could coax Kelsey into believing there was more to him than he let people see. In other words, a lethal smile. “Yet I may have just fallen for you.”
Fee swooned. Yes, swooned before asking, “Will you marry me?”
Kelsey grinned at Fee’s bold question until Trip’s smirking face spun toward her as he said, “My, you’re training her early.” He then returned his attention to Fee. “I wish I could. But by the time you grow up, I’m sure you’ll think me an old toad.”
“How old are you?” Fee tilted her head, eyes narrowed.
“Too old, I’m afraid.” He stood up again and grinned.
“Then marry Aunt Kelsey.” Fee’s delighted expression proved she believed she’d just solved a crisis. “She’s old, too!”
“Fee!” Kelsey sputtered.
Trip burst into laughter. “Positively ancient, I agree.”
Fee stared at him with one of her darling puzzled expressions until he controlled himself.
“In lieu of a wedding ring, may I buy you a birthday cupcake or cookie?” he finally asked.
“Three!” Fee clapped.
Trip’s brows rose as he glanced at Kelsey. “Three?”
“Does Prince Charming object to indulging his beloved princess?” Kelsey tilted her head, tsk-tsking. “Stingy princes always get banished, no matter how charming.”
Trip looked as if he had a snarky retort beating against his teeth, but he must’ve bitten it back for Fee’s sake.
“Quite right. Three cupcakes it is.” He held out his elbow, but had to crouch so Fee could grab hold of him. “Lead the way, Princess Fee.”
Kelsey followed them inside, fighting against her heart’s pitter-pattering as she watched Trip delight her niece. Five minutes later, they exited Sweet Cakes again, this time without any clumsiness.
Trip bent down, raised Fee’s hand to his lips, and kissed it. “I hope I see you again.”
Fee looked at Kelsey. “When you and him get married, can I be the flower girl and wear this dress?”
Convinced her cheeks must look like overly ripened tomatoes, Kelsey brazened on. “When we get married, pigs will fly and you can wear whatever you want. You can even ride a unicorn right down the aisle. Now, we’d better get going soon, or we won’t have time for tea before I have to take you home.” Collecting herself, she glanced at Trip and pretended no part of her felt wistful about their illusory nuptials . . . or wedding night. “See you around.”
“Princess Kelsey, I’ll be counting the minutes.” He bowed before sauntering away, whistling as he went.
Kelsey dragged her gaze from his butt and grasped Fee’s hand. “By the way, thirty’s not old, Fee. It’s mature!”
Perfectly mature, she thought, despite the fact that she was strolling through the dusty streets of town wearing a pink costume.
Three blocks away, Trip meandered toward home wearing a smile on his face. Kelsey’s typical wardrobe revealed a lot more flesh than that ridiculous costume, yet watching her play dress-up with her niece held a unique, if baffling, appeal. And little Fiona! She promised to be more of a terror to men than her aunt, whom he and his soon-to-be partner, Grey, had nicknamed Boomerang due to the stalker tendencies she’d exhibited when she first met Grey.
Admittedly, Kelsey’s rockin’ body had always intrigued Trip. A few rounds in bed with her might be worth the clinginess. Stacked, with a curvy ass and shapely legs, she was all woman. The way a woman should be built. Whiskey-colored eyes, a turned-up nose, and pouty lower lip enhanced her sex appeal. Her thick blond hair hung in loose curls down past her chest. The kind of hair you could wrap around your wrist and . . .
Trip shook his head, clearing his throat. Grey had warned him to steer clear of Kelsey, convinced Trip would hurt her, which he probably would. That kind of tension could stir up trouble between Grey and his girlfriend, Avery. So Trip had agreed.
At the time it hadn’t seemed like a big sacrifice—plenty of fish in the sea. Sometimes, though, he’d see Kelsey in town and find himself daydreaming about stripping her out of whatever tight dress—or loose-fitted costume—she was wearing . . .
He stopped and shook his head again. Clearly he needed ski season to begin, which always brought a fresh influx of single women on vacation looking for a little short-term fun. Until then, he should probably steer clear of Kelsey. Shouldn’t be too difficult, considering the important business issues he and Grey had to address.
He strode into Bac
ktrax—the backcountry ski and mountain climbing expedition business in which he would soon be a partner—passing through the reception area and down the hall to the private office. “Grey, you back here?”
“Yeah,” Grey called.
Trip entered the windowless room to find his friend parked behind the computer with a lollipop sticking out of his mouth. Typical Grey.
Grey tossed a manila folder toward Trip. “These are the new partnership papers we need to sign once you get the money to buy into the company. How’s that coming?”
“Just got back from the bank. Still no deposit.” Trip sat in his chair and tipped his hat back, feigning confidence he didn’t quite feel. “Don’t worry, partner. I’ll get the money.”
“You asked me not to ask too many questions about your situation, but, if there’s a problem, you need to tell me before I settle with Andy’s insurer.” Grey kept his gaze locked on Trip.
Trip knew Grey wanted to settle his legal claims against Avery’s brother Andy—who’d driven while drunk and injured Grey last winter—quickly and for as little money as possible. In order to do so, Grey was relying, in part, on Trip’s promise. Failure to secure the funding wouldn’t just be a major disappointment to Trip and put Backtrax on shakier ground, it could wreak havoc on Grey’s personal life, too. “I’ll have the money, Grey. Soon.”
“Okay. Dealing with Wade Kessler’s hotel project was only one part of saving this business. Your investment is still key.” Grey glanced at his watch. “I’m going to pick up the van from the shop. Catch you later.”
“Sure.” Trip watched Grey leave and then he stared at the manila folder in his hands. He drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. Anxiety threaded through his chest, tightening it along with the muscles in his shoulders.
Dammit. He picked up the phone and dialed his father. “Hey, Dad.”
“Gunner, I’ve been waiting for your call.”
As always, love, resentment, and disappointment knotted in Trip’s stomach at the sound of his dad’s voice.