by Mindy Neff
Shotgun Ridge, Montana, was founded in the 1800s by Addie Malone, a woman brave enough to take on five thieves and strong enough to tame the land around her. Now the town needed more women like Addie to rustle up its bachelors, make roots and keep Shotgun Ridge thriving. Four matchmaking old men were determined to help nature take its course, and this time they’ve decided Stony Stratton, town loner, would be the next bachelor to tie the knot.
‘‘Marry me.’’
Eden stared at Stony, heard the whinny of horses outside. ‘‘Excuse me?’’
‘‘I understand what you need,’’ he said quietly.
‘‘Marriage?’’ Eden’s head was suddenly spinning.
‘‘With stipulations. We’ll give the marriage six months. If you’re not pregnant by then, we’ll call it quits. Before you answer, though, there’s something I need to do.’’
‘‘Of course—’’
His gaze dropped to her mouth and her words dried up.
Oh, she thought. He meant he needed to do something right this very minute….
Dear Reader,
Come join us for another dream-fulfilling month of Harlequin American Romance! We’re proud to have this chance to bring you our four special new stories.
In her brand-new miniseries, beloved author Cathy Gillen Thacker will sweep you away to Laramie, Texas, hometown of matchmaking madness for THE LOCKHARTS OF TEXAS. Trouble brews when arch rivals Beau and Dani discover a marriage license—with their names on it! Don’t miss The Bride Said, ‘‘I Did?’’!
What better way to turn a bachelor’s mind to matrimony than sending him a woman who desperately needs to have a baby? Mindy Neff continues her legendary BACHELORS OF SHOTGUN RIDGE miniseries this month with The Horseman’s Convenient Wife—watch Eden and Stony discover that love is anything but convenient!
Imagine waking up to see your own wedding announcement in the paper—to someone you hardly know! Melinda has some explaining to do to Ben in Mollie Molay’s The Groom Came C.O.D., the first book in our HAPPILY WEDDED AFTER promotion. And in Kara Lennox’s Virgin Promise, a bad boy is shocked to discover he’s seduced a virgin. Will promising to court her from afar convince her he wants more than one night of passion?
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Associate Senior Editor
The Horseman’s Convenient Wife
MINDY NEFF
To Patricia Thayer Wright,
A wonderful writer and friend. Fate sat us next to each other at that very first conference. Friendship took it from there. Thanks, Pat, for the endless hours of plotting, the gab and the whine sessions, and for just being there.
And special thanks to Anita Lynn Gunnufson for your fabulous medical expertise!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Originally from Louisiana, Mindy Neff settled in Southern California, where she married a really romantic guy and raised five great kids. Family, friends, writing and reading are her passions. When not writing, Mindy’s ideal getaway is a good book, hot sunshine and a chair at the river’s edge with water lapping at her toes.
Mindy loves to hear from readers and can be reached at P.O. Box 2704-262, Huntington Beach, CA 92647.
Books by Mindy Neff
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
644—A FAMILY MAN
663—ADAM’S KISS
679—THE BAD BOY NEXT DOOR
711—THEY’RE THE ONE!~
739—A BACHELOR FOR THE BRIDE
759—THE COWBOY IS A DADDY
769—SUDDENLY A DADDY
795—THE VIRGIN & HER BODYGUARD~
800—THE PLAYBOY & THE MOMMY~
809—A PREGNANCY AND A PROPOSAL
830—THE RANCHER’S MAIL-ORDER BRIDE*
834—THE PLAYBOY’S OWN MISS PRIM*
838—THE HORSEMAN’S CONVENIENT WIFE*
Contents
Prologue
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
Prologue
Ah, things are progressing nicely with these stubborn cowboys—even if I do say so myself.
Ozzie Peyton gave a jaunty wink to the portrait over the fireplace and was fairly certain his sweet Vanessa winked back. The love of his life, she’d gone to the hereafter just last year, and it was a balm to his soul that she still spoke to him now and again to keep him on track and save the days and long nights from being so lonely. She didn’t approve of every little decision he made, but she was such a good woman about it.
She’d always been that way, and it was a crying shame they’d never been blessed with children of their own. Vanessa, a schoolteacher all her life, would have been the best of mothers.
Realizing he was digressing, Ozzie turned his attention back to his journal writing.
In our wildest dreams, Lloyd, Henry, Vern and me never dreamed things would turn out so good. We’re still takin’ our time so as not to make any rash or wrong moves. And so far so good. But as my Vanessa has told me, we can’t be takin’ over the good Lord’s job too much—even though I pointed out that we was just helpin’ since He is likely a busy man and could use the extra hand or two to lay the groundwork.
But here I go again, getting off the subject. That’s been happenin’ a lot lately. Maybe I ought to try me some of them new herbs that’re supposed to boost the brainpower.
Anyway, Wyatt and Hannah Malone are happy as all get-out and make the best family picture with that cute little boy of Hannah’s, Ian, and Hannah with her tummy all round with child. Not Wyatt’s seed, but his child nonetheless. That boy’s power to love just plum amazes me. And it especially touches my heart on account of Vanessa and me not having the pitter-patter of little feet in our own home.
And Ethan and Dora Callahan. There was a long shot if I ever thought of one. A preacher’s daughter and a playboy cowboy, whose carousing days actually did come back to bite him in the keister. But that baby girl, Katie…I tell you, she’s a cutie. And Dora, feisty little thing, just the match for Ethan. The boy never knew what hit him. ’Course when I heard about the puppy poop in the boots and the kitten hair in the hat, me and Vern and Henry and Lloyd had a bit of a pause. After all, a cowboy’s boots and hat are sacred. But ya just can’t get all het up over Dora and her taking in every stray animal and making those cute drawings of them that she sells to greetin’ card companies and the like.
So, now we’ve had us a good success with advertising for women in the magazines, and that bachelor auction that gave us all a new set of wiry gray hairs. But all turned out for the best. And we got plenty of women who’ve come to town and are thinking of stayin’.
Now that’s all well and good, but ya just never know what’ll happen if somebody drops the ball. That’s what me, Vern, Lloyd and Henry were just talkin’ about the other day.
And that’s how come we decided to give Stony Stratton a bit of a nudge. A nicer fellow you’d never meet. But he don’t know the value of his qualities. And that sweet little girl of his, just cryin’ out for a mama—not that Stony’s not doing a mighty fine job all on his own. But still, there’s work to be done here.
So when Lottie told us about Eden Williams’s problems, the boys and me couldn’t help but have our hearts ripping open and bleeding a bit at the shame of it all. Especially seeing as how our purpose is to show the men of Sh
otgun Ridge the merits of marriage and procreating, just like the Good Lord intended.
Vanessa wasn’t happy about that little lie we done told, but she’s a forgiving woman, and in the end I think she secretly believes we done right—she’s just got to keep up her fussin’ at me for appearance sake, and I sure do love her for that.
Besides, it was only one of them white lies…well, all right, it was dingy white with a bit of gray around the edges, but still, we got a responsibility to uphold, to our town and to our future.
We’ve laid the path. Now we just gotta hope old Stony Stratton will walk on down it. Especially when he hears exactly what Eden Williams wants—no, what she needs from him….
Chapter One
Stony Stratton leaned against the porch rail and watched the racy convertible spit dust beneath its tires as it barreled toward the ranch. In the paddocks, million-dollar Thoroughbreds lifted elegant heads, nostrils flaring, tracking the progress of the sporty car as it whizzed past stables, the round training pens and storage barns, then wheeled up the circular driveway toward the house.
Another interruption in a list of many, these past three days, Stony thought. Normally he was a pretty easygoing guy. But his life had suddenly turned upside down, and his frustration level was creeping up.
He still couldn’t believe his housekeeper had taken off on him the way she had. Lottie Driscol and her husband, Ray, had been with him for fifteen years. They’d cried with him when his grandmother had died and bolstered him during the two years of his disastrous marriage.
The woman was as sturdy as they came, had faced rattlers in the yard, blizzards, a skunk rooting in the kitchen pantry, bloody cowboys who’d tangled with an ornery stallion, and the death of a child, yet an accidental fire set to the kitchen curtains several days ago had sent her into a dither.
In a fit of dramatics, his steady, practical housekeeper had packed her bags, claiming she needed a vacation, and had abandoned him, taking her husband—who was their all-around handyman—with her. It was the damnedest thing. So out of character.
If he wasn’t so level-headed, he might think the townsfolk had somehow roped Lottie into their crazy conspiracy to marry off the bachelors of Shotgun Ridge. But that scenario didn’t seem to fit, and he’d already concluded he was fairly safe on that score.
Stony knew what he saw in the mirror every morning, and he didn’t kid himself. He didn’t have the looks his friends and neighbors, Wyatt Malone and Ethan Callahan, had. He was a big hulk, who communicated better with animals than he did with people.
And according to his ex-wife, there wasn’t much to recommend him as husband material. He caught himself reaching for his face but checked the action, feeling his gut tighten in a way it hadn’t in a long time.
He had no idea why he was thinking about the scheming geezers, other than the fact that he knew just about every vehicle in this part of Montana, and that fire-engine-red Mustang wasn’t one he recognized. Nor was the woman driving it.
‘‘Who’s that, Daddy?’’
With his gaze on the woman now alighting from the car, Stony held out his hand for his five-year-old daughter, Nicole.
‘‘Let’s go find out,’’ he said quietly. Stony rarely spoke above a strong murmur. He was a man who watched, listened.
He squinted against the sun and felt the scar at the side of his eye crinkle and fold in on itself. With Nikki’s hand swallowed in his huge palm, he tugged his white Stetson lower on his brow and gave Nikki’s dog a gentle command to stay.
The woman grabbed a guitar case from the back seat, turned in a circle to take in her surroundings, then smiled and moved forward, her right hand extended.
‘‘Hi. I’m Eden Williams. My aunt Lottie told me you were looking for a housekeeper.’’
Her aunt Lottie? Stony tipped his head in a nod and accepted her handshake. My God she was beautiful. No way would she do as a live-in housekeeper-nanny. Beauty and the beast didn’t cohabit well.
‘‘And this must be Nicole,’’ she said, dropping to one knee in front of the little girl while Stony was still trying to corral his heart.
‘‘Yep,’’ Nikki confirmed. ‘‘You talk funny.’’
‘‘Nikki,’’ Stony admonished gently.
‘‘Well, she does.’’
Eden laughed. ‘‘It’s my Texas accent. So, what do you think? Is it a good kind of funny or a weird kind?’’
Nikki considered for a minute. ‘‘Good kind. Did you know Lottie catched the curtains on fire?’’
‘‘Mmm, that’s sort of why I’m here.’’
‘‘Are you gonna catch the curtains on fire?’’
‘‘No, silly.’’ Her laughter was soft and genuine. ‘‘I’m here to take care of you and your daddy.’’
Ah, hell. He wished she hadn’t said anything in front of Nikki. Now he was going to have to come up with a good excuse for not hiring her and explain it to both the woman and his daughter.
‘‘What’s in there?’’ Nikki pointed to the gleaming rosewood case at Eden’s feet.
‘‘My guitar. I like to think I can carry a tune, and a little background music disguises the rough spots. Do you like to sing?’’
Nikki nodded. ‘‘My uncle Ethan—well, he’s not really my uncle, but sort of, you know?’’
Eden nodded and Stony realized he had yet to speak to her or take his gaze from her. Her auburn hair was long and straight, curling slightly at the ends, held back off her face by glittering butterfly clips. With her flared jeans and snug top, she looked a bit like a sixties flower child.
‘‘Anyway,’’ Nikki continued, ‘‘Uncle Ethan teached me numbers with the bottles of beer, but Daddy didn’t think it was ’propriate, so we had to do it with milk. Want me to sing it for you?’’
Before Stony could object, Eden nodded and Nikki belted out the first notes.
‘‘‘One bottle of milk on the wall, one bottle of milk, put one up and go back to the truck, and there’s two bottles of milk on the wall.’’’ She went through several more verses, holding out another finger each time to keep track of which number she was on.
‘‘That’s wonderful,’’ Eden said. ‘‘And ingenious to go forward rather than backward.’’ She stood and swayed slightly.
Stony immediately reached out to steady her. ‘‘Careful.’’ It was his natural instinct to protect—an ingrained trait.
‘‘Thanks.’’ Her smile knocked him straight in the solar plexus, and he told himself to get a grip. She didn’t need him to take care of her. The woman was looking for a job. That’s all she would want from him.
‘‘You have a beautiful place here.’’ She looked out at the ranch, but Stony kept his gaze on her. ‘‘Aunt Lottie said you’re a horse whisperer?’’
‘‘Trainer,’’ he corrected.
‘‘And in mighty tall cotton by the look of the place.’’
Tall…? Oh. Successful. He shrugged, not one to boast.
She gave him another soft smile, this one obviously for his modesty, and he noted twin dimples in her pale cheeks. Her coloring was different from that of skin simply kept out of the sun. The darkness beneath her eyes made him wonder if she’d been ill. And he had no business wondering about Eden Williams’s health.
‘‘Being family and all, I’m surprised you’ve never been out to visit your aunt and uncle.’’
‘‘Aunt Lottie’s a lot like your Nikki’s Ethan, I suspect. She was my mom’s best friend and lived close by throughout my growing up years. Not related by blood, but loved nonetheless.’’
‘‘Like me and Daddy,’’ Nikki said.
Eden looked from the little girl to him. Stony wasn’t in the mood to go into his background with a virtual stranger. She’d more than likely not be staying.
He cupped Nikki’s shoulder. ‘‘Nik, why don’t you take Rosie in and feed her.’’
‘‘Oh.’’ Nikki glanced at the dog, then her brows suddenly winged up. She lifted one of the black setter’s ears, whispered i
nto it, then dropped it back in place and straightened. ‘‘Okay. Rosie said she’s hungry. Come in and see my room, Eden.’’ Full of energy, she took off like a shot, bounding up the porch steps with the dog on her heels.
‘‘She’s a doll baby,’’ Eden said.
‘‘Yes.’’ And up to something, he thought with an inward sigh. He’d seen it in the sparkle of her eye. ‘‘How long have you been in town?’’
‘‘Not long. I came when Aunt Lottie called.’’
He saw her glance away. It was a subtle shift, but he was trained to notice nuances. Being raised by a deaf grandmother who’d communicated with gestures and expressions made him sensitive to the actions of others. It’s what gave him an edge with the animals and made him who he was.
He wondered what Eden Williams was hiding.
‘‘Lottie called you?’’
‘‘Mmm. She really hated to leave you in the lurch.’’
Stony nearly snorted, but merely frowned instead. He didn’t recall Lottie seeming all that concerned when she’d been pressing her hand to her bosom and imitating a drama queen.
‘‘So…you just came out? No questions asked? You don’t have another job waiting for you back in Texas?’’ Lottie had left three days ago. Eden would have had to react immediately, dropping everything to get to Montana to take her aunt’s place.
‘‘Actually, I did ask a few questions,’’ she said softly, her green eyes focusing on him with what appeared to be hope and trust. She didn’t elaborate on what those questions had been, and Stony found himself suddenly and inexplicably curious.
‘‘As for my job,’’ she continued, ‘‘I’m partners in a catering business. But I needed time off.’’
Obviously that runs in the family, he thought. ‘‘Why?’’
There it was again. That subtle skittering of her eyes, a blink.
‘‘I just needed time for me. I’ve been so caught up in work I hadn’t realized I’d neglected some personal things that are important to me. Aunt Lottie suggested I come to Shotgun Ridge, that it would be a nice change of pace.’’