by Susan Crosby
USA TODAY bestselling author Susan Crosby brings you a story of complex family ties and a couple brought together by one adorable little girl in the newest installment of her Red Valley Rancher miniseries!
When Karyn Lambert appears on Vaughn Ryder’s doorstep, claiming to be his little girl’s aunt, he can hardly turn her away. Instead, the guarded rancher invites her to stay, and soon they’re engaged in a battle of the sexes, each trying to prove how good they are with little Cassidy…as well as fighting the raging attraction that blooms the instant Karyn steps over the threshold!
For years Vaughn has been focused only on being the perfect father. Now the bubbly personal shopper has taken hold of his heart, and he wonders if they might be able to create the perfect family for Cassidy—and each other. Not just out of blood connections—but out of true love….
He crouched, bringing himself eye to eye with her. “I thought you were going to bed.”
“I wanted to finish this first.”
He turned the pad around. “Is that how you see me?”
“Do you find fault with it?” Oh, he was so close. Close enough to steal a kiss before he could back away, if she dared.
“You make me look younger than I feel.”
“A little bit of gray at the temples doesn’t age you.” She brushed at the gray with her fingers, then let them drift over his ears and down his jaw.
He drew a quick breath. “We can’t do this,” he said roughly, capturing her hand, holding it.
“Do what?”
“Any of this. It’s too complicated. We barely know each other.”
He was right, of course. What had gotten into her? It would be crazy—
“When we have the test results and know what we’re dealing with, then we can make conscious, thought-out decisions,” he added.
“You talk too much, cowboy lawyer.”
He laughed softly and stood. It was obvious he wanted her. She hadn’t overestimated him, not in the sketch and not in her mind.
She didn’t want him to reject her, nor did she want to confuse their situation, so she got up from the chair and left, not looking back once, knowing he watched her, excited by the idea.
And hopefully leaving him wanting more.
RED VALLEY RANCHERS: Brothers who worked the land…side by side with the women they loved!
Dear Reader,
A Family, At Last is the second book in my Red Valley Ranchers series, and features another Ryder brother, Vaughn, who is about as opposite of my heroine as anyone can be. Does that stop them from falling in love, or do their differences enhance the relationship?
Since this is a romance novel, the answer is clear, but how they get there, how they learn to embrace each other’s differences, is the fun part. Plus, at the heart of the story is six-year-old Cassidy, who was doing fine with just her father but who blooms when Karyn Lambert comes into her life.
I love these kinds of transformations, whether adult or child. I hope you do, too.
Susan
A Family,
At Last
Susan Crosby
Books by Susan Crosby
Harlequin Special Edition
*The Bachelor’s Stand-In Wife #1912
***The Rancher’s Surprise Marriage #1922
*The Single Dad’s Virgin Wife #1930
*The Millionaire’s Christmas Wife #1936
∆The Pregnant Bride Wore White #1995
∆Love and the Single Dad #2019
§The Doctor’s Pregnant Bride? #2030
∆At Long Last, a Bride #2043
¤Mendoza’s Return #2102
*Husband for Hire #2118
*His Temporary Live-In Wife #2138
*Almost a Christmas Bride #2157
§§Fortune’s Hero #2181
ΩA Date with Fortune #2239
¶The Cowboy’s Return #2266
¶A Family, At Last #2290
Silhouette Desire
**Christmas Bonus,
Strings Attached #1554
**Private Indiscretions #1570
**Hot Contact #1590
**Rules of Attraction #1647
**Heart of the Raven #1653
**Secrets of Paternity #1659
The Forbidden Twin #1717
Forced to the Altar #1733
Bound by the Baby #1797
*Wives for Hire
∆The McCoys of Chance City
**Behind Closed Doors
***Back in Business
§The Baby Chase
¤The Fortunes of Texas:
Lost…and Found
§§The Fortunes of Texas:
Whirlwind Romance
ΩThe Fortunes of Texas:
Southern Invasion
¶Red Valley Ranchers
Other titles by this author available in ebook format.
SUSAN CROSBY
believes in the value of setting goals, but also in the magic of making wishes, which often do come true—as long as she works hard enough. Along life’s journey she’s done a lot of the usual things—married, had children, attended college a little later than the average coed and earned a B.A. in English. Then she dove off the deep end into a full-time writing career, a wish come true.
Susan enjoys writing about people who take a chance on love, sometimes against all odds. She loves warm, strong heroes and good-hearted, self-reliant heroines, and she will always believe in happily-ever-after.
More can be learned about her at www.susancrosby.com.
With gratitude to Mary & Jim Rickert and Mark Estes of Prather Ranch, who believe in running a
humane operation, because it’s good for the animals, the land and the people, and who were
so generous with their time and expertise.
And to my Lunch Bunch—
Lori, Nancy, Sheryl and Virginia. We’ve shared it all!
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 One
Karyn Lambert took yet another look at her rearview mirror. No doubt about it. She was being followed. Maneuvering her Beetle through heavy 6:00 p.m. traffic on Santa Monica Boulevard, she changed lanes—and so did the black SUV that had been tailing her since she’d left Disneyland an hour ago. And now, as she was pulling up at Sprinkles Cupcakes to pick up a well-earned red velvet treat, she had to make a decision. Go to the bakery’s cupcake dispenser as planned and see if the guy in the SUV followed—or lose him in traffic?
Karyn inched past the bakery. All the street parking was taken. She weighed the risk of the parking garage nearby and rejected it after another quick glance at her mirror. Headlights and Christmas lights created a dark, distinctive silhouette of the driver.
“Man Wearing Cowboy Hat, you are following the wrong girl.”
This was Karyn’s turf. She knew how to zip through the side streets of Beverly Hills
efficiently. It didn’t take her long to leave the SUV in the dust and make a quick retreat to her Hollywood duplex, its garage tucked in the rear. She’d never been so grateful for that privacy before.
Grabbing her packages, she rushed upstairs to her unit, let herself in and slammed the door shut. She left the lights off, set down her bags on the kitchen table, then waited in the dark for fifteen minutes, going from window to window, peering through the blinds. Finally she turned on the living room light and sat on the sofa, her legs bouncing. Why would someone follow her? In the land of Hollywood-star wannabes, she was the least likely person to stalk.
Then again, maybe it was her imagination, a fanciful notion of her overtired brain. It was six days before Christmas, hell week in her line of work. She was exhausted, so maybe her mind was playing tricks on her.
Of course. That had to be it.
Shrugging it off, Karyn headed for the kitchen. The doorbell rang.
She froze.
When it rang again she stealthily made her way to the front door and looked through the peephole. She hadn’t turned on her porch light, but she could make out the silhouette. A man in a cowboy hat.
“Ms. Lambert?” he asked through the door. “I know you’re there. I just want a few words with you.”
Not a snowflake’s chance in—
“Please. I’m a lawyer. I’m looking for your brother, Kyle.”
Stunned, she covered her mouth with her hand and took an involuntary step back.
“Turn your outside light on and look through the peephole. I’ll show you my identification.”
“Why do you want Kyle?” she asked.
A beat passed. “He’s not in trouble, Ms. Lambert, but I also don’t want to shout personal information through your door. I don’t need much of your time.”
She flipped on the porch light. “Prove who you are.”
His driver’s license told a basic story. Name, Vaughn Ryder. Six-foot-one, 180 pounds. Lean and rangy, she thought. Brown hair, blue eyes. Thirty-eight years old. Organ donor.
“What else have you got?”
He held up a business card. Under his name was a list: ranch and farm contracts, conservation easements, estate planning, water and power rights. His address said Ryder Ranch, Red Valley, California, with a P.O. box, phone numbers and an email address. She couldn’t begin to imagine what a cowboy lawyer would want of Kyle, but she was curious enough to invite him in.
Karyn opened the door then stared for a few seconds. He was a cowboy all right, from his black hat down to his fancy stitched boots. A pristine white dress shirt with silver snaps was set off with a gorgeous bolo tie of silver and black. His black jeans were snug—
Definitely a man. And truly a cowboy, apparently, who matched his business card.
“Want to pat me down?” he asked, humor in his voice.
She struggled to look him in the eye. “What?”
“For weapons? I’d like to speak to you privately, and if you need to check me for weapons before you’ll invite me in, I’m okay with that.” He held his arms out, his briefcase dangling from one hand.
She took a couple of steps back and gestured him indoors, feeling heat in her face at being caught eyeing him. “You’ve been following me since I left Disneyland,” she stated, noting his graying temples and the intensity of his blue eyes as he swept off his hat.
“Guilty. Actually, I’ve been behind you since you first left here this morning.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to get a sense of your life. You shop a lot.”
She laughed at the wonder in his voice, and it felt good, breaking the tension. “It’s what I do for a living. I’m a personal shopper.”
“That pays enough to make a living?”
“Are you implying that I make money some other way?” Ice coated her words. “I assure you everything I do is aboveboard.”
“My apologies,” he said with sincerity. “I didn’t mean to imply that. Ignorance, that’s all. May we sit?”
She sat, forgiving him for not understanding her business, which encompassed much more than shopping. Her task list was even longer than those written on his business card.
“Why do you need a sense of my life?” she asked. “You said you’re here about my twin brother.”
“What I have to say involves you, but primarily Kyle, and he’s the one I’d like to speak to first. I’ve been hunting for him but haven’t come up with an address.”
“You can’t....” Karyn’s throat burned as memories assaulted her. Hot, painful tears pressed at her eyes with such suddenness and force she barely managed to get words out. “You can’t find him because he died, Mr. Ryder. He was killed in combat three years ago in Afghanistan.”
She sat there for a moment, trying to tamp down the emotions that were still raw and unfiltered, even after all this time, but especially hard at Christmas. When she couldn’t pull herself together, she hurried to her bedroom, shutting the door, leaning against it before falling on the bed, not caring that a stranger sat in her living room.
* * *
Vaughn stood automatically, then sank slowly into the chair when he realized she wasn’t coming right back. Kyle Lambert is dead. Relief swept through him first. His life had just gotten much easier. Then he recalled the fresh grief in Karyn’s eyes. He couldn’t imagine losing any of his five siblings. The pain would be overwhelming.
Of course, none of it mattered at all if Kyle turned out not to be the man Vaughn was seeking—or even the right Kyle Lambert. But seeing Karyn’s curly light brown hair was its own kind of validation.
Unable to sit still, Vaughn wandered the room. A table was stacked neatly with wrapped Christmas presents, a color-coded tag on each one, but otherwise her apartment wasn’t decorated for the holiday. On the wall were numerous paintings, mostly landscapes and floral themes. When he looked closer, he noticed Karyn Lambert’s signature in the corner.
There were no photographs of any kind, not of people or places or events, which he found odd. Most women displayed pictures.
After a while a door clicked open. Karyn came into the living room, her eyes still damp. She was an attractive woman, not Hollywood-slim but nicely curved, more girl next door. Her height was a mystery because she was wearing very high heels. He’d noted her sexy walk all day as he’d followed her.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“I knew he was a marine, but I didn’t know he’d passed away. I should’ve waited for my private investigator to dig deeper when I was given Kyle’s name. He was out of the state on a job, and I was in a hurry to get results. I—I’m sincerely sorry for how I handled this.”
“Dig deeper for what, Mr. Ryder?” she asked.
“Vaughn, please. Ms. Lambert, I believe your brother may have fathered a child with Ginger Donohue six years ago.”
She dropped onto the sofa, her eyes wide. “Kyle has a child? A piece of him is still here?”
“It’s a possibility. Since we can’t do paternity testing with your brother, we can do relationship testing with you.”
“I’m an aunt? Please tell me about— What’s the child’s name?”
“Cassidy.” He pulled out his cell phone and brought up a photo.
“Oh.” Karyn ran her fingers over the screen, tears pooling in her eyes again. “She’s so beautiful.”
“Yes.”
“She kinda looks like Kyle.”
And you, he thought. “Does the name Ginger Donohue ring a bell, Ms. Lambert?”
She shook her head. “I don’t understand. Cassidy is six? Why would this woman wait so long to come forward?”
“Are you sure your brother didn’t know?” Vaughn asked.
“I’m positive. He would’ve been there for his daughter, no doubt about it.”
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bsp; “I don’t know why Ginger didn’t tell Kyle, since obviously he was alive for the first three years of Cassidy’s life.”
“So, something changed. Is it money? I was the beneficiary of Kyle’s death benefits, and I haven’t spent much of it. It should go to his daughter—”
Vaughn stopped her with a gesture. “Ginger walked out of Cassidy’s life two years ago.”
Karyn leaned back abruptly, staring at him but her gaze not really connecting, then a slow dawning of excitement came over her.
“When do I get to pick her up?” She looked around her space. “I’ll need a bigger place. Near a park. I’ll have to check out schools.” She smiled and looked directly at Vaughn. “Where is she now? When do I get her?”
He ignored her bubble of happiness. He had to. “If the testing confirms she’s Kyle’s daughter, you’ll meet her, of course, and be part of her life. But, Ms. Lambert, she won’t be living with you. I’ve been her father since the day she was born. I’m not giving her up.”
Chapter Two
“You’ve been her...father?” Karyn shook her head, confused. “I don’t— Did you know she wasn’t yours?”
He nodded. “Ginger was pregnant when we met, but we didn’t get married until Cassidy was a month old. The birth certificate lists the father as unknown.” Vaughn walked to her front window and looked out. “I asked for years to adopt Cass, but Ginger put me off. Then she left. That’s why I started the search for the biological father. I want to legally make her mine.”
Karyn’s mind spun as shock piled atop shock. She hardly knew what to think, except that this woman, Ginger, must be the epitome of femininity to attract both Kyle, a regular guy, and this Vaughn, who was a cut above. Apparently neither man had seen her for her true self.
“We ran into a lot of dead ends because so many years had elapsed,” Vaughn said, his back still turned to Karyn. “An old roommate of Ginger’s provided the name Kyle Lambert as a possibility. After that it was a matter of connecting the dots, but I’m still not sure it’s your brother. We had a name. There are others of the same name and age around the country. Do you know if he lived in San Francisco seven years ago?”