Three Reasons to Wed
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“Why Daddy Should Marry” by Breanna, Milly and Tina
1. It’s been long enough.
2. He looks cute when he plays dress-up with us.
3. We want a mommy—now!
In Cedar River, Grady Parker’s a “catch.” But on his ranch, he’s just “Daddy.” His three little daughters are all the females he needs...until Marissa Ellis moves in next door. He and his late wife’s best friend never agree on anything—but attraction!
Marissa fulfills her promise to love her goddaughters, but their sexy cowboy daddy is off-limits. She can’t—won’t—step into her best friend’s shoes and husband’s bed, no matter how tempting he is, or how cozy his family. But three darling little girls can be awfully persuasive...
He looked downright irresistible.
Propped alongside his daughters in their bed, he was engaged in his nightly ritual of bedtime. The girls were sleepy as he read them a story.
Marissa took a moment to look at him, so handsome, so sexy.
She just stepped into the room when one of the girls said, “Daddy, we’ve been thinking.”
“Thinking about what?” Grady asked.
“That we’d like to have a new mommy,” she announced, so innocent it tugged at Marissa’s heart. “And if you married Marissa, she’d be our new mommy.”
The room was so quiet you could hear the proverbial pin drop. That’s all Marissa could think of as the child’s announcement echoed around the room.
Then blood rushed from her face and she gave a tiny gasp. Grady’s neck snapped around and he looked at her. Stared at her. Through her. Into that place she allowed only him.
She waited for him to gently tell his daughter that it was impossible. That people only got married when they were in love.
What he said made her heart pound...
* * *
The Cedar River Cowboys: Riding into town with romance on their minds!
Dear Reader,
Welcome to Cedar River, South Dakota!
Also, welcome to my eighth book for Harlequin Special Edition, Three Reasons to Wed.
I’ve always owned and loved horses, since they go hand-in-hand with cowboys. I’m delighted I can share my new series with you and tell the stories of the men and women who live in and around this small town, which sits in the shadow of the Black Hills.
You may have briefly met the hero, Grady Parker, in one of my previous books, Claiming His Brother’s Baby. The widowed single dad definitely isn’t looking for love, despite his mom’s matchmaking efforts. But when Marissa Ellis returns to town, the handsome rancher suddenly begins to see her as more than an old friend. Of course, the path to love is rarely smooth sailing, and Grady and Marissa’s relationship is no exception, especially with an interfering mother, three adorable little girls and a long-kept secret that will surely surprise everyone.
I hope you enjoy Three Reasons to Wed, and I’d like to invite you back to Cedar River very soon for my next book, featuring Grady’s brother, Brant.
I adore hearing from readers and can be reached by email, Twitter and Facebook, or sign up for my newsletter via my website at helenlacey.com. Please visit anytime, as I love talking about my pets, my horses and, of course, cowboys, and I also share news about upcoming books in my latest series for Harlequin Special Edition, The Cedar River Cowboys!
Warmest wishes,
Helen Lacey
Three Reasons to Wed
Helen Lacey
Helen Lacey grew up reading Black Beauty and Little House on the Prairie. These childhood classics inspired her to write her first book when she was seven, a story about a girl and her horse. She loves writing for Harlequin Special Edition, where she can create strong heroes with a soft heart and heroines with gumption who get their happily-ever-after. For more about Helen, visit her website, helenlacey.com.
Books by Helen Lacey
Harlequin Special Edition
The Prestons of Crystal Point
The CEO’s Baby Surprise
Claiming His Brother’s Baby
Once Upon a Bride
Date with Destiny
His-and-Hers Family
Marriage Under the Mistletoe
Made for Marriage
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
For my lovely friend Kathi Hillier, One of the best people I know.
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
Epilogue
Excerpt from Abby, Get Your Groom! by Victoria Pade
Chapter One
Marissa Ellis pulled up outside her aunt’s house in Cedar River and switched off the ignition. The old home looked shabby and tired. Kind of like me. But she quickly pushed the thought aside. For the moment she had more important things to think about than her own complicated situation. Aunt Violet was recovering from a fall and would be in the hospital, then rehab, for at least a month. Which meant Marissa needed to be in South Dakota to look after the small ranch.
It was the least she could do for the great-aunt who had taken her in following the death of her mother when Marissa was twelve. She’d spent six years living on the ranch. Until she’d finished high school. Until a scholarship meant college. After college, there was an internship at one of the most successful advertising agencies in New York, followed by five years of fourteen-hour days and multimillion-dollar deals. And then there was her husband. Who quickly became her ex-husband.
Marissa shook herself. There was no point in reliving all that now. She was back...for good.
The small town sat in the shadow of the Black Hills. It was actually two towns—Cedar Creek and Riverbend—that were separated by a narrow riverbed and a bridge and with a total combined population of a few thousand. A century ago, both had served as the backdrop for a booming silver mining industry. The mines were mostly closed now, with just a couple used as tourist attractions, and finally, after years of negotiating between the local governments, the town would soon be renamed Cedar River.
Marissa didn’t really care what the town was called. She’d come back many times over the years—to see her aunt. To see her best friend, Liz. To see Liz’s three young daughters. And then to attend Liz’s funeral.
Never to see Grady.
He didn’t like her anyhow. And since Liz’s death nearly two and a half years earlier, Grady’s disinterest in Marissa had amplified tenfold. Oh, he was polite and respectful and allowed her to see the girls, but he never encouraged her interactions and always seemed relieved each time she left to return to New York. But now she was back for good.
Her great-aunt’s place was right next door to Grady’s ranch, which meant she would have the opportunity to see her goddaughters more regularly than if she decided to reside in town.
If Grady continued to allow it, of course.
She’d have to see him, talk to him and make arrangements. But first, there was a house to settle into and sleep to be had. Marissa got out of the car and grabbed her bag from the backseat. It was nearly dusk and she walked carefully up the pat
hway, mindful of the overhanging branches from trees and shrubs well past their last prune.
The house was clean but smelled musty, and she quickly placed her things into the spare room before she wandered through a few other rooms, opening windows to allow the fresh evening air to sweep through the place.
She made a cup of instant coffee and drank it black, since there was no milk in the refrigerator, and for dinner settled on the couple of cereal bars and the apple she had in her bag. Once she was done, she took a long shower and tumbled into bed around eight o’clock.
She tossed and turned before finally managing to get just a few hours’ sleep, which left her restless and a little irritable when she was roused around six o’clock the following morning by a strange noise, like rustling bushes, coming from the backyard. Getting out of bed, Marissa padded down the hallway and opened the door to the small mudroom off the kitchen, peering outside. Dawn was peeking over the horizon and she blinked a couple of times to adjust to the sunlight.
And that’s when she saw him.
Earl.
Grady’s two-thousand-pound Charolais bull was eating the geraniums in an overgrown flower bed by the fence. She quickly saw where he’d broken several of the fence palings to squeeze into the yard and let out an irritated sigh.
Marissa shut the door, trudged to her bedroom, grabbed her bag and took out her cell phone. She had the number on speed dial and it took about three rings for him to pick up.
“Marissa?” Grady’s deep voice wound up her spine like silk. “This is a surprise.”
She took a sharp breath. “Your bull is in my yard.”
“Your yard?” He was silent for a few seconds, but she could almost hear him doing that half-smile, half-frown thing he regularly did when they were around one another. “In New York?”
“At Aunt Violet’s,” she explained, her patience frayed.
He took another second to respond. “You’re back in town?”
“I’m back,” she replied quickly. “And your bull is eating the garden.”
More silence. Marissa’s skin prickled. Only Grady could do that to her. Only Grady could wind her up so much she wanted to scream. At eighteen she’d had a fleeting infatuation in him...but then he started dating her best friend and everything changed. It had to. Liz meant more to her than some silly high school crush. And when Liz and Grady got married, she stood beside her friend as her maid of honor and wished them every happiness for the future. And she’d meant it. Her own feelings were forgotten and she’d kept a handle on them for fourteen years. And she always would. No matter how much his deep voice stirred the blood in her veins.
Grady Parker was off-limits.
And he always would be.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
The phone clicked and she took a long breath. Then she raced around like a madwoman looking for clothes to wear that covered more than her short cotton nightdress. Minutes later she was dressed in jeans and a bright red T-shirt and quickly ran a brush through her long blond hair before she hooked it up into a ponytail. She ignored the contact lenses case on the bathroom shelf and pushed her glasses onto the bridge of her nose. By the time she grabbed her cell and shoved it into her pocket, she heard a vehicle pull up outside.
Grady...
Marissa swallowed hard and headed for the front door. She spotted his truck and horse trailer in the driveway and felt the tension knot the back of her neck. She wiped her clammy hands over her hips and opened the screen door.
Seconds later he was out of the truck and walking up the path. Swaggering, really. With the kind of innate confidence of a man who knew exactly who he was. Grady Parker had always possessed that same self-assurance, even in high school. In jeans that rode low on his hips, a black shirt that stretched across broad shoulders, boots and a trademark Stetson, he made a striking image. He was about six foot two and as handsome as sin, with glittering blue eyes, dark hair and a whisker shadow on his jaw. He was cowboy through and through. With old-fashioned good manners and integrity.
But Marissa had no illusions about her relationship with Grady. It was tense, and always had been. When Liz was alive, Marissa had had her friend as a buffer. Now...there was nothing. Just raw, complicated tension that seemed to spring up with a will of its own every time they were within twenty feet of one another. He stalled about five feet from the bottom step and looked up at her, hands on his lean hips. They stared at one another for a moment, and as always her nerves sizzled.
“Hello, Marissa.”
“Good morning.”
He looked at the Volvo sedan parked in the driveway and raised a brow. “New York plates. You drove here?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
His head tilted a little. “Have you seen Miss Violet?”
“I was at the hospital yesterday afternoon,” she said, unmoving. “Thank you for taking care of things until I got here.”
It was Grady who’d discovered Aunt Violet had fallen and broken her leg. Grady who’d got her to the hospital and stayed with her until she was out of surgery. And Grady who’d called Marissa to let her know her great-aunt needed her.
He shrugged. “No problem.”
“I got here as soon as I could.”
“I wasn’t expecting you.”
She straightened her back. “I told you I’d be here,” she said stiffly. “I just needed a few days to sort some things out. I was coming back anyway.”
“Really? For what?”
“To see my aunt,” she said quietly. “And the girls.”
At the mention of his daughters, his shoulders twitched. “Well, they always like to see you.”
His words should have warmed her. But they didn’t. Because there was a bucket load of resentment in them. Marissa pushed back her shoulders and stared at him. “Well, they’ll be able to see as much of me as they like from now on.”
He tilted his hat back. “They will? Why is that?”
“Because I’m staying.”
“Staying?”
Marissa experienced a tiny surge of triumph. He looked as if it was the last thing he wanted to hear. “Yes. I’m home...for good this time.”
* * *
I’m home for good.
It wasn’t what Grady wanted to hear. Not ever. Marissa Ellis was the last person he wanted living in Cedar River. Or living next door!
For a long time she’d been living in New York. Out of sight. Out of mind. Just how he liked it. She’d turn up every now and then and he would deal with it because he had to. When Liz was alive, it had been easy—while Marissa visited, he stayed out of the way. Now it wasn’t so simple. She was godmother to all three of his daughters and he’d promised Liz he wouldn’t cut Marissa out of their lives. But he struggled with that promise whenever she returned.
Because once, long ago, he’d wanted to date her. Sure, it had been in high school. Before he was old enough to know better. She was dazzling back then...with blond hair and brown eyes and a captivating smile. At eighteen he’d been fueled by hormones and lusted after the most beautiful girl in school. But Liz had set him straight when he’d asked her if Marissa would go with him to prom. It was a roundabout way to ask for a date, but he was a guy with all the usual insecurities. Liz had made it clear that Marissa wasn’t interested. So he backed off and didn’t ask her, despite how much he’d wanted to. Then he’d started dating Liz. And once school finished, Marissa left for college and New York. She would return a couple of times every year for a visit and he’d completely put aside the niggling awareness he had whenever she was near. He married Liz, had a family and forgot about the fact that long ago he’d wanted to ask her out. Life had turned out exactly as it should have.
Until his wife died.
“For good?” He wondered if he sounded like the simpleton he felt.
“The divorce is final, then?”
“Yes. All done.”
She’d been married for only a couple of years. Grady had met her ex-husband twice. Once at the small wedding that had taken place in New York, when he and Liz had left the girls with his mother and flown in and out of the city in just a couple of days. The next time, Marissa brought him to Cedar River for Christmas. He was a suit, as dull and stiff as they came, and had looked down his nose at the town and everyone in it. He hadn’t come with her the next time she came back for a visit. A year later they were separated. Grady didn’t know the details and hadn’t asked. Miss Violet hadn’t said anything about it, either, so he figured the less he knew, the better.
“I’m sorry to hear it.”
She frowned at his words, as if he’d said something he shouldn’t have. “Don’t be,” she said quietly. “I’m glad it’s over. And I’m glad to be home.”
“I didn’t realize you still considered Cedar River home.”
Her shoulders straightened some more. “I was born here...raised here...just like you. And you seem to have adjusted to calling it Cedar River.”
He shrugged. “The merger is good for the town. And I know you were born here, Marissa...but I also know you left.”
He saw her expression narrow, and the glasses on the bridge of her nose fell a little. Funny, he never knew she wore glasses. For some reason it pleased him. He couldn’t figure why. Maybe because it made her less perfect. Vulnerable. Because he always felt as though he was under a kind of microscope whenever they were together. As though she was looking for flaws, some reason to dislike him. In a way he couldn’t blame her. Their relationship had always been brittle, and for a long time he’d wondered if she knew he’d wanted to date her back in high school and disliked him for it. Liz swore she’d never said anything about it, and he certainly believed his wife. But there was something between them, a kind of mutual resentment that went deeper than simple dislike. Because it wasn’t that he didn’t like Marissa. He just didn’t like to be around her. She put him on edge. And he didn’t know why.