by Tina Leonard
“Carrie, look at me,” he said softly, and she looked up. Her heart instantly constricted as she saw a film of moisture in his eyes.
“I know you think that it’s all about duty for me, but that isn’t the reason I’m staying. I love you, Carrie. I think I told myself what I was feeling was affection, lust, whatever, to deny what I really felt. But it’s love. I know it because when I heard your voice over the radio today I’ve never been so afraid of losing someone in my whole life. I’d love you if there was no Crooked Valley. I’d love you if there was no baby, though it might have taken me longer to get here.” He smiled at her tenderly. “I think I knew that first night when I held you in my arms. Life as I knew it changed.”
Her lip wobbled anyway. “For me, too.”
“That’s good to hear. I was kind of hoping you were with me on the love thing.”
She nodded, and the tears in her eyes splashed over her lashes, trickling down her cheeks. “I was. I am.” She took in a shaky breath. “I fell in love with you and was sure you didn’t feel the same.”
“Don’t cry,” he whispered, letting go of her hands and wiping away the moisture with his thumbs. “No more crying. We’re going to do this thing together, got it? All of it. You, me, our baby, Crooked Valley—we’re going to be a family.”
She hiccuped out a small laugh. “You’re taking this boss thing a little seriously,” she teased, while a bubble of joy cautiously rose within her. “Are you still issuing orders, soldier?”
He shook his head, a smile quirking up the corner of his mouth. “I’ve learned you don’t take orders well,” he replied. His face turned more serious. “And you’re not in my chain of command, sweetheart. If you say yes, it’s a partnership all the way.”
Her pulse thrummed at the implication. “If I say yes to what?”
“Going on this journey with me. Building a life with me.” He leaned forward, and it felt as though her heart was surrounded by tiny little butterflies as he touched his forehead to hers. “Marrying me.”
She swallowed, her throat so thick with emotion she could only nod a little while her lips opened but no sound came out.
He leaned back a little so he could look into her face, and she knew she’d never seen anyone look at her that way before. As if she was the center of everything. Loved. Cherished.
“I couldn’t hear you,” he murmured, and she melted.
“Yes,” she said clearly. “Yes. To all of it.”
His fingers closed over her wrist and he tugged her off the chair and into his lap, holding her close. “That’s a relief!” His words came out in a rush. “I wasn’t sure I’d say it right. I have a habit of saying the wrong thing....”
“You always come around in the end,” she replied, kissing his cheek, curling into his embrace.
They sat that way for a few minutes when Carrie lifted her head. “Duke? What about Crooked Valley? I know you said you’re staying, but what about Lacey’s and Rylan’s shares? What are you going to do about that?”
He frowned. “I’m not sure, but there’s still time. I’ll figure it out.”
He said it with such confidence that she believed him.
Chapter Seventeen
Duke held Carrie’s hand firmly in his own when they left the office. They entered the kitchen and discovered it empty; everyone was sitting in the living room, enjoying the fire. Amber was awake now, playing Chutes and Ladders with her dad in the middle of the floor. Someone had turned on the Christmas tree lights, and the colorful glow plus the flickering fire made things perfectly festive.
Duke met Quinn’s gaze, saw Quinn’s eyes drop to where Duke’s hand was joined with Carrie’s and watched as a smile spread on his manager’s face.
“I’ll be damned,” Quinn said, chuckling.
“Daddy! That’s a dollar in the swear jar!” Amber’s hand paused on her playing piece as she looked up with a frown.
Everyone laughed at Quinn being brought to task by his daughter, her defiant lips at odds with her sweet, curly, blond pigtails. But it also drew their attention to Duke and Carrie, standing in the middle of the arch leading into the room.
“I think my big brother might have an announcement,” Lacey said, putting her cocoa mug down on the table.
Duke was used to being in difficult positions, but facing his family at Christmas and talking about feelings was more than a bit scary. Then Carrie turned her head, looked up at him and smiled encouragingly and the words just came.
“I just asked Carrie to marry me,” he said, not looking away from her gorgeous eyes. “And thank God, she said yes.”
He swore to himself then and there that he’d work every day to make sure she always looked at him the way she was looking at him right now. With love and trust and faith. He’d do everything in his power to make sure he didn’t break with those values.
A chorus of surprise rose from the group, with Amber jumping up from her blocks and clapping her hands. “Will you get to wear a dress and everything?”
Carrie nodded, a blush lighting her cheeks. He loved it when she blushed like that.
Duke let go of her hand briefly, squeezing her fingers first and giving her a questioning nod. She nodded back, so he went to where his mother was sitting and knelt beside her chair.
“Mom, I know we haven’t been that close in recent years, but I’d like that to change. And so I want to tell you first. You’re going to be a grandmother.”
Her lips dropped open in surprise. There was no question that the pregnancy was unplanned. He discovered he didn’t need his mother’s approval, but he wanted it just the same and he attempted to explain. “I know it feels rushed, but we...we just fell fast and hard. I love her.”
She patted his hand, a wistful smile on her lips. “It was like that for your father and me, too. I think I knew from the moment he asked me to dance. It seems you’re still your father’s son,” she joked tenderly.
Duke looked up at Carrie, his heart so full he wasn’t sure he could stand it.
Helen spoke again. “Duke, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy. That’s all a mother ever wants for her kids.”
“I am. Very.”
Helen smiled at Carrie. “Congratulations, then, and welcome to the family, dear.”
Lacey had remained fairly quiet during the whole announcement thing, but David filled the gap of silence smoothly. “I think this calls for a toast or something. Is there any of that cocoa left?”
The cocoa was reheated and everyone had a little in their mugs preparing to toast when the front door opened with a gust of wind and slammed shut again.
Duke went to the hall and stared at the sight before him—a tall man shaking the snow off his cowboy hat.
“Rylan!”
Rylan looked up, a sideways grin lighting his face. “Merry Christmas, bro,” he said.
“Duke? Who is it?”
Carrie voiced the question behind him. Duke reached back for her hand and pulled her forward, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “Carrie, meet my little brother Rylan. Rylan—meet the woman who’s going to make an honest man out of me and make you an uncle.”
The blank look on Rylan’s face made Duke laugh, and a feeling of perfect contentment swept over him.
Carrie looked up at him and grinned. “You got your big family Christmas after all.”
“More than I ever dreamed,” Duke replied.
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Chapter One
“Hang on a sec,” Ty Spurlock said to Sheriff Dennis McAdams, stunned as he watched a tall redhead wearing seriously tight blue jeans that complemented her seriously sexy figure walk into The Wedding Diner on the arm of Sam Barr, a bachelor recruit whom Ty had brought to town for the express purpose of matchmaking.
It appeared that a match might indeed be in the making. The problem was, the redhead wasn’t one of Ty’s intended bachelorettes.
Because he secretly had his eye on her for himself.
“What was that?” Ty demanded.
“What was what?”
“Jade Harper going into The Wedding Diner with Sam.”
Dennis grinned at him. “Free country, isn’t it?”
“Sure it is.” Ty sank onto the hood of the sheriff’s cruiser and pondered why the idea of Jade and Sam together bothered him, like a real bad toss from a bull. He’d had those, many of those. They were never any fun.
Neither was this. “Is there something going on there I don’t know about?”
Dennis’s eyes twinkled. “Do you think there’s something you should you know about? Are you taking over from Madame Matchmaker, our resident maker of matches? That’ll put Cosette’s pink-frosted hair in a twist for sure, if she thinks you’re butting in on her area of expertise.”
Ty felt strongly that Sheriff Dennis might be keeping something from him, which only made Ty resolve to get to the bottom of the matter. Jade had no business going out with Sam Barr, as prime for matchmaking as Sam might be. “Is there something going on between Sam and Jade?”
Dennis shook his head. “You’ll have to ask Jade. Or Sam.”
The sheriff was being deliberately obtuse, prickling him because he could. Nobody understood him the way Dennis did. The man had been elected sheriff after Ty’s adoptive father, Terence, had given up the sheriff’s job—fifteen years of being a great sheriff undone by one rumor. A rumor that had never gone away. But Sheriff Dennis had always supported Terence Spurlock, and Ty appreciated that more than he could say. Maybe only another sheriff could understand how loose lips and bad information could strike down a career and a man. “Or I could just ask you, since nothing goes on in Bridesmaids Creek that gets past you.”
Dennis chuckled. “True enough.”
“So? Is there?” Ty asked impatiently.
Dennis crossed his arms and smiled. “Didn’t you bring those four cowboys here to find them brides? Sam Barr, Squint Mathison, Justin Morant and Francisco Rodriguez Olivier Grant, otherwise known as Frog?”
“What does that have to do with Jade?”
Dennis laughed. “Ty, you can’t blame her for dating someone. Jade thinks you don’t know she’s alive, except for her occasionally scooping you some ice cream in her mother’s shop. You haven’t exactly pursued her.”
Ty grunted, glancing around the main square of the town he called home, even as an adopted son, and the town to which he owed so much. Owed them everything because they’d helped raise him, and because he’d had a great childhood because of them.
He owed them everything but his bachelorhood.
“Is there a problem?” Dennis asked.
“No.” There was, but he knew Dennis wouldn’t needle him about it further. Except he did.
“You could always try talking to her,” he said, surprising Ty. Dennis prodded him in a gentle, fatherly way that made him miss his own dad.
“I’m good at talking,” Ty said, “but I’m a couple weeks away from trying to make it into the SEALs. I have nothing to offer Jade.” He’d be gone for six long months of training, and then a little longer, if he made it.
No. When I make it.
Mentally, he reviewed The Plan, which was so far working like a charm.
Bring home eligible, trustworthy, elementally studly bachelors with the intent of pressing some of the ladies—not Jade—into marriage. This would start a rollerball of reactions: namely, babies and families, new blood in Bridesmaids Creek.
Which was very important in a town that was one step away from dying off completely.
He wasn’t about to let that happen. No, everything was working smoothly, with Mackenzie Hawthorne and her four darling little girls now married to rodeo rider Justin Morant. That was the beauty of goals and plans—they worked like charms because they were road signs pointing the way to the future. One needed merely to stick to a plan and not deviate; that was the key.
Victims number two, three and four—those being Sam, Frog and Squint—were certainly catnip to the many ladies in town. So there was no reason under the clear blue sky of Bridesmaids Creek, Texas, that Sam should settle on Jade Harper.
“Eat your heart out much?” Sheriff Dennis asked, jarring him back to the present.
“I’m fine.”
“I think Jade would understand the whole BUD/S training thing, Ty. She’s an independent girl. She works hard. Don’t you think it might be better to speak than to hold your tongue to the point that you lose her forever?”
Lose her forever? Ty chewed on that a moment. He wasn’t going to lose Jade, because he’d never had Jade. What he had was The Plan. Nothing could disrupt it, because you didn’t get into the SEALs by being an indecisive doorknob. You accomplished that by having determination and focus, and by serving one master. And the only way to clear his father’s name, to rebuild the Spurlock brand, was to return home a man of his word. The people of BC—Bridesmaids Creek—had ceased believing that Terence Spurlock was a man of his word when a stranger to BC had been allegedly murdered at the local haunted house, the Hanging H, Mackenzie Hawthorne’s place. Folks said Terence had been bought off by the town’s evil shyster in big boots, Robert Donovan, who owned significant chunks of town and was determined to own more, carving it up into retail parcels that enriched his considerable wealth. If he could get the Hawthornes to sell, along with the owners of the ranches surrounding Jade’s place, Donovan would have the kingdom he desired. But because the people had mostly grouped together against him, refusing to sell, Donovan currently held smaller, disconnected and farther-flung chunks of land not suitable for his grand visions.
Ty’s father would never have been bought off by anyone. It burned Ty’s gut that some folks—not everyone, but enough—had put such a rumor out there. More than anything, he hated that Bridesmaids Creek was held hostage by Robert Donovan and his coterie of greedy swindlers.
“I understand the mission,” Dennis said softly. “I’m just saying you don’t have to pay for what happened to your father by losing something you love dearly.”
Ty moved away from the voice of temptation, which was intended to be the voice of reason. Sheriff Dennis was a good man. He wanted to help. When Ty’s father had died of a broken heart from losing the town’s trust—and Ty was sure as the setting sun that that’s what had driven his father to his grave—Dennis had been there to remind him of what a very good man his father had been.
Ty clapped Dennis on the back and walked in the opposite direction from The Wedding Diner—and Jade.
* * *
“IT’S A DUMB IDEA,” Ty said a half hour later, relenting on entering The Wedding Diner, because his curiosity was killing him. He inserted himself at the table in The Wedding Diner with his buddies Squint and Frog so he had an excellent visual on Jade and Sam, but whether he was torturing himself on purpose he couldn’t say. “In fact, that idea is so dumb it makes me wonder if you’ve poured something strong in your coffee.”
Squint shrugged. “You don’t want a family. We do.”
Frog nodded. “You brought us to BC to find women. We want what Justin got when he married Mackenzie. He got a family.”
Ty swallowed, not about to admit that the idea was very appealing. “You wouldn’t know what to do with Justin’s four babies.”
“I don’t care how many babies are involved,” Squint said, sipping his coffee thoughtfully. “I just care that babies are eventually involved.”
“So let me get this straight. You’re going to propose pregnancy to a couple of ladies. Not marriage, just pregnancy.”
“That about sums it up.” Frog eyed with pleasure the plate of steaming eggs, toast and bacon a waitress set down in front of him. “Women aren’t looking for a ring anymore, Ty. They want to know that the man they choose can give them a family. And personally, I want to know that I have children in my future. So it’s a win-win.”
“We’re not saying we couldn’t love a woman who didn’t want children,” Squint said. “But we think Justin’s got a pretty good setup, and it inspires us. Plus we’re pretty good father candidates.”
Ty grunted. “Have you chosen your victims?” This ought to be rich. He couldn’t wait to hear more details from men whom he’d specifically brought here for the very purpose of finding brides and making families to grow BC.
Just not in the manner in which they were planning to go about it.
“Well, Sam’s picked Jade,” Squint said, nodding his head in the redhead’s direction. “That’s as far as we’ve gotten.”
Ty winced. If Sam thought he could just propose pregnancy to an independent woman like Jade Harper, it might be worth hanging around to see him get handed his head. Ty almost laughed at Sam’s plan.