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by Barbara White Daille




  HER SECRET COWBOY CRUSH

  Ally Martinez has always been known as a fun and flirty kind of gal. But deep down she’s never forgotten the cowboy who left town. When her crush Reagan Chase comes home after a seven-year absence, Ally knows this is her big chance. The guy I’ve always wanted. Only Reagan has something different in mind...

  Still reeling from his last relationship, Reagan needs a babysitter for his month-old son. With Ally’s help, he can get his family’s ranch ready for sale and get out of Cowboy Creek. The problem? Ally is one seriously cute distraction. But Reagan will do whatever it takes to keep his heart safe. Even if it means losing the only place—and the only woman—he can call home.

  Reagan wrapped his free arm around Ally and took her mouth.

  It was firm and soft, molding to his. She nestled her body against his as if they’d been made to go together.

  He was determined to have the pleasure of seeing all of her, and though he tried to slow it down, anticipation speeded things up.

  The colors in the fabric seemed to blend together as he undid her buttons. The sight of pink lace beneath her blouse made his hand shake. She traced his knuckles with her fingertips as if guiding him, urging him on.

  “Reagan,” she murmured, “do you know how many times I’ve thought about us like this?”

  He kissed her temple. “Not as many as I have lately.”

  “Oh, I doubt that.” She laughed, low and sexy. His fingers fumbled on a button. “I’ve had a crush on you forever.”

  He kissed her cheek. “Forever, huh?”

  “Mmm-hmm. But I’ve always known this would happen someday. And I’m happy it finally has.”

  He smiled. “I’m hoping I can make you even happier...”

  Dear Reader,

  In many of my stories, the heroes and heroines have known each other in the past and have a shared history. In the case of the reunion in The Rancher’s Baby Proposal, I’m afraid the history is a little one-sided.

  Ally Martinez grew up crushing on “older boy” Reagan Chance, Cowboy Creek’s high school sports hero. Now Reagan is back, and at long last, he wants Ally—for his son’s babysitter! Though she has never been comfortable around kids, knowing Reagan needs help makes her take the job. And very soon, love in is the air...between Ally and Reagan’s baby. The situation between the two adults is another story.

  Reagan was badly hurt by the ex who rejected him and his infant son. He’s determined not to fall in love again. A one-night stand isn’t the answer for either Reagan or Ally. Yet she’s a complex, loving woman who cares for his son. And he’s finding it hard to stay away from her...

  If you’re a frequent visitor to Cowboy Creek and the Hitching Post Hotel, I hope you enjoy dropping in again! If you’re a first-time visitor, no worries. Each book stands alone with its own happy-ever-after ending.

  I would love to hear from you any time at my website, barbarawhitedaille.com, or my mailing address: PO Box 504, Gilbert, AZ 85299.

  All my best to you.

  Until we meet again,

  Barbara White Daille

  THE RANCHER’S

  BABY PROPOSAL

  Barbara White Daille

  Barbara White Daille and her husband still inhabit their own special corner of the wild, wild Southwest, where the summers are long and hot and the lizards and scorpions roam.

  Barbara loves looking back at the short stories and two books she wrote in grade school and realizing that—except for the scorpions—she’s doing exactly what she planned. She has now hit double digits with published novels and still has a file drawer full of stories to be written.

  As always, Barbara hopes you will enjoy reading her books! She would love to have you drop by for a visit at her website, barbarawhitedaille.com.

  Books by Barbara White Daille

  Harlequin Western Romance

  The Hitching Post Hotel

  The Cowboy’s Little Surprise

  A Rancher of Her Own

  The Lawman’s Christmas Proposal

  Cowboy in Charge

  The Cowboy’s Triple Surprise

  Harlequin American Romance

  The Sheriff’s Son

  Court Me, Cowboy

  Family Matters

  A Rancher’s Pride

  The Rodeo Man’s Daughter

  Honorable Rancher

  Rancher at Risk

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  To the original fabulous four of the Writers’ Block and, of course, to Rich.

  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

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from The Cowboy’s Accidental Baby by Marin Thomas

  Chapter One

  Ally Martinez had begun to doubt she would ever find an eligible cowboy.

  In the small-parts aisle of Cowboy Creek Hardware and Feed, she knelt on the unvarnished pine flooring and tried to keep from muttering aloud. After all these years of separating nuts from bolts from washers, hauling bags of feed and restocking spools of twine, she was still as unattached as the day she had begun working here.

  It wasn’t as if she had taken the job after high school specifically to find a man. It wasn’t even that she was eager to get married—or to have a brand-new baby, the way her best friend, Tina, had just done. Babies and she didn’t get along. At the touch of her hand, they somehow read her inexperience and knew they didn’t want to have anything to do with her.

  No, it wasn’t any of the above that made her long to find a cowboy. She simply wanted someone special in her life. And lucky for her since she lived in ranch country, she had always been partial to men who looked good in jeans and a Stetson.

  “What’s up with you, girl?” a familiar male voice asked. “You look like you just lost your best friend.”

  She sprang to her feet and wiped her dusty hands on her jeans. Smiling, she turned to face the tall, white-haired man standing at the end of the aisle. “You’d better not have lost her, Jed, since I left you in charge of her and the baby.”

  “I sure hope that little one doesn’t pick up any of your sauciness, young lady.” Even as Tina’s grandfather pretended to scowl at her, he laughed. They knew each other well. In his seventies now, Jed Garland had semiretired but still oversaw the running of Garland Ranch. He definitely stayed on top of things when it came to the Hitching Post, his family-owned hotel on the same property.

  “How are Mama and baby?” she asked as she approached him. “Did they get discharged from the hospital today, as planned?”

  “They sure did.” He beamed. “Cole brought them both home earlier this morning.”

  “Great. Can I come visit tonight?”

  “
Now, since when do you have to ask? The Hitching Post is your second home. You’re free tonight?”

  “Well...” He would expect a teasing response. Everyone expected lightheartedness from Ally Martinez, whose senior high school claim to fame was being voted The Girl Most Likely to Make You Laugh. “I do have lots of options, Jed. I could hang out at the Bowl-a-Rama, the Big Dipper or SugarPie’s. Except I don’t feel like bowling, don’t have a taste for ice cream and certainly don’t need any of Sugar’s famous desserts.” Grinningly wryly, she patted her “generous” hips, as Mama called them.

  “Of course, there’s always the Cantina,” he said.

  She nodded. On many Fridays and Saturdays, she spent her nights at the only restaurant in Cowboy Creek, New Mexico, with both a bar and a dance floor. “You know I love to dance. But truthfully—” and she certainly did mean it “—tonight, I’ll be thrilled to see Tina and the baby instead.”

  “Good. I’ll tell her to expect you.”

  He turned to leave, then suddenly took a step backward. “Sorry, young man, I almost stampeded you.”

  From where she stood in the aisle, she could see only the brim of a worn Stetson and the shoulder and arm of a man wearing a T-shirt as snug as her jeans. Wrapped around that biceps, though, snug looked good.

  “Well, I’ll be,” Jed said, sounding delighted. “Reagan Chase, great to see you again.”

  Ally’s heart skipped a beat. Her thoughts began to race. Was it really Reagan, the boy who had left town seven years ago and left her with a broken heart? Was she going to pass out right here in the nuts-and-bolts aisle of the store?

  What, and let him know how much seeing him again had affected her? Not in her lifetime.

  Instead, she called up her usual response when life threw something bad or sad or uncomfortable her way. She pasted on a smile and pretended it didn’t matter.

  She reacted just in time, as Reagan stepped into view and reached out to shake Jed’s hand. Reagan’s shoulders had gotten broader since she had last seen him. He’d grown taller, too. His hand looked firm and strong...and tanned. She wouldn’t have expected that from a man—a boy—who had left his hometown to go away to college in the city.

  “What are you doing in Cowboy Creek?” Jed asked.

  “I came back to take care of business.”

  Reagan’s voice had also changed over the years. It had always been deep but now sounded hollow, too, with a serious tone she didn’t recognize.

  “It’s been a while since my dad died,” he continued, “and it’s time to sell the ranch. You know our place as well as anyone does, Jed. If you hear of somebody looking for a spread that size, I’d appreciate it if you would share the info and pass my name along to them.”

  “I’m happy to do that for you, of course. But I had always hoped you’d come back and work the ranch yourself someday. I know your mama and daddy looked forward to that, too.”

  Ally held her breath, waiting for Reagan’s response. His family’s ranch was the only tie he had left to Cowboy Creek. If he sold that...

  But he didn’t respond to Jed’s question. Instead, he turned his head and spotted her standing like a common eavesdropper in the small-parts aisle.

  “Ally.” He removed his Stetson and nodded, giving her a brief smile. It was nothing like the broad grin she had loved since grade school and seen less and less often during their high school days. His face looked drawn, lined with fatigue. Her heart thumped. Was he ill?

  “I’d best be getting along,” Jed said. He clapped Reagan on the shoulder. “Son, you stop by and visit us at the Hitching Post, y’hear me?”

  Reagan nodded. “I will.”

  Jed ambled away. Reagan stood looking at her. She stared back, fighting to find something to say. In an instant, she had returned to being the gawky teenager dying for the older boy’s attention. She had never gotten it back then. Now that she had it, she didn’t know how to respond.

  Pull yourself together, that’s how.

  “Hi, Reagan,” she said, hoping he couldn’t hear the slight tremor of excitement in her voice. “I...I heard what you said to Jed. I’m sorry you’re thinking of selling your ranch.”

  “Not thinking of it. Doing it. As soon as I can get the place cleared out enough to put it up for sale.”

  His parents had lived their entire married lives in the house on that ranch. Reagan had lived there, too, until he had gone away to school. There must be so many memories wrapped up in the property...and so many personal items in the house. He would need a while to get it ready to sell. Meanwhile, would he spend that time here in Cowboy Creek? She crossed her fingers.

  He gestured down the aisle. “Taking care of some shopping?”

  “Oh. No. I’m not much of a do-it-yourselfer. I work here, have worked here since I graduated five years ago.” By that point, he had already left town. After getting his degree, rumor had it, he had accepted a fancy job in the big city of Houston, Texas. Smiling, she shrugged. “I’m still only a small-town girl who replaced school with a dead-end job paying barely above minimum wage. But who’s complaining?”

  He looked at her thoughtfully. “Do you get any time off?”

  Her stomach fluttered as if a dozen butterflies had taken wing inside her. Sad. She had just acknowledged she was no longer a schoolgirl. She should also no longer be prey to her feelings for the boy she had once loved. And yet, she couldn’t tamp down her excitement. “Yes, I get evenings off. I only work seven to three. And once in a while I have a free day during the week, when I have to work Saturday. But that’s not too often.”

  His mouth curved into a small, one-sided smile. “It’s almost three now. If you don’t have any plans for right after work, would you be able to meet me at SugarPie’s for a cold drink?”

  “Yes.” Her voice cracked. She hid her nerves behind a cough. “My throat’s very dry. I could definitely use a cold drink.” But none of Sugar’s delicious desserts.

  It didn’t matter. With Reagan sitting across from her, she would get all she needed of something sweet.

  * * *

  ONCE HE ARRIVED at SugarPie’s, Reagan found a reception committee waiting for him. At midafternoon, the sandwich shop wasn’t that busy, but the customers, the waitress and even Sugar herself had greeted him the moment he’d walked in.

  As the crowd surrounded him, a wave of memories seemed to engulf him, too. These were all friends of his, friends of his folks’ and, for a moment, it felt like the old days before he’d left Cowboy Creek. For another, longer moment, he wished he could turn back the clock, change history, erase some of the things he had said and done...

  Except for becoming a daddy. He would never regret having his son.

  The crowd all welcomed him home, asking friendly questions he felt grateful he could answer with simple responses. He spoke to everyone in turn, shook hands with the men and gave hugs to two older ladies who had been good friends with his mom.

  Then he made his way to a booth in the back of the room. The waitress, Layne, followed. As he slid onto a seat, she rested one hip against the tabletop. He had gone to school with her and her brother, Cole, though he had been ahead of them both.

  “You’d have thought you all knew I was coming,” he said.

  “We did.” She grinned. “Sugar had a call from Jed. He said he had run into you at the hardware store.”

  And no doubt had hung around to listen in on his conversation with Ally.

  He laughed, shaking his head. “I should have known. Things haven’t changed much since I left for school.” The older man probably had business to take care of in the store. It might even have required him to spend some time in the next aisle over from where they had met. Either way, it wouldn’t have mattered. He knew Jed had been friends with his parents since long before he’d been born. And there was no denying the man alway
s kept an ear to the ground about anything that went on in town.

  “No, things don’t change much here,” Layne agreed. “Except for getting married and having kids, most of us are living the same lives as when we graduated from Cowboy Creek High. Not like yours.”

  If she only knew. And she would know soon enough.

  The whole town would hear about it when he brought his brand-new son to the ranch. They all would learn he had been made a fool of by a woman who, as it turned out, was looking for a good time, not a husband. Not a baby—not even her own.

  He would have Sean with him now, except when he had headed to Cowboy Creek yesterday morning, he didn’t know what condition he would find the house in. He also didn’t know whether he’d be able to find someone to watch the baby while he took care of putting things to rights.

  On his arrival, he had discovered the house dusty but livable and, better luck, had solved part of that last concern. His quick trip to the hardware store for some basic supplies might have given him an answer to the other part.

  “Speaking of babies—” Layne said.

  He started, wondering if she’d read his thoughts.

  “—my brother married Jed’s granddaughter Tina—I don’t know if you knew—and they just had their second baby. His other two granddaughter’s are married now, too. And did you hear about Shay O’Neill?”

  All three of the names she’d mentioned were familiar to him from school—inevitable in Cowboy Creek, as there was only one grade school, one junior high, one high school. “No, nobody mentioned Shay. What’s up with her?”

  “She’s trying to outdo us all.” Layne laughed. “She had triplets.”

  “Triplets?” He shook his head in wonder and thought about Sean. He couldn’t begin to imagine taking care of more than one baby at a time.

  Layne slipped her order pad from her uniform pocket. “What can I get you?”

  “I’ll wait. Ally Martinez is meeting me here. But you probably know that already, too.”

  She laughed in acknowledgment before walking away. Just as she disappeared through the doorway into the kitchen, the front door of the shop opened, and Ally entered.

 

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