Love Inspired September 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: Her Montana Twins\Small-Town Billionaire\Stranded with the Rancher (19 page)

Nate hadn't said anything to Bud about breaking up with Kit that day, but later Bud had told him any time Nate wanted to talk, he was a good listener.

“Do you think she'll stay long?” Nate finally asked the question nagging at him. He spent time at the Soaring S Ranch, taking care of the animals and renewing his friendship with Howard and Beth. He enjoyed his visits, but the thought of crossing paths repeatedly with his ex-girlfriend made him uncomfortable.

“Don't rightly know. That, you'll have to ask Kit.”

“Probably not. She never stays away from the dance world for long. Can't, if she wants to stay on top.” For a moment Nate remembered how football had been for him in high school and college, at times taking over his life. “It's like a football player training for the Super Bowl. It's a nonstop process if you want to succeed, and if there's anything I know about Kit, it's that she likes to succeed and do her best.” Like him, except football hadn't been his dream but his dad's as a means to pay for college.

Bud's craggy features split in a wide grin, the grooves on his tanned face deepening. “Yeah, that's my gal.”

“Then why is she here? The spring season hasn't ended for her ballet company. Why come all the way to the ranch for a short recovery?”

Bud's bushy eyebrows hiked up. “You don't know?”

Nate shook his head.

“The recovery isn't as short as all that. She was injured four months ago.”

Four months and she still hadn't recovered? Then the injury was more involved than Beth had led him to believe. For a few seconds he wondered if Kit might be back for good. Hope flared for an instant, only to be iced over with dashed dreams. She'd been injured before and went back to dancing—every time.

Nate released a long breath. “I'd better make sure Cinnamon is still all right.”

“Yeah, I totally agree. I'm sure Kit will want to ride Cinnamon as soon as possible. She always does when she comes home to visit.” Bud bent over and lifted a bale of hay, then sauntered toward the last stall.

Nate threw a glance over his shoulder toward the cabin. Would he see her again tonight?
And why do I care? She's made it clear that all we could ever be is friends because her life is dance.

* * *

When Kathleen stepped out onto the porch, she took a deep breath, the scent of mowed grass and roses from the multitude of bushes comforted her. She'd forgotten how much she missed this place, especially the horses. She'd missed Cinnamon. Hopefully the mare wasn't dangerously ill. Although her brother didn't seem to think it was anything serious, she needed to hear the diagnosis from Dr. Harris.

Noticing the red truck still parked near the paddock, Kathleen made her way toward the barn. When she entered the large black structure, where she'd spent many hours as a child, it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light. Unless Howard moved Cinnamon, the mare usually stayed in the second-to-last stall on the right when she wasn't in the pasture. Kathleen headed toward the stall, limping slightly, her leg throbbing. The day's travel had been hard on her injury. She'd use that as a reason to cut the evening short.

A large man, dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve, light blue shirt backed out of the stall, grasping a brown bag. Beneath a tan cowboy hat, dark, almost black, hair curled at the top of his collar. With broad shoulders and slim waist and hips, the man wasn't Dr. Harris. She halted. Something was familiar about the guy with his back to her.

Then he turned toward her.

Nate Sterling. Her high school sweetheart—until he went away to college and she left to pursue a career as a ballerina.

She swallowed her gasp as his soft, gray gaze settled on her. The corners of his eyes crinkled with a smile lighting his features. For a few seconds she was whisked back to eight years ago when she'd said goodbye to him. He was a year older than her and had been a sophomore at Auburn in Alabama, where he was attending on a football scholarship.

The long distance hurt their budding romance. The summer after she'd graduated from high school, she'd left Cimarron City for San Francisco to be part of a ballet company, and they'd drifted further apart over the months. When she was offered a position in a corps de ballet for a New York company, she'd told him it wasn't working and they needed to cut their ties all together. Worrying about their relationship drew her focus away from her dancing. New York was her big chance. She needed to concentrate on her career while she was young, not on a man over halfway across the country.

“Hi, Kit. I heard you were coming home.”

Her throat closed, the sound of his deep husky voice shivering down her spine. In the years they had been apart, it had grown huskier and deeper. Nate was also taller than he'd been by at least a couple of inches. He must be almost six and a half feet. His features—an aquiline nose, high cheekbones, square jaw—were sharper. Clearing her throat, she forced herself to speak. “You're a vet now? I thought you were thinking about medical school.”

“In high school, sure. But during my sophomore year in college, I realized I wanted to treat animals, come back here.”

Whereas Cimarron City could never offer her what she wanted. “Oh,” she murmured, pressing her lips together, trying to remember if he had ever told her about his changed plans. By then they were only talking a couple of times a week that soon turned into only once a week. By Christmas of his sophomore year, she'd known it was over. She'd figured he felt the same way. He'd been troubled and not his usual self and for the first time in their relationship, not communicative. They had been going in opposite directions ever since she'd graduated from high school and become focused totally on her career.

He seemed to be waiting for her to reply. She needed to say something or go. The urge to escape was strong, especially when his gaze brushed down her length. Did he know about her leg? She'd asked Howard not to tell others in town, and with long pants it was easy enough to hide her deformity. “How's Cinnamon doing?” she finally inquired, needing to ask about her horse before departing.

“I can treat her colic with antibiotics. She should be better in a few days. I'll come back and check on her, but you should be able to ride her by next week.”

“Oh, good.” She concentrated on walking without limping toward the stall. She wasn't ready to answer a thousand questions concerning her injury and her leg. But the act of doing that caused her leg to ache even more.

Nate sidled away to allow her to look into the stall where Cinnamon stood. The quarter horse neighed at the sight of her and came to the door, nudging Kathleen with her head. She stroked Cinnamon, her coat reddish-brown—similar to Kathleen's own hair color. That was what had drawn her to the filly when she was born on the ranch twelve years ago. When she wasn't dancing, she had been riding. Those had been her two favorite activities as a teen. She couldn't dance anymore, but she should be able to ride. The thought boosted her spirits.

“I'll be back tomorrow to check on you, girl.” She rubbed her hand down the white blotch on the mare's nose, then blew her a kiss, something she had done from the very beginning whenever she was leaving Cinnamon.

Kathleen rotated toward Nate, her mouth lifting slightly in a smile. “Are you working with Dr. Harris?”

“Yes, I'm his new partner. He's great to work with, and his practice keeps expanding. I'm handling all the big animals and the house calls to the ranches.”

“Then you must be on the road a lot.”

“Usually half my day. We should go out to dinner and catch up while you're still in town. I imagine you won't be staying long. How's your injury? When will you be returning to New York?”

Her chest constricted. Her breath burned her throat.
He knew about her leg?
“My plans aren't settled yet. I'm just focusing on recuperating for now.” How much did he know? Surely her brother and Beth wouldn't have betrayed her and told Nate.

“If you want to go to dinner, let me know. You've got to do something while you're here healing.”

Something in the tone of his voice indicated he wasn't totally convinced having dinner with her was a good idea, and she had to agree. He was the past, and at the moment she didn't have much of a future.

“My plans are up in the air right now. I just arrived today. I'll call you when I can.” Kathleen slowly backed away. She couldn't see him. He knew her too well. Before they had dated in high school, he'd been her good friend, both of them hanging out with the same crowd. She couldn't take pity, from him or anyone else. That was one of the reasons she'd fled New York. “See you around.” She turned and walked as fast as she dared, again putting all her concentration into walking without a slight limp.

She heard Nate call her name, but she kept going, escaping outside. Being around Nate would only bring back those times she'd had a dream to be a ballerina. That dream was shattered now, and she didn't want to be reminded. But as she headed for the main house, she couldn't get him out of her mind. He looked good. Too good for her peace of mind.

At least she had dodged the bullet, as the cliché went. Now that she knew he drove a red Silverado, she would avoid the barn area when he was at the ranch. She would also stress to her brother and his wife that they were not to say anything about her injury, which would only provoke questions about what happened. Questions about the car accident that she wanted so desperately to forget.

She halted at the bottom of the stairs to the two-story house she grew up in and sank down to the second step. She shut her eyes to the ranch about her. Immediately the streets of New York City filled her mind. With wall-to-wall people jamming the sidewalks, it was difficult to weave her way through the crowd. Noises bombarding her from all angles—horns honking, loud voices, a siren in the distance. But all her focus was on getting to her ballet rehearsal on time, the last one before the opening performance—her big break, something she'd been working years to accomplish. She was starring as the lead in
Wonderland,
a new ballet she'd even helped choreograph. She was ready. She could do it.

Then without checking if the traffic had really stopped, she stepped out into the street when the light indicated she could cross. The sounds of screeching brakes reverberated in her ears as she felt the impact of the truck against her body. Then nothing...until she woke up in the hospital with her left leg amputated from the knee down.

In that instant, her dream died.

Copyright © 2014 by Margaret Daley

ISBN-13: 9781460339220

Her Montana Twins

Special thanks and acknowledgment to Carolyne Aarsen
for her contribution to the Big Sky Centennial miniseries.

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An Unexpected Romance

As the CEO of Brooks International, Ryan Brooks has money, power and a sought-after family name. But here on his sister's ranch in Claremont, Alabama, the billionaire only wants to be loved for who he really is. So when small-town shop owner Maribeth Walton ignores him and his valuable business advice, he's determined to figure out why. Problem is, Maribeth knows he's not sticking around and she won't let him get close. Or could it be she's keeping a secret—one that may hold the key to why she's so reluctant to admit she's falling for the billionaire?

“There are a lot of people who fall in love with the money,” Ryan said.

Maribeth turned to face him. “It's terrible when you think someone loves you, and when you love them, and then—” she blinked, and her tears fell free “—you find out that they don't.”

Ryan looked directly at her now, and she knew he undoubtedly saw the pain in her eyes. He'd opened up to her, and she could feel herself wanting to do the same.

But what would happen if she did? What if the two of them did become close, and then the truth of her past came out?

“You've felt that before, too, haven't you?” he asked. “You thought someone loved you, really believed that they cared about you, and then you found out that they didn't.”

She couldn't deny it, so she nodded. “And the worst part is, once you've been treated so badly, it's difficult to open your heart again, isn't it?”

She hadn't intended to, but she'd moved a little closer as she spoke.