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“Now, why did you go and do a foolish thing like that?”
Tyler shrugged. “Because I wanted to end the argument and that was the fastest way I knew how.”
Susie’s eyes took on a turbulent sheen. Her lower lip slid out into a delicious pout. “I thought we agreed…”
“We wouldn’t fall into bed again.”
She nodded. “It could ruin our whole crisis management system.”
The truth was, there had been times when Tyler had really needed Susie, too. Times when she had come to his rescue. Been there for him. Had done what needed to be done, said what needed to be said.
“We set those boundaries with each other for a reason,” she continued firmly.
Boundaries he now wished – as he did every time he ended up kissing Susie – that they could take down…
CATHY GILLEN THACKER
married her school sweetheart and hasn’t had a dull moment since. Why? you ask. Well, there were three kids, various pets, any number of cars, several moves across the country, his and her careers and sundry other experiences (some of which were exciting and some of which weren’t). But mostly, there was love and friendship and laughter, and lots of experiences she wouldn’t trade for the world. Please visit her website at www.cathygillenthacker.com.
Dear Reader,
For us, the Thanksgiving holiday has alwaysincluded spending time with family and friends. Sometimes the family comes to us, and other times we hit the road to go to them, but there is always wonderful food, and a lot of love and laughter. We all have so much to be thankful for.
Susie Carrigan has a lot to be grateful about, too. She’s healthy. She has a thriving business. She lives near family. She has plenty of friends. So she doesn’t quite get why her parents feel the need to “fix her up” with five eligible Texas bachelors. She has no interest in getting married. And even if she wanted to…well, she just won’t.
Tyler McCabe knows why Susie is so fiercely independent. He’s self-reliant, too. But in Susie’s case, he thinks her parents may be right. He thinks Susie isn’t alone because she wants to be, but because she thinks she has to be.
Tyler knows Susie is flat-out wrong about that. Susie deserves to love and be loved in return. The only problem is Tyler doesn’t like any of the guys her parents have selected. So he does a little meddling and interfering and, before you know it, he’s a lot more involved in the situation than he had planned to be…
Happy Reading!
Sincerely,
Cathy Gillen Thacker
The Rancher’s Family Thanksgiving
CATHY GILLEN THACKER
Chapter One
Expect miracles.
“Maybe it’s nothing.”
Susie Carrigan glared at the man she had chosen to save her from a fate worse than a hard frost on the first buds of spring.
Thirty-year-old Tyler McCabe was more than her best friend and an accomplished large animal vet. He was an astute fellow observer of human nature who could predict a person’s next move with startling accuracy, a fact that made his refusal to see the gravity of her current situation all the more frustrating.
“It’s not ‘nothing,’” she argued.
They were in the hospital barn of Tyler’s Healing Meadow Ranch, located just south of Laramie, Texas. He gave her a sexy, half smile that warmed her from the inside out.
“You can’t know that,” he said, hunkering down to finish his task.
Susie watched Tyler stitch up the flank of a longhorn calf who’d gotten tangled up in barbed wire. As always, his touch was gentle and sure, his sutures precise.
Trying not to think how those same hands would feel on her, if the two of them ever got together again—a fact she knew darn well was as unlikely as it was secretly appealing—Susie leaned back against the stall wall. She folded her arms in front of her. “Believe me, I know this. My parents are through waiting for me and my sibs to settle down and have families of our own. The holidays will be here in a few weeks. They’ve got plans for me, I’m telling you.”
Tyler swabbed antibiotic on the sealed wound, then covered it with a waterproof bandage. “I’d think that the heat would be off the rest of you now that Rebecca and Trevor are married.”
“Precisely the problem,” Susie lamented, her aggravation increasing. She looked at Tyler, studying his six-foot-four frame. Although he had an independent aura that could be a little off-putting at times—and a desire never to marry that matched her own—there wasn’t a finer-looking rancher around, in her opinion. He was strong and solidly muscled, with shoulders that were broad enough to lean on. She knew, because she’d done so, every now and again. He wore his thick reddish-brown hair on the longish side, so it brushed his collar and the tops of his ears; the no-fuss style suited him perfectly. His eyes were a distinct sage green with flecks of gray, his gaze both assessing and intent. He had a habit of shaving only every couple of days. The stubble of red-brown beard that surrounded his lips only served to remind her how passionately and skillfully he could kiss. Add to that a ruggedly handsome face, a McCabe-stubborn jaw that defied anyone to try and mess with him and a smile that was reckless and intuitive enough to make her heart flutter. And best of all, when she found herself in a potentially difficult situation, he always knew what to do or say to make her feel better.
Which was, of course, why she had come to him now.
Susie scuffed the toe of her sturdy engineer’s boots on the cement barn floor. “My parents think their plan to find suitable people for us to date, and hopefully marry, is what spurred Rebecca into going out and finding her perfect mate on her own. Basically, their plan worked! Now they aren’t going to rest until they match up me and Amy and Jeremy, too.”
“Meg and Luke can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, Suze.”
Susie flushed at Tyler’s use of the nickname he had given her when they were kids. “That will not stop them from trying.”
Tyler shrugged. “So tell them to back off. You’ll find your own man when you’re good and ready.”
Susie knew what she wanted. In theory, anyway. Whoever he was, the man of her dreams wouldn’t be much different from the man she saw standing in front of her.
Like Tyler, she would want her ideal someone to be taller than she was—not so easy to find for someone of her five-foot-ten inches height—and physically fit. She’d like him to be as comfortable working with his hands as she was with hers, and to enjoy being outdoors. She’d want someone, like Tyler, who had a wealth of experience in his expression, and a twinkle of humor that cropped up in his smile at the least expected times. She’d want
