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“For old times’ sake.”
He whispered the words as his arms slipped around her on the dance floor.
As she stepped into his familiar embrace, his woodsy aftershave snaked around her, and he held her captive in his warmth and the seductive sway of his body.
Ian was an amazing lover, a good man, and she cared about him far more than was good for her.
Could they find a way to raise their baby?
She’d never thought that loving Ian and living in Brighton Valley for the rest of her life would be enough. But now she wondered how she could give him up.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Let’s go home.” Desire crackled between them all the way to the ranch, and even though Carly tried to ignore it, to tell Ian goodnight, something stronger overrode her common sense.
She invited him in for coffee.
But once they entered the house, she didn’t go to the kitchen. Instead, she turned to face the man who’d fathered her baby and touched her heart.
Every part of her brain told her she was about to make a mistake. A big mistake. But it was a mistake she couldn’t live without.
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Brighton Valley Cowboys: This Texas family is looking for love in all the right places!
Having the Cowboy’s Baby
Judy Duarte
Since 2002, USA TODAY bestselling author JUDY DUARTE has written over forty books for Mills & Boon Special Edition, earned two RITA® Award finals, won two Maggies and received a National Readers’ Choice Award. When she’s not cooped up in her writing cave, she enjoys traveling with her husband and spending quality time with her grandchildren. You can learn more about Judy and her books at her website, www.judyduarte.com, or at facebook.com/judyduartenovelist.
To my daughter, Christy Jeffries, who is everything I could ever wish for in a daughter and more.
Congratulations on your sales to Special Edition, the first of which—A Marine for His Mom—shares a January release date with my book! I’m looking forward to sharing more of the crazy and fabulous life of being a Mills & Boon author with you.
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Carly Rayburn was back in town. Not that there’d been any big announcements, but news traveled fast in Brighton Valley. And even if it didn’t, not much got past Ian McAllister.
She’d had a singing gig in San Antonio, but apparently that hadn’t panned out for her, which was too bad. She had a dream to make it big in country music someday, a dream Ian no longer had. But he couldn’t fault her for that.
Jason, her oldest brother, said she’d be staying on the Leaning R for a while, which wasn’t a surprise. It seemed to Ian that she came home to the ranch whenever her life hit a snag. So that’s what she would do, right after attending Jason’s wedding in town.
As the foreman of the Leaning R, Ian had been invited to the ceremony and reception, but he’d graciously declined and sent a gift instead. The only people attending were family and a few close friends, so Ian would have felt out of place—for more reasons than one. So he’d remained on the ranch.
Now, as darkness settled over Brighton Valley, he did what he often did in the evenings after dinner. He sat on the front porch of his small cabin and enjoyed the peaceful evening sounds, the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the vast expanse of stars in the Texas sky.
The Leaning R had been in Carly’s family for years. It was run-down now, but it had great potential. It was also the perfect place for Ian to hide out, where people only knew him as a quiet cowboy who felt more comfortable around livestock than the bright lights of the big cities. And thanks to his granddaddy, who’d once owned a respectable spread near Dallas, that was true.
He glanced at the Australian shepherd puppy nestled in his lap. The sleepy pooch yawned, then
