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Second Chance at Love
Heather Bannister is back in Montana for her sister’s wedding. But returning to Refuge Ranch brings her face-to-face with a past best forgotten—including high school sweetheart John Argall. Now a single dad, John simply wants to provide for his daughter’s future. And Heather’s reappearance may be an obstacle to his plans to buy into her family’s ranch. Yet when Heather agrees to babysit his sweet little girl, the old feelings come flooding back. And John realizes that Heather may have left town years ago, but his love for her has endured. Could this be their second chance at a future together?
Refuge Ranch: Where a Montana family comes home to love.
“It’s just a scrape. I’ll wash up when we’re done.”
She gave him a quick smile, dirt still speckling her cheeks, loose tendrils of damp hair hanging around her face.
In that moment he remembered the Heather he used to hang out with. The Heather who used to race madly around the barrels he and Lee set up. The Heather who would help build tree forts and go riding out in the hills.
The Heather he had so easily fallen in love with. He felt a resurgence of the old yearning she could create in him, a crack in the defenses he had spent so long building up against her.
He spun away, irritated with himself and his reaction. He was supposed to be immune to her. Years ago, Heather had chosen Mitch and a lifestyle that had taken her far away from Refuge Ranch. Far away from him. They were on completely different paths now.
Yet, even as his words kept time with his pounding heart, he couldn’t stop another glance back at her over his shoulder.
CAROLYNE AARSEN and her husband, Richard, live on a small ranch in northern Alberta, where they have raised four children and numerous foster children and are still raising cattle. Carolyne crafts her stories in an office with a large west-facing window, through which she can watch the changing seasons while struggling to make her words obey.
Reunited
with the Cowboy
Carolyne Aarsen
See, I have engraved you in the palms
of my hands. Your walls are ever before me.
—Isaiah 49:16
For Lula Gelderman, faithful and steadfast.
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She saw the truck a split second too late.
The snow swirling up from her tires and the sun shining directly in her eyes blinded Heather Bannister as she crested the hill. The pickup was coming right at her and there was nowhere to go.
So she did what any self-respecting country girl would.
She swerved, then stepped on the gas.
The back end of her car fishtailed on the icy patches of gravel as she fought to get it away from the truck, praying her tires would grab something. Anything.
She caught a glimpse of a panicked face behind the wheel of the pickup as her tires spun on the road. A half second before she would have been hit, she gained enough traction to move her car past the vehicle, missing it by mere inches.
And sending her directly toward the ditch. This time Heather slammed her foot on the brake and madly turned the steering wheel.
But
