It was a perfect night…
When Brad had parked on the mountain, he came around to open her door, then took her hand and led her to the lone stone bench.
When they were seated, Sarah tried to withdraw her hand. But Brad held on to it. After a few minutes, he brought it to his lips.
“What are you doing?” Sarah whispered.
“Kissing your hand.”
“Why?”
“Because I like to.” He kissed it again. “Because I think you’re very sweet and thoughtful. And because I believe you’re strong for your brother and sister and so I want to be strong for you.”
He kissed her palm this time, then up to her wrist.
If a gentle, harmless kiss like this could make her heart race and her mouth dry, Sarah wondered, what would a real kiss from Brad Logan do to her?
Judy Christenberry has been writing romances for fifteen years, because she loves happy endings as much as her readers do. A former French teacher, Judy now devotes herself to writing full-time. She hopes readers have as much fun reading her stories as she does writing them. She spends her spare time reading, watching her favourite sports teams, and keeping track of her two daughters. Judy’s a native Texan and lives in Dallas.
Judy Christenberry
has written over seventy books for Silhouette Books®, and she’s a favourite with readers. Now you can find Judy’s heartwarming books in Mills & Boon® Romance!
Step into a world where family counts, men are true to their word— and where romance always wins the day!
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INHERITED: INSTANT FAMILY
BY
JUDY CHRISTENBERRY
MILLS & BOON
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CHAPTER ONE
BRAD LOGAN was late.
He should have left his friend’s wedding back in Pinedale hours ago, and now he was still twenty miles away from home. His brother would be angry if he woke up Abby. Though they had a couple months to go before being born, the twins in her belly were already not letting her sleep.
Because he was speeding by, Brad almost missed the flicker in the pasture to the left, a bit of land the Logans rented from the government. Braking to a stop, he backed up to see if it could be true. He thought everyone knew not to have a campfire on government land.
There it was, almost hidden behind a small hill. He had to snuff it out.
His headlights picked up tire tracks leading off the macadam. Following the tracks, he came upon a darkened old car and the offending campfire right beside it.
Only after parking his truck and walking up to the fire did he notice the young woman who sat beside it, obviously in deep thought.
“Ma’am?”
Startled, she jumped, losing her balance on the rock on which she sat. Getting up, she dusted off her rear, sputtering, “Wh-who are you?”
“The name’s Brad Logan. My family rents this land from the government. You’re not allowed to camp here. And you’re definitely not allowed to have a campfire.”
“We’re not doing any harm.”
“Lady, it’s been a dry year. We can’t take any risks of a forest fire. I’m sorry, but the fire has to go.” He kicked dirt onto the fire, but the woman stopped him.
“If you knew how long it took me to get that fire started, you wouldn’t so cavalierly destroy it!”
He shook off her hand. “Look, you don’t even have any business being out here. We’ve had bears down this low. What would you do if a bear attacked you? You need to go back to Pinedale and get a motel room.”
“No! No, I can’t!” The woman appeared distraught.
“Why not?”
“I don’t— Money is tight!”
“There’s a campground at Yellowstone. I doubt they’re crowded on an October night.”
“Uh, yes, thank you.”
Something in her face told him she wouldn’t be going to Yellowstone, despite her verbal acceptance. Wherever she went, he couldn’t leave her here.
“Do you have any water?”
“Yes.” She turned toward her darkened car.
“I need it to be sure the fire is completely out.”
Disbelief shone on her face when she spun on her heel. “You’re going to pour it on the fire? I don’t have much and the kids will need it in the morning.”
His eyes darted around the car. “You’ve got kids here?”
She gave a brief nod, backing away from him. “Look, we’ll go, but I need what water I have.”
“Where are the kids?”
“They’re sleeping.”
“Lady, you need to do a better job raising your kids!”
“And you need to mind your own business!”
Not knowing what else to do, Brad took out his cell phone and called the sheriff. After filling him in, he asked, “Shall
