Falling For The Rancher
The Cowboy’s New FamilyAll veterinarian Darcy Leighton wants is a good life for her daughter. But when the vet practice she hopes to inherit is bought out from under her by newcomer Logan Maxwell, she stands to lose her position completely. Recovering from a bad breakup, the handsome cowboy wants a fresh start—one that doesn’t include working with a woman he’s undeniably attracted to. No stranger to heartbreak, Darcy has reservations of her own, but she can’t walk away from this job. She’ll just have to convince Logan to take a chance on her…and believe that what they have together is strong enough to last.
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The Cowboyâs New Family
All veterinarian Darcy Leighton wants is a good life for her daughter. But when the vet practice she hopes to inherit is bought out from under her by newcomer Logan Maxwell, she stands to lose her position completely. Recovering from a bad breakup, the handsome cowboy wants a fresh startâone that doesnât include working with a woman heâs undeniably attracted to. No stranger to heartbreak, Darcy has reservations of her own, but she canât walk away from this job. Sheâll just have to convince Logan to take a chance on herâ¦and believe that what they have together is strong enough to last.
âI donât suppose youâd like to sell her.â
Logan chuckled. âCharlie and Duster will never be sold.â
âHow about if I throw in my house? My car? Oh, wait. It doesnât run. Just the house, then. I donât have much else of value.â
âSorry. Not even your house.â Laughing, he brushed an errant strand of hair away from Darcyâs face. âBut you and Emma are welcome to come out anytime to ride them.â
âTomorrow! Can we come tomorrow?â Emma begged. âPlease?â
âProbably not, sweetie. But maybe another time.â
Emma didnât speak a word on the way home and trudged silently from Loganâs truck to the front door.
âLooks like weâre going to have a quiet evening,â Darcy said as she watched Emma go to the house. âThanks so much for the wonderful day.â
She impulsively gave him a quick hug and stepped back, suddenly feeling a little flustered and awkward at unexpectedly crossing that invisible line between friends and something more.
Yet how could she regret something that felt so right?
Thank you so much for joining me in Aspen Creek once again! Iâve loved writing about this small town set in the beautiful river bluff country of western Wisconsin.
This book in the Aspen Creek Crossroads series was great fun to write, because I love small towns, country life and animals. My husband and I live in just such a placeâan acreage out in the country with our three horses, two beloved dogs we adopted from an animal shelter, and five exceptionally friendly cats who like to wind around my ankles when I head down to the barn to do horse chores.
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Wishing you abundant blessings,
A USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning author of over thirty-five novels, ROXANNE RUSTAND lives in the country with her husband and a menagerie of pets, including three horses, rescue dogs and cats. She has a masterâs in nutrition and is a clinical dietitian. RT Book Reviews nominated her for a Career Achievement Award, two of her books won their annual Reviewersâ Choice Award and two others were nominees.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
â1 Corinthians 13:4â8
With many thanks to my husband
and our children, for their unfailing support, and also to the wonderful editors at Love Inspired who make this all possible.
Contents
After working at the Aspen Creek Veterinary Clinic for the past thirteen months, Dr. Darcy Leighton had encountered a lot of interesting situations. But walking into the clinic on Friday morning to find a tall, dark and muscular cowboy rifling through the file cabinets was certainly a surprise.
It wouldnât be the first time someone had broken in, searching for drugs or money, but this guy looked like heâd never touched an illicit drug in his life. Why on earth was he here, and how had he disabled the new burglar alarm? She and the other staff had inadvertently set it off more times than she could count, to the point that now someone from the alarm company just called her cell to ask if theyâd tripped it again.
But thereâd been no such call on her cell phone today.
The intruder had tossed an ivory Resistol hat on the desk, and from his pewter fleece vest and long-sleeve shirt to his well-worn jeans and ostrich Western boots, he appeared more suited to a ranch out West than this little resort town in Wisconsin. Not at all like the jittery, tattoo-covered thief sheâd inadvertently confronted late one night while returning to check on a surgery case.
