A Ranch Called Home
Family means everything to Gabe Coulter. And now that he's found his nephew, Gabe's determined to raise Ben on the Coulter ranch. Too bad the boy's mother, Sara Watson, has different plans. She refuses Gabe's money and won't give up Ben. What's left? Marriage? Surprisingly, the arrangement works.Ben couldn't be happier, Sara seems to have settled into life on the ranch and even Gabe likes having them around. Especially Sara. It doesn't take too long before thoughts of her fill his days…and his nights. But can something that started as a convenience turn into real love?
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“You have exactly five minutes to say your piece.”
Gabe could tell from the expression on Sara’s face that she meant to send him packing the moment five minutes were up.
“I know my brother had his faults, but turning his back on his own child wasn’t one of them. Blood kin is blood kin. We Coulters have always taken care of our own.”
“Well, here’s a news flash for you,” she said. “I made the decision not to tell Billy about Ben because there wasn’t any reason to tell Billy about Ben. It wasn’t like Billy was father material.”
This wasn’t going as planned. In fact, nothing about his interactions with her had. He needed some way to show her that her son, his nephew, needed to know his Coulter heritage. Gabe pulled the check from his front shirt pocket, unfolded it and held it up for her to see. “Take Billy’s insurance money. Use it to start a new life for yourself. But let Ben go back to Colorado with me. Let me give Ben the home and the legacy Billy would have.”
She stared at the check as if it were a coiled rattlesnake ready to strike. Then she glared at Gabe. “You must be crazy if you think I’d trade my son for money.”
Dear Reader,
In 1999 my dream came true. I sold my first romance to Harlequin Books. Now ten years later I’m thrilled to be back home with my first Harlequin Superromance novel.
Over the past decade I’ve written about single women looking for Mr. Right. I’ve written about housewives keeping hubby happy. But I’ve never had the chance to write about the kind of woman I was once—a single mom. Thanks to Harlequin Superromance, I’ve been given that opportunity.
I know exactly what it’s like to have more month than money. I know the agony of worrying if you’ve made the right decisions. And I know how hard it is shouldering the responsibility alone. But I also know the joy of being a mom far outweighs any hardships we face along the way.
A Ranch Called Home is my tribute to the single mom. And my message is simple: regardless of your finances or the mistakes you make, you still possess the most precious gift we can give our children—a mother’s everlasting and unconditional love.
Best always,
Candy Halliday
A Ranch Called Home
Candy Halliday
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Candy Halliday embraced women’s lib in the 60s, was a 70s single mom, married her Mr. Right in the 80s, became a proud grandmother in the 90s, and sold her first romance novel at fifty. Growing old gracefully has never been on Candy’s agenda. And since sixty is the new fifty and chubby is the new thin, Candy claims life in her world is good. Candy’s best advice: never put an age limit on your dreams.
This book is dedicated to my best friend
Lynda Tucker, an amazing single mom who has always been there for me through the good times and the bad. I love you, Tucker. Your friendship means more than words could ever express.
Acknowledgments
Special thanks to my wonderful agent
Jenny Bent for putting up with me.
A million thanks to my fabulous editor
Wanda Ottewell for giving me the chance to prove I can write traditional romance as well as romantic comedy.
Thanks to author Emilie Rose, my fellow
romance sister, who keeps me pointed in the proper writing direction.
Congrats to all my Duetter buddies as we celebrate
our tenth anniversary together in 2009.
And thanks always to my incredible,
supportive and loving family: Blue, Shelli, Tracy, Quint and Caroline— you guys rock!
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER ONE
GABE COULTER BOLTED upright in bed at the shrill ring of his bedside phone. When the person on the other end confirmed what Gabe had been waiting months to hear, he switched on his bedside light.
“And you’re certain you found them?”
“I’m positive,” the private detective said. “She and the kid are living in Conrad, Texas, a two-bit town just north of El Paso. She waits tables in a diner next door to a motel where they live. The boy stays in a back room at the diner while she works.”
“She hasn’t married?”
“Nah, she’s still single,” the detective said. “Still goes by the name Sara Watson. The kid’s name is Ben.”
“Ben,” Gabe half whispered.
Finally, he had a name.
He raked a hand through his hair, slowly processing the information. Finding them hadn’t been easy. The next step would be even harder.
“What do you want me to do now, Mr. Coulter?”
“Give me a second to get to my office,” Gabe said.
Grabbing his jeans from the bottom of the bed, Gabe pulled them on. With the phone still to his ear, he hurried downstairs in search of a pen and paper. He found what he needed on the massive mahogany desk that had served three generations of ranchers at the Crested-C.
What Gabe didn’t need was looking up to find that the late-Monday-night phone call had also awakened his foreman. The old man was standing in his office doorway, a worried expression on his gray-bearded face.
