Her breasts rose and fell as she heaved out a heavy breath. âIâve made a decision regarding your marriage proposal.â
His hand on her arm tightened perceptibly. Heâd never expected an answer from her tonight. Heâd wanted her to weigh the situation and her feelings about it carefully. But apparently sheâd made up her mind without too much thought.
Liam tried to mentally brace himself as he studied her grave expression. âAre you sure, Kitty?â
Her eyes never wavered from his. âYes. Iâm sure that I want to be your wife.â
Dear Reader,
As I began to write about the Donovan family, I soon came to the realization that Liam would be the last sibling to find love. It was obvious to me that he was a special man and it would take extra time for the right woman to come along and heal his wounded heart.
Next to love, I believe grief might be the most powerful emotion a human can experience. In some cases it stops a person cold. In others it pushes them to start over and search for a way to fill the emptiness inside them.
In Liamâs case, heâs lost the will to search for a new beginning, but when he finally does, he slowly realizes that life can offer second chances and love is worth risking everything.
For those of you whoâve been reading the Donovan stories, thank you so much. And please donât think you have to say goodbye to this family. More MEN OF THE WEST stories will be coming, and some of them might even include a long-lost Donovan or two!
God bless each trail you ride with love and happiness,
Stella
STELLA BAGWELL has written more than seventy novels for Mills & Boon. She credits her loyal readers and hopes her stories have brightened their lives in some small way.
A cowgirl through and through, she loves to watch old Westerns, and has recently learned how to rope a steer. Her days begin and end helping her husband care for a beloved herd of horses on their little ranch located on the south Texas coast. When sheâs not ropinâ and ridinâ, youâll find her at her desk, creating her next tale of love.
The couple have a son, who is a high school math teacher and athletic coach. Stella loves to hear from readers and invites them to contact her at [email protected].
To horses, for the love and inspiration they give us,
and the hopes and dreams we hang upon them.
The woman was pregnant!
Liam Donovan stopped in his tracks and stared down the long shed row. Between him and Kitty Cartwright a hot walker led a sweaty black thoroughbred toward an open doorway, a jockeyâs valet carrying a saddle and tack hurried past, while a nearby horse hung his head over a gate and nickered loudly. Shafts of sunlight illuminated dust particles and bits of hay dancing through the air, and behind him a worker sang along to a nearby radio. Yet none of those things distracted Liamâs focus away from Kitty. Even at a distance, the silhouette of her rounded tummy was very evident and the sight stunned him.
When had this happened? Like a tornado sweeping over the plains, the question roared through his head. Three months ago, when heâd attended her fatherâs funeral in El Paso, sheâd appeared as slim as ever. And though theyâd only exchanged a few words as heâd offered his condolences, sheâd said nothing to even hint at her condition.
But then why would she? The fact that Kitty was having a baby was none of his business. Or was it? Heâd only been in her bed that one time. And that had been at least five or six months ago. The bump of her belly didnât look that far along, did it? Besides, if he was the father she wouldâve surely contacted him before now.
As Kitty stood near a stall door, talking with a young man he knew to be an assistant trainer for Desert End, Liam continued to stare. Since heâd only landed in Los Angeles yesterday, Liam hadnât yet learned whether Kitty or the Cartwrightsâ entourage of horses would be stabled at Hollywood Park Racetrack for the spring/summer meet. Heâd heard talk through the racing grapevine that she would be coming, filling the position of head trainer for Desert End Stables; a position that had been held by her father, the late, great Willard Cartwright for forty years. But Liam had tried to ignore the information and tell himself that it didnât matter if or when he might be seeing Kitty again. Now the rapid beat of his heart proved just how much heâd been lying to himself.
Inside the pockets of his jean jacket, his hands curled into loose fists as his gaze took in the lovely tanned oval of her face, the long blond hair spilling down her black sweater, the faded denim hugging her hips and thighs. When heâd first met her seven years ago, sheâd been an awkward teenager with a fanatic love for horses. But sometime between then and now, sheâd turned into a woman. And now she was carrying a baby. But whose? Could it possibly be his? The question whammed him between the eyes like a sledgehammer driving a steel spike, leaving him feeling dazed and queasy.