Kayla's Cowboy
It's never too late…right?Kayla Anderson is never going back to Montana. At least, that was the plan. But when her teenage son runs away to meet his great-grandparents, she ends up back in Schuyler…face to face with her high school sweetheart, rancher Jackson McGregor. It's complicated doesn't quite cover it, especially since Alex happens to be Jackson's son, too. Alex and his dad couldn't be more different, but Jackson will do anything to connect with his boy. And suddenly old wounds pale beside the possibility of a second chance under the wide Montana sky…
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Itâs never too late...right?
Kayla Anderson is never going back to Montana. At least, that was the plan. But when her teenage son runs away to meet his great-grandparents, she ends up back in Schuyler...face-to-face with her high school sweetheart, rancher Jackson McGregor. Itâs complicated doesnât quite cover it, especially since Alex happens to be Jacksonâs son, too. Alex and his dad couldnât be more different, but Jackson will do anything to connect with his boy. And suddenly old wounds pale beside the possibility of a second chance under the wide Montana sky...
No wonder Kayla disliked him.
And it was true that his parents hadnât been happy he was dating her. So even if theyâd known about Alex and supported her financially, she might have resented taking the money. On the other hand, she might have felt it was owed to her.
âIâm sorry,â he murmured.
âI did okay.â
âYou did better than okay,â he told her.
They fell silent again, but it was more comfortable this time. After exactly sixty minutes, DeeDee came running downstairs. âCan we swim now?â she pleaded. âThereâs a neat pool house where we can change.â
âSure,â Kayla told her. âIâll go with you.â
Jackson went to his bedroom to put on his swim trunks, then headed outside.
Kayla stood next to the pool in her bathing suit, chatting with Morgan. She looked like a model in one of those âvacation paradiseâ magazine adsâlong legs, hair fiery in the sun and a body that nearly made him howl.
He was in deep trouble.
Because my parents were older when I came along, camping was rarely a part of my childhood. The last time we went was before I turned five. I remember the family picking berries and my mom making a batch of jam from them. Having made jam myself, now, I know she was a little insane for doing it over a camp stove.
When my hero in Kaylaâs Cowboy is struggling to find a way of connecting with his rebellious teenage daughter, as well as with the son heâs just met, sending everyone camping at Yellowstone seems like a good idea. Besides, Yellowstone is an amazing place, and it felt as if I got a vicarious visit to the park along with them.
But they have to return to realityâand one of Jackson McGregorâs realities is his attraction to his sonâs mother, Kayla Anderson. Thatâs a big problem with their painful history, a mutual struggle to trust and the fact that heâs from Schuyler, Montana, while she lives in Seattle, Washington.
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Callie Endicott
CALLIE ENDICOTT often wishes her life would slow down, but so far it doesnât show any sign of cooperating. There arenât enough hours in the day for everything she likes to do, whether itâs writing stories for her readers, hiking on a mountain trail, or walking on the beach. Reading is another passion for Callie, along with her cats (Myna and Winston), cooking and travel. Luckily, Myna and Winston are getting along better than they did in the beginning, but Myna remains stubbornly jealous of Callieâs guy.
To Teddy Roosevelt and the other visionaries who set aside the US National Parks.
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KAYLA ANDERSON STARED at the sign indicating she was still more than a hundred miles from Schuyler, Montana. After driving all night from Seattle, she was exhausted. And scared.
A hitchhiker caught her eye and she leaned forward to get a better look. She sagged with disappointment. It wasnât her son.
Had Alex gotten this far?
Fifteen-year-old kids couldnât rent cars, though they could take a train or bus without raising too many questions.
She shuddered at the idea of her son hitchhiking. Surely he had better sense. Of course, sheâd never dreamed he would run away during his two-week visitation with his dad and head for Montana on his own. And how could Curtis have waited all day to let her know Alex was missing? Sheâd rushed home to see if Alex had come back, only to find a note explaining where heâd gone. Despite that, Curtis still hadnât been concerned, certain Alex was just âexerting his independence.â
Her smartphone sounded with a chime indicating she had a voice mail. Could it be Alex? Sheâd gotten a signal off and on the whole night. Pulling off the road, Kayla checked her messages.
âKayla, this is your grandfather. Donât worry, Alex is here and heâs all right. I imagine youâre on your way. Travel safe, and weâll see you soon.â
Kayla let out a shaky, relieved breath. She still had dozens of questions, but the most important one was answered. Her son was safe, instead of lying in a ditch or kidnapped, or any of the other terrible things her imagination had conjured. She debated calling her grandparents but decided to wait until they were face-to-face.
