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May 2010
The Ashtons: Walker, Ford & Mercedes
Featuring
Betrayed Birthright by Sheri WhiteFeather Mistaken for a Mistress by Kristi Gold Condition of Marriage by Emilie Rose
Princes of the Outback
by Bronwyn Jameson
Featuring
The Rugged LonerThe Rich StrangerThe Ruthless Groom
Charles Carlisle knew he was dying. His family denied it. The herd of medical specialists theyâd employed kept skirting around the flanks of the truth like a team of well-trained cattle dogs, but Chas knew his number had come up.
If the tumor mushrooming inside his brain didnât finish him off, the intense radiation therapy he was about to commence would. The only other soul willing to accept the truth was his good mate Jack Konrads. Not surprising since as an estate lawyer Jack dealt with human mortality every day of his working life.
Chas supposed his lawyer friend got to deal with plenty of unusual will clauses, too, because his face remained impressively deadpan as he digested the changes just requested by Chas. Carefully he set the single sheet of paper aside. âI assume youâve discussed this with your sons?â
âSo they can make my last months a living hell?â Chas snorted. âTheyâll find out once Iâm six feet under!â
âYou donât think they deserve some forewarning? Twelve months is precious little time to produce a baby from scratchâeven if any one of them was already married and planning to start a family.â
âYou suggest I should give them time to wiggle out of this?â They were clever enough, his sons. Too clever at times for their own good. âAlex and Rafe are past thirty. They need a decent shove or theyâll never settle down.â
Brow furrowed with a deep frown, Jack perused his written instructions again. âThis wording doesnât seem to exclude Tomasâ¦â
âNo exclusions. Itâs the same for all of them.â
âYou donât have to prove anything to those boys,â Jack said slowly, still frowning. âThey know you donât play favorites. Youâve always treated them as if theyâre all your sons by birth. Theyâve grown into fine men, Chas.â
Yes, they were sons to make any father proud, but in recent years theyâd grown apart, each wrapped up in his own world, too busy, too self-involved. This clause would fix that. It would rekindle the spirit of kinship heâd watched grow with the boys as they raced their ponies over the flat grasslands of their outback station. Later theyâd roped cleanskin bulls and corporate competitors with the same ruthless determination. He was counting on that get-it-done attribute when it came time to execute this will clause.
âIt has to be the same for all three,â he repeated resolutely. He couldnât exclude Tomasâdidnât want to exclude Tomas.
âItâs been barely two years since Brooke was killed.â
âAnd the longer he stays buried in grief, the harder the task of digging his way out.â Jaw set, Chas leaned forward and met his friendâs eyes. âThat, I know.â
If his father hadnât forced his handâtough love, heâd called itâChas would have buried himself in the outback after his first wifeâs death. He wouldnât have been forced overseas to manage his fatherâs British interests and he wouldnât have met a wild Irish-born beauty named Maura Keane and her two young sons.
He wouldnât have fallen completely and utterly in love.
He wouldnât have married her and completed his family with their own son, Tomas. Their son whose grief over