Second-Chance Cowboy
Rancher DaddyMorgan Walsh will do just about anything to connect with the son who continues to keep him at arm’s length. Even ask a favor of ex-fiancé Tabitha Rennie. And what young Nathan desperately wants is for Tabitha to train his late mother’s horse. But Tabitha is also determined to keep her distance. As soon as she’s paid off her father’s debts, she’ll leave town and the painful memories of the real reason she abruptly left Morgan all those years ago. Yet spending time together with Morgan and his son is sparking dreams they can’t deny: of family, fresh starts, and first loves that last a lifetime.
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Rancher Daddy
Morgan Walsh will do just about anything to connect with the son who continues to keep him at armâs length. Even ask a favor of ex-fiancée Tabitha Rennie. And what young Nathan desperately wants is for Tabitha to train his late motherâs horse. But Tabitha is also determined to keep her distance. As soon as sheâs paid off her fatherâs debts, sheâll leave town and the painful memories of the real reason she abruptly left Morgan all those years ago. Yet spending time with Morgan and his son is sparking dreams she canât deny: of family, fresh starts and first loves that last a lifetime.
Tabitha laid a gentle hand on Morganâs shoulder.
It was only supposed to be a show of comfort. But then he looked over at her, and as his eyes met hers, a quiver of attraction grew deep in her soul.
She didnât want to break the connection. In fact, she wanted to put her other hand on his other shoulder, like she used to. Tease him. Like she used to.
Her breath caught and it wasnât until they were jostled by someone wanting to get past them that the moment was over.
He looked momentarily taken aback as he broke her hold. Then he strode away.
Tabitha struggled with the confusion of her emotions. What was she doing? She had to stay in charge. It wasnât fair to Morgan.
Sheâd had her chance with him and sheâd made her choice.
What if you told him what actually happened and why?
She held that thought as she made her way out the door.
Morgan was gone, and Tabitha knew there was no way she would be able to tell him what really happened. She was on her own.
Tabitha struggled all her life with feelings of self-worth brought on by her fatherâs actions and her own difficulty with reading. Both come together to create a situation where she feels she has to make up for what her father did in order to hold her head up. In the process of the story, she learns that her worth is in Christ, and not in doing things to fix what her father did.
I think there are times in each of our lives that we feel we have no value. No worth. Itâs not a good place to be because, as the Bible verse I quoted at the beginning of this book tells us, in Godâs eyes we are valuable and loved.
I pray that you may feel Godâs love and care and that you may place your worth in Him.
P.S. I love to hear from my readers. Drop me a line at [email protected] and tell me what you liked about my book. Or you can go to my website at carolyneaarsen.com. If you sign up for my newsletter youâll get a free book.
CAROLYNE AARSEN and her husband, Richard, live on a small ranch in northern Alberta, where they have raised four children and numerous foster children and are still raising cattle. Carolyne crafts her stories in an office with a large west-facing window, through which she can watch the changing seasons while struggling to make her words obey. Visit her website at carolyneaarsen.com.
So donât be afraid;
you are worth more than many sparrows.
âMatthew 10:31
To my nieces Amber and Chelsey who inspire me with their loving devotion to their parents.
And with thanks to my nephew Daniel Aarsen who helped me with the vet stuff.
Family is everything!
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She was late for work. And not a sorry Iâm late apology she could toss off while breezing into the café, flashing a contrite smile to her boss as the clock showed a few minutes past.
No, this was a serious, half an hour, Sepp is going to fire me late. She knew explaining to him that she was busy laying down flooring in her house until midnight wouldnât cut it. Nor would it help her case to tell him that she had to make a trip to return the nailer she had borrowed from Owen Herne.
Tabitha eased off on her truckâs accelerator to make the turn, gearing down as the dust cloud following her seeped into the cab. The engine protested the sudden shift.
Please, Lord, donât let it break down, she prayed, as she shifted down again.
Her phone dinged, signaling an incoming call, then slid out of her purse and onto the floor.
Tabitha glared at the phone, then dragged her attention back to the road. No way was she hitting the ditch for the sake of a phone call.
In spite of being late, Tabitha eased off the accelerator as she turned the corner heading past the old Henry place. No one had lived in that house since Boyce and Cord Walsh bought it three years ago, but she always slowed when she drove by.
She used to dream of living there, pretending the top bedroom with its bay windows was hers and she could look out over the valley to the mountains. She had often imagined herself wandering through the many flower beds, picking lilies, daisies, lupines or lilacs to put in vases in the house. The flower beds were overgrown now, but she could still see the potential.
