More things he shouldnât be doingâ¦
He shouldnât be wrapping his arms around Steph and pulling her close. Shouldnât be finding the taste of her even sweeter than heâd dared to imagine.
Shouldnât be. But he was.
He pulled her up and into him.
Wrong, he thought. But that didnât stop him. And she didnât seem to mind. Far from it â she kissed him right back. He didnât want it ever to end.
But he knew it had to. Exerting a superhuman effort, he lifted his mouth from hers. There was a moment, and they stared at each other.
âIâm sorry,â he aid. âI donât know what the hell my problem is. I shouldnât have done that.â
And Steph smiled a smile that became so bright it blinded him. âOh, yeah,â she said. âYou should have. And Iâm really glad you did.â
CHRISTINE RIMMER
came to her profession the long way around. Before settling down to write about the magic of romance, sheâd been everything, including an actress, a sales clerk and a waitress. Now that sheâs finally found work that suits her perfectly, she insists she never had a problem keeping a job â she was merely gaining life experience for her future as a novelist. Christine is grateful not only for the joy she finds in writing, but also for what waits when the dayâs work is through: a man she loves, who loves her right back, and the privilege of watching their children grow and change day to day. She lives with her family in Oklahoma. Visit Christine at her new home on the web at www.christinerimmer.com.
Dear Reader,
In Thunder Canyon, Montana, big changes are taking place. A modern-day gold rush and a fabulously successful new resort have signalled sudden prosperity and growth in the picturesque mountain town.
Ex-rancher Grant Clifton is having the time of his life, making money hand over fist, doing work he loves. Beautiful women flock to him. His life is just the way heâd never dared to dream it might be. Itâs perfectâ¦
Until the day he finally sees Steph Julen â the girl next door, his honorary little sister â as the grown woman sheâs somehow become. Sparks fly and all hell breaks loose when the man who has everything realises thereâs something missing in his life, after all: love. Itâs not what he planned on, not what he bargained for.
Too bad. Steph is one determined girl and sheâs out to get her man.
Yours,
Christine Rimmer
Chapter One
Grant Clifton set out that sunny Sunday afternoon with the best of intentions.
He meant for Stephanie Julen and her mom, Marie, to know of his plans good and early, so they could start getting used to the idea. He had it all laid out in his mind, just how heâd tell them.
First, he would remind them that you canât hold on to the past forever. That sometimes youâve got to let go of what used to be, let the wave of progress and prosperity take you. Dump the excess baggage and move on.
In his own life, Grant was doing exactly that. And loving every minute of it. He would make Steph and Marie understand that it was time for them to move on, too.
Since the sun was shining bright and proud in the wide Montana sky, Grant called down to the stables and had one of the grooms tack up Titan, the big black gelding he rode whenever he got the chanceâwhich wasnât all that often lately. He worked behind a desk now. His days as a rancher were behind him.
In his private suite of rooms on-site at the Thunder Canyon Resort, he changed into Wranglers and boots and a plain blue chambray shirt. When he got to the stables, Titan was ready to go. The gelding whickered in greeting and tossed his fine black head, eager to be off. The groom loaned Grant a spare hat and he grinned to himself as he rode out.
A Clifton without a battered straw Resistol close at hand to stave off the glare of the summer sun? His dad would never approve.
Fact was, John Clifton probably wouldnât have approved of a lot of things lately. Too bad. Grant settled the hat lower on his brow and refused to let his grin fade as he let Titan have his head and the horse took off at a gallop.
On Titanâs strong back, the ride to the house at Cliftonâs Pride Ranch took about an hour. Once heâd left the sprawling resort behind, Grant rode cross-country, stopping now and then to open a gate, going back and closing it once his horse went through.
In the distance, the high mountains still bore their white caps. And the grasses, which would be fading to gold soon enough, lay green and lush beneath the geldingâs hooves, rippling in the ever-present Montana wind.
As Titan ambled up and down the cuts and draws, Grant rehearsed what he would say. Yeah, he knew Steph and her mom would be disappointed. But he would remind them that he would always take care of them. He would make sure they had work when they left the ranch. That much would never change: He would watch out for them.