Sheâs having her best friendâs baby... Only from New York Times bestselling author Maisey Yates!
When a torrid, possibly dangerous scandal comes to Royal, Texas, Selena Jacobs is nearly caught in the middle. Until her best friend Knox McCoy ensures her safetyâby moving in! Selena has loved Knox for years, but sheâs never had the courage to tell him. Now the sparks sheâs tried to smother burn out of control...and leave her pregnant. But with the pain in his past, will Knox finally take a chance on love...with her?
Selena felt like she was dangerously exposed.
All of her secrets. All of herself.
âSo thatâs it?â he asked. âWe kiss after all these years of friendship, and youâre fine.â
âKnox,â she said, âyou donât want me to be anything but fine. Believe me. Itâs better for the two of us if we just move on like nothing happened. I donât think either of us needs this right now.â Or ever.
She wanted to hide. But she knew that if she did hide it would only let him know how close he was delving into things she didnât want him anywhere near. Things she didnât want anyone near.
âYeah,â he said. âI guess so.â
âYou donât want to talk about our feelings, do you?â she asked, knowing that she sounded testy.
âAbsolutely not. Iâve had enough feelings for a lifetime.â
âIâm right there with you. I donât have any interest in messing up a good friendship over a little bit of sex.â
Knox walked past her, moving back into the shop. Then he paused, kicking his head back out of the doorway. âI agree with you, Selena, except for one little thing. With me, there wouldnât be anything little about the sex.â
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The Rancherâs Baby
is part of Texas Cattlemanâs Club:
The Impostor seriesâWill the scandal of the century lead to love for these rich ranchers?
One
My fake ex-husband died at sea and all I got was this stupid letter.
That was Selena Jacobsâs very dark thought as she stood in the oppressive funeral home clutching said letter so tightly she was wearing a thumbprint into the envelope.
She supposed that her initial thought wasnât trueâstrictly speaking. The letter proclaimed she was the heir to Willâs vast estate.
It was just that there were four other women at the funeral who had been promised the exact same thing. And Selena couldnât fathom why Will would have made her the beneficiary of anything, except maybe that hideous bearskin rug heâd gotten from his grandfather that heâd had in his dorm at school. The one sheâd hated because the sightless glass eyes had creeped her out.
Yeah, that she would have believed Will had left her.
His entire estate, not so much.
But then, she was still having trouble believing Will was dead. It seemed impossible. He had always been so...so much. Of everything. So much energy. So much light. So much of a pain in the ass sometimes. It seemed impossible that a solemn little urn could contain everything Will Sanders had been. And yet there it was.
Though she supposed that Will wasnât entirely contained in the urn. Will, and the general fallout of his lifeâgood and badâwas contained here in this room.
There were...well, there were a lot of women standing around looking bereft, each one of them holding letters identical to hers. Their feelings on the contents of the letters were different than hers. They must be. They didnât all run multimillion-dollar corporations.
Selenaâs muted reaction to her supposed inheritance was in some part due to the fact that she doubted the authenticity of the letter. But the other part was because she simply didnât need the money. Not at this point in her life.
These other women...
Well, she didnât really know. One of them was holding a chubby toddler, her expression blank. There was another in a sedate dress that flowed gently over what looked to be a burgeoning baby bump. Will had been too charming for his own good, it seemed.
Selena shuddered.
She didnât know the nature of those womenâs relationships to Will, but she had her suspicions. And the very idea of being left in a similar situation made her skin crawl.
There were reasons she kept men at armâs length. The vulnerability of being left pregnant was one of them. A very compelling one.
As for the other reasons? Well, every woman in this room was a living, breathing affirmation of Selenaâs life choices.
Heartbroken wives, ex-wives and baby mamas.