The Rancher's Twins
She’s not the nanny he advertised for…Jon Blackwell needs a woman ready to tackle the duties of a cattle ranch and two lively, take-no-prisoners twin girls. But ever since Lydia Newbury showed up at his six-generation Montana spread, the frazzled single father is rethinking, well, everything.The Philadelphia dazzler is a marvel. What he doesn’t know is the secret that has Lydia on the run…
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Sheâs not the country nanny he advertised for
But she could be perfect for him...
Jon Blackwell needs a woman ready to tackle the duties of a cattle ranch and two lively, take-no-prisoners twin girls. But ever since Lydia Newbury showed up at his six-generation Montana spread, the frazzled single father is rethinking, well, everything. The Philadelphia dazzler is a marvel. What he doesnât know is the secret that has Lydia on the run...
CAROL ROSS lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two dogs. She is a graduate of Washington State University. When not writing, or thinking about writing, she enjoys reading, running, hiking, skiing, traveling and making plans for the next adventure to subject her sometimes reluctant but always fun-loving family to. Carol can be contacted at carolrossauthor.com and via Facebook at Facebook.com/carolrossauthor, Twitter, @_CarolRoss, and Instagram, @carolross__.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07828-3
THE RANCHERâS TWINS
© 2018 Carol Ross
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
JONATHON BLACKWELL INHALED a deep breath in an attempt to calm the herd of agitated cattle mustering inside his chest. It didnât help. Nothing would, save for getting in and out as quickly as possible. Shopping on a normal day was bad enough. Shopping when he was short on time was downright aggravating. Why werenât items where they should be? And was it his imagination or were products rarely to be found in the same spot twice?
Although he had to admit, Brewster Ranch Supply was more organized than most, and if he had to shop, he supposed this was the least irritating option. Trout, on the other hand, enjoyed a trip to Brewsterâs, where there was always a treat waiting for him at the checkout counter.
âAlmost done, buddy.â The black-and-white border collie stood beside him sniffing a rack of vegetable seeds. âOnly a couple more things.â
Jon trudged through Brewsterâs âhomeâ section, where he puzzled way too long over what kind of sheets a woman might like on her bedâcartoon cats seemed a little silly and more like something heâd buy for his five-year-old twins, while tiny hearts felt vaguely inappropriate. Telling himself he was overthinking it, he tossed a daisy-printed set into the shopping cart. It was just that any little thing he could do to facilitate a smooth transition for his new nanny, he wanted to do.
Nanny thoughts stirred his already churning anxiety. He needed to get back to his ranch, the JB Bar, because adding to his urgency was a sick calf that needed medicating, a cattle guard that needed fixing at the main gate, cows and heifers in labor and a generator for the calving shed that wouldnât start. Somewhere in between all that he needed to wash the new sheets and make the bed in the soon-to-be nannyâs room.
