RIGHTING THE PAST
When Cole Hawkins left Whitebark, Wyoming, nine years ago, he couldnât tell a soul the real reason whyânot even the love of his life. It had killed him to keep secrets, but heâd made a promise to his father to never share the truth. Now after nearly a decade, Cole is back. And he has every intention of reclaiming Tamsin Rayburn.
When her familyâs ranch is targeted by an arsonist, Cole, working for the local fire department, wants to help catch the culprit. Tamsin has moved onâbut sheâs conflicted when she sees Cole. Could she consider giving him a second chance? That is, if the truth behind why he left doesnât break her heart all over again.
REBECCA WINTERS, whose family of four children has now swelled to include five beautiful grandchildren, lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, in the land of the Rocky Mountains. Living near canyons and high alpine meadows full of wildflowers, she never runs out of places to explore. They, plus her favorite vacation spots in Europe, often end up as backgrounds for her romance novels, because writing is her passion, along with her family and church.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07745-3
THE RIGHT COWBOY
© 2018 Rebecca Winters
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To my darling hairdresser Alicia, who has
become a friend and has kept me looking great. (Great as I can look.) The poor thing has had to listen to some of my storiesâwhich she has done with patienceâ even though she just wanted a simple sentence or two of explanation. Never ask a writer what sheâs been working on! If you want to hear some of her brotherâs terrific country-and-western music, check out his website: www.jaredrogerson.com.
Chapter One
Tamsin Rayburn pulled in her parking space in front of Ostler Certified Accounting Firm in Whitebark, Wyoming. She was running late to get back to the ranch. Dean would be picking her up for dinner and she needed to hurry.
With her light chestnut hair swishing against her shoulders, she got out of the car and rushed through the reception area to her office. Her boss would be pleased to know sheâd finished auditing the books for Beckstrand Drilling earlier than planned and could start on the Whitebark Hospital audit.
In her haste, she almost ran into Heather Jennings, a coworker whoâd become a close friend over the last two years. It looked like everyone else had gone home. Smiling at her she said, âIâve never needed a weekend more. How about you?â
Heather studied her for a moment with an anxious expression. âYou donât know, do you?â