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      “I won’t marry you!”

      Halfway across the churchyard, Mattie heard Jared calling her name. She didn’t stop until she heard his footsteps behind her. She turned to find him towering over her.

      “Listen to me, Mattie. We’re going back into that church and we’re—”

      “No!”

      “You can’t raise this baby by yourself!”

      “Yes, I can!” She looked up into his face and saw that Jared was as angry as she.

      “Listen to me—”

      “No, you listen to me,” she told him. “I have a home and a business. I have friends to help me. I’m perfectly capable of raising this baby myself. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

      “You don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t know what you’re up against.”

      Mattie reined in her temper. “This doesn’t concern you. Everyone thinks this baby is my husband’s, and that suits me fine.”

      “Well, it doesn’t suit me at all!”

      The Widow’s Little Secret

      Harlequin Historical #571

      Praise for Judith Stacy’s recent works

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      “…lovable characters that grab your heartstrings…a fun read all the way.”

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      “…a delightful story of the triumph of love.”

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      The Heart of a Hero

      “Judith Stacy is a fine writer with both polished style and heartwarming sensitivity.”

      —Bestselling author Pamela Morsi

      #572 CELTIC BRIDE

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      The Widow’s Little Secret

      Judith Stacy

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       JUDITH STACY

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      To David, Judy and Stacy—the greatest family

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Epilogue

      Chapter One

      Nevada, 1887

      It just wasn’t right, being envious of a dead man. Still, that’s how Jared McQuaid felt sitting on the hotel porch, watching the funeral procession roll by.

      He glanced down at the Stanford Gazette on his lap. The headline announced the untimely death of Del Ingram, and the front page article extolled the man’s many virtues.

      A knot formed in Jared’s stomach. What were the chances? He’d showed up in this town just today and read the obituary of a man he’d grown up with miles and miles from here. A man he hadn’t thought of in years.

      According to the newspaper, Ingram had died from a fall. Jared had figured ol’ Del was more likely to have been killed by a jealous husband, an irate wife or a poker player with an eye for cheaters.

      Not so, according to the newspaper. Del had made something of himself here in Stanford. Owner of a restaurant, a solid citizen with a sterling reputation, he’d had a life any man would envy.

      Jared touched his hand to the U.S. Marshal’s badge pinned to his vest beneath his coat. Seemed he and his boyhood friend had taken very different roads when they’d parted company some fifteen years ago. This wasn’t the man Jared remembered. But maybe Del had changed.

      Jared sure as hell had.

      The rocker creaked as Jared leaned back and watched from beneath the brim of his black Stetson as the funeral procession passed by. Matched sorrels pulled the wagon bearing the coffin, their hoofs stirring up little swirls of dust. Two dozen mourners followed, all dressed in

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