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looking for Mr. Radcliffe is because he’s a beneficiary in a will. The sooner I find him, the sooner he can claim his inheritance.”

      “Oh, well that’s different,” the woman said with a small smile of relief. “Matt’s out on a drive.”

      So he did live here. Calley ignored the twinge of disappointment deep inside her. “Do you mind if I wait here until he returns?”

      The woman laughed. “No, I mean he’s out on a cattle drive. He’ll be gone for at least a month. Maybe even longer.” She placed a hand on her swollen belly. “Hopefully, it will be over before I have to make a trip to the maternity ward.”

      “Is there any way you can contact him?” Calley asked.

      “No. Although I might be able to reach my husband.”

      “Your husband?” Calley echoed, thoroughly confused. “Isn’t Matt your husband?”

      The woman laughed. “No. Matt’s terminally single. Cliff Donovan is my husband. He works for Matt, although they’re more like brothers than boss and employee. Matt was the best man at our wedding. He sublet his place to us a year ago. But he still uses it as his official address for mail and stuff.”

      A sizzle of excitement shot through Calley’s veins. So Matt Radcliffe wasn’t responsible for this woman’s child. Her determination to find him became stronger than ever. “Tell me about this cattle drive.”

      * * *

      MATT KNEW it was a bad sign when his horse threw a shoe before they even made it past the boundaries of the Tupper ranch. Not that he believed in all the old cowboy superstitions. But he did have a healthy respect for omens, and this one made him uneasy. Especially on the heels of Marla’s curse.

      At least he knew better than to relay his misgivings to the crew. Except Cliff, who had questioned the wisdom of working for a man like Tupper. In fact, Cliff had been the last one to sign on, reluctant to leave his pregnant wife and his tiny heartbreaker of a daughter. Matt regretted taking the man away from his family, but he also knew how much the Donovans could use the money. In the end, he’d left the choice up to Cliff, who had wrangled over the decision before finally agreeing to join the drive.

      Fortunately, Arnie was a farrier who’d spent many years shoeing horses on the range, so the delay hadn’t cost too much time. Matt easily caught up with the herd, which was moving well along the stretch of grass that paralleled Highway 20.

      Bringing up the rear was Bud, driving the chuck wagon. Two extra horses were tied to the back of the wagon in case one of the working horses turned up lame. The terms of the bet made it clear that this was to be an authentic, old-fashioned cattle drive. No motor vehicles, no cellular phones or any other modern conveniences of the twentieth century. The only exception to that rule was allowing them to stock up on supplies at towns along the route.

      Each cowboy carried a bedroll on the back of his saddle. Their saddlebags contained rain gear, extra clothes and personal toiletries. Pup tents were packed in the chuck wagon in case of inclement weather, along with a first-aid kit, matches, blankets, towels, soap and plenty of nonperishable food and other supplies.

      Five hours after leaving the Tupper ranch near Fort Sumner, they reached the first watering hole—a small cove branching off the Pecos River. The cattle moved eagerly toward the water, some walking right into it up to their bellies.

      Matt took off his cowboy hat and wiped his damp brow with his bandanna. It was going to be hot again today, which meant he’d have to slow down the drive so he didn’t lose any cattle to the heat.

      He looked up to see Arnie hailing him. Reining his horse around, Matt rode over to him.

      “We’ve got a problem,” Arnie said without preamble.

      “What now?” Matt asked, dread churning in his stomach. “Stray cattle? A lame horse?”

      “Worse,” Arnie replied. “A woman.”

       CHAPTER FOUR

      CALLEY COULDN’T believe her good luck. She’d found him. After following Katie Donovan’s directions to the Tupper ranch outside of Fort Sumner, she’d simply followed the trail of cow pies until she’d caught up with the cattle drive. Not exactly the latest in high-tech tracking techniques, but it had worked.

      As she slowly approached the herd in her old ‘82 Cadillac, she saw four men on horses turn to stare at her. Not wanting to spook either the cattle or the cowboys, she stopped her car and got out to walk the rest of the way.

      A man on horseback met her halfway. Her breathing hitched when she recognized him as Matt Radcliffe. Those dark eyes were even more powerful in person than they had been in his driver’s license photo.

      He climbed down from his horse and walked toward her, a fantasy in faded blue denim. His square jaw was shaded with dark whiskers and his mouth was set in a firm line. When he finally reached her, he took off his cowboy hat. A gesture she found endearingly old-fashioned.

      “Are you lost, ma’am?” His deep voice slid over her like smooth whiskey.

      She swallowed. “Not if you’re Matt Radcliffe.”

      His eyes narrowed slightly. “I am.”

      She smiled. “Then today is your lucky day. My name is Calley Graham and I’m a private inves-tigator with Finders Keepers out of Trueblood, Texas. You’ve been named as a beneficiary in Violet Mitchum’s will.”

      Something flickered in his deep-brown eyes. Surprise? Pleasure? Pain? Calley couldn’t begin to fathom the emotions swirling in those chocolate depths.

      At last he said, “I think there must be some mistake.”

      She heard the edge in his tone but barreled ahead anyway. “I assure you there’s no mistake. You’re to receive one of Violet’s rings and a letter she wrote to you shortly before her death.”

      “I’m not interested in anything Violet Mitchum had to say,” he said brusquely. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”

      Her jaw dropped as he turned around and headed back toward his horse. The man was walking away from a bequest. Possibly a very generous bequest, considering the size of the Mitchum estate.

      “Wait a minute,” Calley called, hurrying after him. “I don’t think you understand.”

      Matt had already mounted his horse, his cowboy hat now shading his eyes from her. “I understand perfectly, Miss Graham. It is Miss, isn’t it?”

      Calley nodded. “Yes. I’ve never been married.” She wanted to kick herself as soon as the words were out of her mouth. He didn’t care about her personal life, he just wanted to know how to address her. At least she’d refrained from divulging the fact that she had only dated three men in her entire life.

      And that she was still a virgin.

      “Well, Miss Graham, I’m in the middle of a cattle drive at the moment. But even if I was free to take a trip to Pinto, I have absolutely no desire to go there. Or to take anything from the Mitchums.”

      “But what about your inheritance? It could be worth a considerable amount of money.”

      He hesitated for only a moment. “You can give my inheritance to a local charity or to the dog pound for all I care.” He tipped his hat to her. “Good day, Miss Graham.”

      He rode off toward the herd, leaving her staring after him. She’d successfully tracked the man down, only to have him balk at the easy part of the job—bringing him back to Texas. Calley considered her options. She could return to Finders Keepers and inform Dylan and Lily that she’d failed. Or she could keep trying to convince Matt Radcliffe to change his mind.

      It was the easiest decision she’d made in a very long time.

      * * *

      “THAT WOMAN IS still following

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