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Promise from a Cowboy. C.J. Carmichael
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isbn 9781472013521
Автор произведения C.J. Carmichael
Жанр Современные любовные романы
Издательство HarperCollins
A Cowboy With Something To Hide…
On the rodeo circuit, B. J. Lambert had plenty of chances to forget about his first love. Back in Coffee Creek, it’s impossible. Savannah Moody is as irresistible to B.J. as when they were teens. He’d still do anything for her—except give up the secret he promised to keep.
Sheriff Savannah Moody knows B.J. is hiding something. Not his feelings for her—it’s obvious to both of them that the attraction is as strong as ever. But she simply can’t afford to give in. She has her sister to care for, and the family land, and B.J. might be gone tomorrow. She also has a job to do: to pursue the truth and discover what really happened eighteen years ago when a barn burned and a man died. Even if it costs her dearly….
“Could we find someplace quiet to talk?”
B.J. thought about his trailer. Too small, too intimate. “I could stand some food. Want to go out for a steak?”
She hesitated, and he could see the mistrust in her eyes. Even after all these years, it hurt.
She blamed him for what had happened to Hunter. Always a kid who invited trouble, he’d gone even more wild after the fire. He’d given up on school, found a rougher set of friends and two months later, on his and Savannah’s eighteenth birthday, had stolen money from their mother and run off to his first rodeo.
Since then he’d been traveling from one state to the other, always on the move.
On the surface—and to Savannah—it probably seemed like the two of them lived pretty similar lives. But the heavy drinking and gambling that sucked up most of Hunter’s energy was not B.J.’s scene.
“My truck is parked close.” She pointed to the visitor lot. “How about we talk there?”
Though she worded it as a question, she didn’t wait for him to answer—just started walking as if she expected him to follow.
Dear Reader,
Welcome back to Coffee Creek, Montana, where the Lamberts—a family of ranchers and cowboys—own the largest spread in Bitterroot County, all controlled by matriarch Olive Lambert. Why don’t you start by grabbing a sticky bun and coffee from the Cinnamon Stick Café? Winnie and her new baby still haven’t returned to town, but don’t worry—they soon will. And Jackson Stone will be waiting. Watch for their story in the final installment in this series, coming this October.
In the meantime, you might want to take your coffee out behind the café and enjoy the view of the creek for which the town was named. See that topaz-colored water? That’s why they call it Coffee Creek.
When you’re all done your snack, walk by the Court House, where the Sheriff’s Office is located. I suppose you’ve heard about Savannah Moody, the new sheriff? Her father was an alcoholic and gambler who lost the family’s fortune before passing away from liver disease. Her mother is in the Mountain View Care Home.
Now Savannah’s life is about to become a lot more complicated. Her first love, B. J. Lambert, is back in town. He’s done with the rodeo and ready to settle down. He’s thinking it might be with her. But there’s a little problem called “the past” that must be dealt with first!
Happy Reading,
C.J. Carmichael
Promise from
a Cowboy
C.J. Carmichael
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hard to imagine a more glamorous life than being an accountant, isn’t it? Still, C.J. Carmichael gave up the thrills of income tax forms and double-entry bookkeeping when she sold her first book in 1998. She has now written more than twenty-eight novels for Harlequin and invites you to learn more about her books, see photos of her hiking exploits and enter her surprise contests at www.cjcarmichael.com.
This is for my writing companion, my real “laptop,” our family cat Penny. Every writer should have a classy cat like you.
Contents
Prologue
Sheriff Savannah Moody drove up to the church and parked right at the front, next to the bridal party’s white sedan. She thought of all the people waiting inside. The white steeple was the visual focal point of Coffee Creek, Montana, but Savannah had rarely been inside.
Her father’s funeral, with the paltry attendance of less than a dozen mourners, the marriage of a close friend and then that friend’s first baby’s christening. That was pretty much it.
And now this.
With long, purposeful strides, she made her way along the sidewalk, up the stairs and to the double doors. Muffled organ music seeped out from the building’s pores—a joyous sound that soon would end.
Delivering tragic news was the hardest part of her job. Today she had to do it to a man who’d been her first love. They’d dated all through high school. She’d been so sure she’d spend the rest of her life with him.
Then he’d done something stupid, involved her brother, and the next thing she knew he’d joined the rodeo circuit, rarely making it home to Coffee Creek in the seventeen years that followed.
But he was home now. She’d seen his truck in town a few times this week. He’d returned to witness the marriage of his youngest brother, Brock.
Savannah swallowed, then took a deep breath and went in.
The organ music swelled,