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      No Place Like Home

      Abby Diaz longs to reestablish a relationship with her father, so she heads to Canyon Springs, her Arizona hometown, with a painful past she can’t share with anyone. But then she’s needed to care for her young nephew. The little boy takes a shine to a happy-go-lucky cowboy, a handsome man who’s everything Abby can never have. The more time she spends with Brett, the more she realizes he’s harboring a heartache of his own. As she works on repairing family ties with her father, Abby knows that opening up to Brett is key to forging a new future…together

      “Are you in town for long, ma’am?” Brett’s voice drew her attention.

      No. I’m leaving as soon as I drop Davy off at home.”

      “That’s a shame.”

      Why? Because he wouldn’t have an opportunity to weave his charming wiles around another susceptible female heart?

      Abby glanced again toward her nephew, who was still talking with Trey. Come on, Davy, let’s go.

      Brett motioned in their direction. “A bright boy, that one, and he has a natural way with horses. You may have an accomplished horseman in the family one of these days.”

      “He wants a horse. Bad.” She smiled inwardly at the remembrance of her own childhood demands.

      “Is your brother harboring any other pretty sisters?” Brett quirked a smile. “I may have to talk with him about holding out on friends.”

      He’s a flirt. The women warned you. Don’t take his flattery to heart. Nevertheless, her breath came more quickly at the approving sparkle in his eyes.

      GLYNNA KAYE

      treasures memories of growing up in small Midwestern towns—in Iowa, Missouri, Illinois—and vacations spent in another rural community with the Texan side of the family. She traces her love of storytelling to the many times a houseful of great-aunts and great-uncles gathered with her grandma to share hours of what they called “windjammers”—candid, heartwarming, poignant and often humorous tales of their youth and young adulthood.

      Glynna now lives in Arizona, and when she isn’t writing she’s gardening and enjoying photography and the great outdoors.

      Pine Country Cowboy

      Glynna Kaye

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      The Lord is close to the brokenhearted

      and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

      —Psalms 34:18

      Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up;

      do you not perceive it? I am making a way

      in the desert and streams in a wasteland.

      —Isaiah 43:18–19

      To Uncle Ron and Aunt Kay…and in memory of my cousin Teri, who inspired those whose lives she touched as she courageously battled cystic fibrosis.

      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

       Epilogue

       Dear Reader

       Questions for Discussion

       Extract

      Chapter One

      The last thing Abby Diaz needed was to be surrounded by little kids and pestered by a flirtatious cowboy.

      At the moment, she had the misfortune of both.

      She sucked in a steadying breath, acutely aware of the echoing chirp of sparrows in the indoor arena’s rafters, the smell of straw, hay and horses—and the engaging smile of the good-looking man patiently awaiting a response to his question.

      At least she wouldn’t be in Canyon Springs much longer. In a few hours she’d be sailing her Chevy down the curving mountain road to Phoenix, then pushing farther southward through the desert to Tucson and home. It had been foolish to make the trip anyway, a futile, final grasping by her rapidly ebbing faith.

      “So what do you say, pretty lady?” the sandy-haired cowboy with impossibly wide shoulders urged again, his

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