The Cowboy's Secret Son

by Judy Christenberry

• ISBN13: 9780373183074
• ISBN10: 0373183070
• Edition: Large
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-07-10
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

With one glance Nick Logan knows Abby's little boy is his sonand now he wants the chance to be a father to Robbie. Though Nick sent her away once, Abby vows he won't get his way this time. She has no intention of letting her son out of her arms. But living with Nick on his Wyoming ranch is more than she bargained for. As is the sneaking suspicion that she's never really got the charismatic cowboy out of her system. Step into a world where family counts, men are true to their wordand where romance always wins the day!

Excerpts

BILLS. Bills. And more bills. Abby Stafford sighed as she flipped through the mail. In the kitchen, dinner waited to be cooked, and in the living room Robbie watched TV impatiently. She could hear his favorite show blaring as he sang along in a high-pitched, slightly off-key voice. If it weren't for the snack she'd given him, he'd be trailing her around the apartment like a puppy dog looking for his dinner. Robbie was only four and a half, but she affectionately referred to him as "the bottomless pit." Just like his daddy, she thought. Still, he was the center of her world. A knock on the door interrupted her as she flipped through the phone bill. It had to be Gail again. No matter how many times Abby had told her neighbor she wasn't interested in a double blind date, the woman didn't seem to get it. She swung open the door, not bothering to lift her eyes from the printout. "I've told you before, Gail, I'm not going." "And I'm not Gail." The timbre of the voice was unmistakable, the slight drawl too familiar. Before she could even look up, the mail slipped from her hands, floating softly to the wood floor. Abby thought she was going to follow it, albeit with a much harder landing. The past had caught up with her. The man she'd loved since she was sixteen had finally turned up on her doorstep. "Wh-what are you doing here?" She hadn't seen Nick Logan in five years, since his father's funeral. Since the death of Robert Logan had destroyed their marriage plans. Destroyed their dreams of moving to Cheyenne and leaving behind Sydney Creek, the small farming town where they'd both been raised. She let her eyes light on him. They feasted on Nick like a hungry cowboy at a campfire. From his dark hair to his booted feet, the man had only gotten better with age. His tall frame was filled out with muscles now, thanks no doubt to the ranch work, and his brown eyes had crinkles at the corners, probably from working out in the sun all day. Nick, too, took his time assessing her as held his Stetson in his callused hand. "I'm visiting you," he told her. But his voice wasn't pleasant. It was harsh, hard like him. He was exhibiting none of the gentleness with which he'd treated her years ago. "II didn't know you were in town." It was all she could get out. "Yeah. When Julie wrote me a letter about all the help you'd given her, I thought I should come say thanks." It had been her pleasure to help Nick's sister; they'd been friends years ago. "That's very kind of you, but" "Don't get me wrong, Abby. I don't feel kind." He took a small step toward her. "I'm damn mad!" "Wh-why?" "As if you don't know." She knew, but she wasn't going to admit anything unless she had to. So she lied. "No, I don't. And if you're going to be so rude, you can just go away for another five years!" She stepped back and grasped the edge of the door, ready to slam it in his face, when Robbie's voice startled her. "Mommy, is dinner ready yet?" he asked as he came into the hallway. Abby saw Nick's hard, dark eyes transfer from her to the boy. Instantly they softened. "Hi, there. I don't think I've met you. What's your name?" Nick asked, squatting down on his haunches as she'd seen him do a hundred times around a campfire. "My name's Robbie. Who are you?" Abby felt the world shrink to the three-by-six the words past the lump in her throat. "Nick, don't. Please." His gaze flickered over her, and though she saw no emotion or empathy there, he replied, "I'm a friend of your mommy's. My name's Nick." He stepped forward and stuck his big hand out to the little boy. "Glad to meet you." Robbie shook his hand. "Are you a cowboy?" he asked, his eyes big. Abby didn't think her son knew much about cowboys. She'd avoided the subject, but just the other day his preschool teacher had read them a story about a dog that helped a cowboy round up a herd