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“Tripp, I’m not going to lie to your parents and make believe we have a relationship that doesn’t exist.”

His almost frantic gaze met hers. “Anna, do it for my mother. For my dad. Give them a little happiness.”

“Spell it out. Tell me exactly what you’re proposing.”

“We start dating. In a month or so, when my dad is better, I tell them we had a falling out and are no longer together.”

“We’re talking thirty days,” Adrianna repeated, wanting to make sure they were clear on this point.

“One month,” he said, his gaze never leaving hers.

Adrianna considered his proposition for a long moment. Would she be able to keep herself from falling in love when her feelings for him already ran so deep?

About the Author

CINDY KIRK has loved to read for as long as she can remember. In first grade she received an award for reading one hundred books. As she grew up, summers were her favorite time of year. Nothing beat going to the library, then coming home and curling up in front of the window air conditioner with a good book. Often the novels she read would spur ideas, and she’d make up her own story (always with a happy ending). When she’d go to bed at night, instead of counting sheep, she’d make up more stories in her head. Since selling her first story in 1999, Cindy has been forced to juggle her love of reading with her passion for creating stories of her own … but she doesn’t mind. Writing for the Mills & Boon^® Cherish™ series is a dream come true. She only hopes you have as much fun reading her books as she has writing them!

Cindy invites you to visit her website, www.cindykirk.com.

A Jackson Hole Homecoming
Cindy Kirk

www.millsandboon.co.uk

To Merf, my fabulous mother-in-law!

Chapter One

Adrianna Lee took a step back, her heart in her throat. As a nurse midwife, watching parents ooh and aah over their little one was her favorite part of the birthing process.

This time had been extra special because the baby she’d delivered was the new son of her friends Betsy and Ryan Harcourt. Seeing Ryan’s dark head pressed against Betsy’s blond strands as they carefully checked out their new son’s fingers and toes brought a quiver of longing.

When would it be her turn? When would she find a man to love and stand by her? A man eager to build a life with her? She’d imagined the scenario many times. But the man in her dreams wasn’t some faceless entity. He had a face. And a name. Tripp Randall.

There was only one little problem. Okay, one big problem. He wasn’t interested in her.

“I heard the good news.”

Adrianna turned toward the deep voice and there he stood. The man who’d captured her heart at fourteen by gallantly carrying some branches to the curb for her. At the time he’d been a hunky seventeen-year-old capable of turning her knees to mush with a single glance. As the steady boyfriend of her neighbor, he’d also been unattainable.

These days he was the CEO of the Jackson Hole Hospital, a widower and still unattainable.

Tripp stepped close, keeping his voice low, as if not wanting to disturb the sleeping baby nestled in Betsy’s arms. “How did everything go?”

“Perfect.” Adrianna couldn’t keep the pride from her voice. “He’s a healthy eight-pound-six-ounce boy and Betsy barely broke a sweat.”

“So not true,” Betsy called out from the rocker. “Trust me, there’s a good reason it’s called labor.”

Her dark-haired husband brushed a strand of hair back from his wife’s face, his eyes filled with concern. “I didn’t like seeing you in such pain. Even when Adrianna assured me everything was proceeding normally, I worried.”

Beside her, Adrianna felt Tripp stiffen. Pregnancy was a natural occurrence but not without risk. Tripp knew that better than most. He’d lost his wife, Gayle, and their unborn baby three years ago when the placenta had abruptly separated from the uterine wall. Adrianna raised her hand to touch his arm in a comforting gesture but pulled back at the last second.

Tripp rarely spoke of his loss. Adrianna remembered the moment she’d heard the news as if it were yesterday.

“I’m happy for you both,” she heard Tripp say. If there was any inner turmoil, his voice gave nothing away. “Have you decided on a name?”

“Nathan.” Betsy’s radiant smile lit up the entire room. “It means ‘he whom God has given.’”

“Nate Harcourt.” Tripp cocked his head and appeared to roll the name around on his tongue. “I like it. Great name for a bull rider.”

Ryan had been a champion bull rider before hanging up his spurs to attend law school.

Betsy’s mouth widened in a perfect O and she glanced at her husband in horror. Obviously the thought of her baby boy one day straddling the back of a big bad bull didn’t sit well with the new mom.

Ryan shot Tripp a glinting “you’ll pay for that comment” before patting his wife’s shoulder. “No need to think of that now, sweetheart. That’s a lot of years away.”

“C’mon.” This time, Adrianna let her fingers curve around Tripp’s arm. “You’ve caused enough trouble for one day. Let’s give Betsy and Ryan time alone with their son.”

Tripp managed to call out his congratulations before Adrianna pulled him into the hall and shut the door to the birthing suite behind them.

“Hey, if you wanted to get me alone all you had to do was ask.”

The devilish twinkle in his eyes brought a smile to Adrianna’s lips and made her forget the scolding words on her tongue.

The man had the soul of a mischievous imp. Not to mention he was too attractive for his own good. His collar-length hair was artfully disheveled, the blond waves practically inviting a woman’s fingers to slide through the soft strands. The patch of scruff on his chin only added to his appeal.

Whenever she saw Tripp at Wally’s Place—a popular local bar—dressed in jeans and boots with his fingers curved around a bottle of Dos Equis, it was hard to imagine he could be the CEO of a health system with a multimillion-dollar budget. But his performance spoke for itself. Even though he’d been in the position for less than a year, he’d already garnered praise for his innovative changes.

They’d barely stepped away from the door when a nurse approached Adrianna for her signature. As she scrawled her name on the prescription, Adrianna couldn’t help noticing the pretty redhead checking out Tripp.

“We don’t see you up on the Maternity floor much, Mr. Randall.” The recently divorced nurse gazed at him through lowered lashes.

The RN clearly had the CEO in her crosshairs. Adrianna understood the appeal. Not only was Tripp wearing her favorite beige Armani suit with the blue tie that matched his eyes, but he also smelled terrific. A woman could get intoxicated simply breathing in the spicy scent of his cologne.

“What brings you up here today?” The nurse shifted from one foot to the other, clearly in no hurry to get back to her patients.

“Some friends had a baby.” He slanted a smile in Adrianna’s direction. “And I have a proposition for Ms. Lee.”

A look of disappointment skittered across the nurse’s face, but Tripp didn’t appear to notice.

“Well, if I can ever be of service to you, don’t hesitate to call me.”

There was a decidedly suggestive undertone to the nurse’s words that would be hard to miss, but Tripp’s easy smile never wavered.

“I’ll keep that in mind—” he glanced at her name tag “—Lila.”

“It’s Leila,” the redhead corrected, then frowned as another nurse motioned to her from the doorway of one of the birthing suites. Still, she offered Tripp another smile before strolling off, her hips swinging from side to side.

Adrianna fought an unexpected surge of jealousy. She waited until Leila was out of earshot, then took out her irritation on him. “Proposition? Couldn’t you think of a less suggestive word? The nurse probably thinks you want to sleep with me.”

His eyes widened.

Adrianna stifled a groan. Talk about a Freudian slip.

“Nah.” Tripp finally waved a dismissive hand. “Everyone knows we’re just friends.”

The words had barely left his lips when Adrianna’s pager buzzed. She slipped it from her pocket and glanced down. A patient she’d been following had been admitted in labor.

“If you have a proposition for me, you’d better spit it out quick.” Adrianna softened her abruptness with a smile. “I’ve got to run.”

“The hospital fundraiser at the Spring Gulch Country Club is Saturday.” Tripp shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “The way I figure, it makes sense for us to go together.”

“You’re asking me to go with you? Why?” Adrianna didn’t bother to curb her bluntness. She and Tripp had been down this road many times since he’d returned to Jackson Hole.

Even though neither could deny the curious energy between them, he’d made it clear on many occasions that he had zero romantic interest in her. The last time the subject had come up she’d lied and said she felt the same way about him.

“I have to be there. You have to be there.” His tone turned persuasive. “We might as well go together.”

What he said made sense as far as it went. His was a command performance. As a member of the medical staff, her attendance at the annual fundraising dinner and dance was highly encouraged.

But there were any number of women in Jackson Hole who’d be happy to be his date.

“Why me?” she asked, puzzled. “Why not ask someone else? Someone who appeals to you?”

Merely saying the words brought a pang of regret. They could be so good together … if he’d just give her a chance.

“You’re a beautiful woman.” Tripp spoke quickly as she began edging her way down the hall. “Any man would be proud to have you by his side.”

Adrianna stopped and fisted her hands on her hips. “You didn’t answer my question.”

This time Tripp didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “With you there’d be no expectations. I could network without worrying I’m neglecting you. You could do the same. Don’t we have fun when we’re together?”

Adrianna reluctantly nodded. Yes, they always had fun. Yes, she enjoyed being with him, but that was no longer enough. Last week she’d looked at the calendar and realized she’d turn thirty in a few weeks. She’d hoped that by this point she’d have a husband and a couple of kids.

That wasn’t going to happen if she kept hanging around Tripp Randall. She must tell him no. After all, there were bound to be lots of single men at the event. There was no point in attending the function with Tripp, a man who’d made his feelings very clear. Unless …

“I’ll go.” Adrianna’s heart skipped a beat at the smile he shot her. “On one condition.”

He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “Whatever you want.”

She ignored the tingles shooting up her arm and met his gaze. “You have to promise to introduce me to all your single friends.”

Tripp ran a finger along the starched inside collar of his shirt and wondered why—just once—the hospital couldn’t host a fundraiser where jeans and boots were de rigueur instead of formal attire.

Pick your battles, he told himself, and refocused on the soliloquy—er, conversation—that had been going on for endless minutes. When the portly gray-haired rancher—who happened to also be one of the trustees on the hospital board—paused after finishing a rather lengthy review of his Hereford breeding program, Tripp stuck out his hand. “Stop by my office anytime, Paul. Let me know how that new bull works out.”

Even though Tripp had been away from horses and cattle for many years, the fact that he’d grown up working on his father’s land gave him an automatic “in” with many in the community, especially those involved in ranching.

But when Tripp had decided to return, it was his MBA in Healthcare Leadership at Yale and almost ten years of experience in health-care policy and economics that had made him a viable candidate for the CEO position.

“Mark my words, that bull will—”

“I think Tripp knows exactly what the bull will do. Let the boy get back to his date.” Paul’s wife pointed to some friends across the room and insisted her husband come with her to say hello.

“Nice to see you again, Marie,” Tripp called out as she took her husband’s arm in a steely grasp and they disappeared into the crowd.

Tripp snagged a glass of wine from a passing waiter and took a sip, surveying the large room. The Spring Gulch Country Club was where most hospital events were held and this year’s fundraiser for pediatric monitoring equipment was no exception.

Tables with silent-auction items filled the perimeter of a large room just off the country club’s foyer. A huge rustic stone fireplace acted as the focal point for the room. Chandeliers made out of antlers hung from the angled ceiling. Even though the beautiful hardwood floors and the tables topped with linen screamed elegance, the chandeliers added a distinctly casual touch.

Huge urns of flowers surrounded the shiny wooden dance floor. Crystal goblets and sterling-silver flatware gleamed in the candlelight. Most of those in attendance, men in tuxedos and women in cocktail dresses, were people Tripp had known his entire life.

When he caught a glimpse of his parents on the dance floor and his mother gave him a tremulous smile, Tripp realized once again how good it was to be back. Even though the man who’d once herded cattle all day was now having difficulty slow dancing with his wife, the fact that his dad was here and on his feet brought a thankful lump to Tripp’s throat.

While Tripp didn’t regret his years on the East Coast, he did regret staying away so long.

His sister had grown from a girl into a woman while he’d been away. He caught sight of her dancing with one of Travis Fisher’s younger brothers, a big smile on her face. Like him, Hailey loved to dance.

Tripp realized he hadn’t been on the dance floor yet this evening. But that could be easily remedied. Even though there were dozens of single women at tonight’s event—including the red-haired maternity nurse, Leila—he would dance first with the woman he’d brought. He glanced around the ballroom until he spotted Adrianna walking with Lexi on the edge of the dance floor.

“You’ve got a good eye.” A man’s voice sounded from Tripp’s left. “She’s the prettiest filly in the stable.”

Tripp turned. The man, standing with a glass of whiskey in one hand, was unfamiliar. Even though he had to be in his early thirties—which would make them close to the same age—he wasn’t from Jackson Hole.

Tall, with an athletic build, the stranger had the confident stance of a person used to giving orders. His dark hair was cut stylishly short and the Hublot Black Caviar on his wrist hadn’t come off the ten-dollar watch rack. But it was his steely gray eyes that defined him.

Tripp extended his hand. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Tripp Randall, the CEO of the Jackson Hole Hospital.”

The man returned Tripp’s handshake with an equally strong grasp. “Winston Ferris.” He flashed a smile showing a mouthful of perfect white teeth. “Call me Winn.”

“Are you new to Jackson Hole, Winn?”

“I am,” Winn acknowledged, his eye shifting back to the dance floor. “My father has been here a couple of years.”

Jim Ferris. One of the newer members on the hospital’s board of trustees. And, according to Tripp’s dad, the one who’d been most resistant to hiring him.

Tripp had already forgiven the man for his error in judgment. After all, like his son said, Jim was relatively new to the community.

“Are you planning to stay?” Tripp didn’t want to pry, but he was curious. Jim Ferris had recently outbid his father on the large cattle spread adjacent to their property.

“Haven’t decided yet.” Winn’s eyes took on a lust-filled glow. “But if she’d give me a tumble, I’d definitely give more thought to hanging around.”

Tripp shifted his gaze in the direction Winn stared. A group of women stood clustered together, laughing and talking. Any one of the beauties could have caught Winn’s eye. But Tripp knew instantly which “filly” stood out from the herd.

When he’d picked up Adrianna tonight, he’d taken one look at her and immediately thought of a thousand things he’d rather be doing than attending a fundraiser.

Things he shouldn’t be thinking about a woman who was only a friend. A woman who’d been his wife’s friend. Even if Tripp had been ready to date again—to get naked with a woman again—it wouldn’t be with Adrianna. It would be with someone new, not with someone so deeply linked to his past.

Yet, he couldn’t deny there was chemistry between them. Desire had hit him full force when he’d first seen her this evening. He’d had to restrain himself from pulling her into his arms and scattering kisses across her face and neck. From pulling the pins from her hair so he could run his fingers through the silky strands. From easing the dress from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor—

“Who is she?”

Tripp jerked his thoughts back to the present. Even though he should be relieved—after all, he had no business thinking of Adrianna in that manner—he found himself irritated by the man’s persistence.

“Which one?” Tripp forced a bored tone.

Winn snorted. “The hot brunette. She’s a dead ringer for that Brazilian actress.”

Tripp took a sip of wine. “Adrianna Lee. She’s a nurse midwife.”

“Is she married?”

Tripp didn’t like the way Winn looked at Adrianna, as if she were a piece of meat and he hadn’t eaten in a week.

There was no point in lying. Winn could easily discover the truth for himself. “She’s not.”

“The night is definitely looking up.” Winn grinned. “One more question. Do you know if she’s seeing anyone?”

Tripp thought of the promise he’d made to Adrianna. But Winn was a new acquaintance, certainly not a friend. And even if he was, she deserved better than a man who’d compare her to a horse.

“Do you know if she’s seeing anyone?” Winn repeated, a determined glint in his gray eyes.

Tripp smiled. “As a matter of fact, she’s with me.”

Chapter Two

Adrianna felt Tripp’s gaze on her from clear across the ballroom. But then, being so aware of him was nothing new. She’d recently told her friend Betsy it was as if she had special “Tripp radar” hardwired into her system.

“Do you know the guy Tripp is speaking with?” she asked Lexi Delacourt, another dear friend and one of the most beautiful women in Jackson Hole.

Lexi obligingly shifted her attention across the room, missing the admiring glances sent her way by a couple of cowboy types walking past. Adrianna could see why the men were impressed. Her friend looked especially lovely this evening in an off-the-shoulder dress in crimson with her sleek dark hair hanging loosely to her shoulders.

Her husband, Nick, must have thought she looked appealing, too, because a few minutes earlier, on her way to the powder room to check her makeup, Adrianna had stumbled upon the two kissing. It hadn’t been a simple peck on the lips either.

Lexi had been embarrassed, but Adrianna had told her she hoped when she finally married that her husband would find her irresistible enough to pull her into an alcove and kiss her with such passion.

“He’s certainly handsome. But who could he be?” Lexi expelled a frustrated breath and pursed her red lips. Her friend prided herself on knowing most of the residents of Jackson Hole, but it looked as though this time she was coming up empty.

“Could he be someone’s date?”

“It appears he’s single. At least I don’t think he’s wearing a ring.” As if to confirm her guess, the social worker narrowed her gaze, refocusing on his left hand.

“Ohmigod, Lex,” Adrianna hissed. “He saw you staring and now both of them are headed this way.”

The two men had begun to wind their way across the large ballroom, Tripp as fair as the other man was dark. Even though his friend was attractive, he didn’t affect Adrianna in the slightest.

Not like Tripp. When she’d seen him in his black tux tonight, her heart rate had skyrocketed into the danger zone. It was the first time she’d seen him dressed so formally since his junior–senior prom. She’d watched him arrive in a limo to pick up Gayle. While the two were dancing and laughing in the high school gym, Adrianna had been up in her room eating a pint of Chunky Monkey ice cream.

“They’re almost here,” Lexi whispered, sounding more like a high school friend than a happily married woman and mother of two. “Stay cool. We’ll pretend we don’t see them.”

“Is book club still on for this month?” Adrianna kept her gaze focused on Lexi.

“It is and we need to tell everyone that it’s okay to come even if they haven’t read The Garden of Forking Paths.”

Heat stole across Adrianna’s cheeks. The upcoming selection had been Lexi’s choice. Most of the group preferred genre fiction, but the social worker was determined to “broaden their horizons.” She’d suggested Anna Karenina, but the members had all said they’d read it, though Adrianna suspected most of them hadn’t.

At first, the short-story spy narrative appeared to be a more palatable solution. Until Adrianna went on to Wikipedia and discovered even the plot summary confused her.

“Borge’s story is a good example of hypertext fiction,” Adrianna murmured, repeating what she’d read in reviews.

From the smile lifting Lexi’s lips, the observation must have been spot-on. “Exactly. That’s why I wish the others would simply give it a—”

“Ladies.” Tripp surprised Adrianna by not only kissing her cheek but by also slipping an arm around her shoulders. “I hope we’re not interrupting.”

Adrianna blinked, stunned by the proprietary gesture. For several seconds her voice vanished.

Lexi waved a dismissive hand. “Just book-club stuff. Nothing important.”

The dark-haired man lifted a brow. “What’s the book of the month?”

Lexi’s smile broadened. “The Garden of Forking Paths. It’s a short story by—”

“Jorge Luis Borge.” The stranger finished the sentence for her. “An excellent example of hypertext fiction.”

Lexi slanted a glance in Adrianna’s direction. “That’s what you just said.”

“So you also liked the story?” Tripp’s friend settled his steely gray eyes on Adrianna.

“It was okay.” Now that he was close up, Adrianna admitted Lexi was right. He was handsome. And he had a confidence she found appealing. But so far, not a single spark.

Don’t be hasty, she told herself. Attraction often needs time to build.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Lexi said politely when Tripp made no move to perform introductions. “I’m Lexi Delacourt and this is my friend Adrianna Lee.”

“Winston Ferris.” The man extended his hand. “But please call me Winn. Winston is far too formal.”

“Is your wife here with you tonight, Mr.—er, Winn?” Lexi probed, her amber eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“I’m not married.” Winn smiled. “Or dating anyone.”

At that announcement, Lexi cast a pointed glance in Adrianna’s direction, which she promptly ignored.

Thank goodness she hadn’t yet told Lexi that she was ready to start looking for Mr. Right. If she had, there was no doubt in her mind that her friend would be shoving her in Winn’s direction, despite the fact she was here tonight with Tripp.

“Ferris?” A frown furrowed Lexi’s pretty brow. “Are you any relation to Jim?”

“He’s my father.” Winn may have answered Lexi, but his gaze remained firmly fixed on Adrianna.

“My husband, Nick, has golfed with your dad a few times.” Lexi lifted her glass of wine to her lips. “I’ve heard your father has an amazing chip shot.”

Winn simply smiled and refocused on Adrianna. “What about you? Do you have a husband? Or a boyfriend?”

Adrianna hesitated. While she supposed some might be flattered by his attention, his dogged determination to capture her interest rubbed her wrong, reminding her of that bad experience with her college boyfriend.

Besides, making a move on her wasn’t particularly gentlemanly, considering she was here with someone else. Unless Tripp had told him they were only friends.

Adrianna slanted a sideways glance at Tripp, hoping for some answers.

“I thought I made it clear that Adrianna is with me.” There was an undercurrent of warning running through Tripp’s voice that surprised Adrianna.

Whatever she’d expected Tripp to say, it wasn’t that. Was he aware by phrasing it that way it sounded as if they were a real couple?

“That’s right.” Winn gave a little laugh. “Must have slipped my mind.”

Tripp’s gaze shifted to Adrianna.

“It’s past time we dance.” He slipped his arm from her shoulder and took her hand. Before his fingers laced through hers, his thumb caressed her palm.

Adrianna’s knees suddenly went weak.

Tripp smiled. There was warmth—dare she say, heat?—in his eyes that she couldn’t recall seeing there before.

“Dancing would be … lovely.” Her tongue moistened her suddenly dry lips and once again she saw a flash of heat.

“Nice to meet you, Winn,” she called over her shoulder as Tripp tugged her to the dance floor, then jerked her close.

They fit as though they were made for each other. Tripp was just enough taller that even with her heels they came together perfectly. She wondered what it would be like if they made love. Would they come together just as perfectly? She promptly banished the thought. It wasn’t as if that was ever going to happen.

Of course, she thought, resting her head against his broad chest, it wasn’t as if she thought he’d ever hold her hand either. Or kiss her cheek.

Tripp’s arms were so strong it didn’t matter if her knees had the consistency of gelatin. When the band launched into a rendition of “Embraceable You,” a special favorite of her parents, a sadness washed over Adrianna.

She’d been nineteen and away at college when her parents had passed away, victims of carbon monoxide poisoning due to a blocked fireplace flue. Adrianna lifted her head and gazed up at Tripp. “Did you know Gayle was the first person to express her condolences after my parents died?”

He shook his head, then frowned. “What made you think of that?”

“My mom and dad loved this song.” Adrianna sighed, feeling a bit wistful. “Whenever it would come on the radio, they’d drop whatever they were doing and dance.”

If she closed her eyes, she could see them now, her mother’s head on her dad’s shoulder, a dreamy smile on her lips.

“They’d been married for almost fifteen years and had given up hope of having any children when I came along,” Adrianna continued. “A child in the house had to have been a big change, but I always felt wanted and loved.”

Her troubles in college had occurred after their deaths. She’d been so lonely, so naive, so willing to believe a handsome man’s lies. Then her world had imploded and she’d had no one. But Adrianna told herself that unlike her friends, her mom and dad would have stood by her through that horrible time.

How different things might have been …

Sighing again, she placed her cheek against the starched front of Tripp’s shirt and let herself relax.

“Have you had a nice evening so far?” Tripp murmured against her hair.

“It’s been fun.” She lifted her head and realized with a start that his lips were right there. If she leaned forward ever so slightly, they would kiss. Really kiss.

Her heart stuttered.

The music disappeared.

Had she ever noticed the tiny gold flecks in his blue eyes? Or the faint smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose? Or how good he smelled? Yes, she’d definitely noticed how good he smelled. Like soap. And sexy cologne. And that indefinable male scent that made something tighten deep in her abdomen.

Tripp’s eyes darkened. His mouth drew closer.

Anticipation skittered up Adrianna’s spine. She held her breath.

“You two look like you’re having a good time.”

Tripp stopped so abruptly that Adrianna stumbled.

“Are you okay?” he asked, after helping her regain her balance.

She nodded.

“I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to startle you.”

Adrianna turned to find Tripp’s parents staring at her.

“I’m fine. Really.” Heat rose up her neck and she wondered how much they’d seen. Of course, it wasn’t as if their son had actually kissed her.

“You look lovely this evening,” Tripp’s mother gushed. “Doesn’t Adrianna look pretty, Frank?”

“Beautiful,” Tripp’s father responded.

Pleasure slid through Adrianna’s veins like warm honey. She couldn’t believe Tripp’s mother remembered her, much less recalled her name. They’d met only once and that was months ago. “It’s a pleasure to see both of you again, Mr. and Mrs. Randall.”

“Please, call me Kathy.” The sparkle in his mother’s blue eyes reminded Adrianna of Tripp. She looked every inch a wealthy rancher’s wife with her dark blond hair cut in a stylish bob and her elegant black dress brightened by large teardrop diamond earrings and a matching necklace.

Her husband stood beside her, one hand resting lightly on her back. A tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and a weathered face, Franklin had lost a lot of weight in the past year and his tux hung loosely on his large frame.

“Was that Jim Ferris’s boy I saw you speaking with a few minutes ago?” Frank asked his son.

“His name is Winston.” Tripp cupped Adrianna’s elbow in his hand and they followed his parents off the dance floor. “From what he said, it sounds like he just got into town. He didn’t mention if he planned on staying.”

“Oh, he’s staying.” Frank gave a humorless chuckle. “He’s in bed with GPG. The word is he was involved with golf-course development in Florida. Wants to do the same here and has GPG’s backing.”