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Jason just knew that Jenny was nothing but trouble—a New York woman, not cut out for ranching. He ground his teeth and fought to control his anger.

When he parked by the barn, she pulled up next to him. Jason noticed that she just sat in her car, not moving. Was she waiting for him to open her door for her? She probably had people who did that for her in New York. Well, not here. Jason wanted to walk away, to leave her sitting in her car. But Sam had asked him to do the job. Opening her car door, he said, “We’re here, Miss Watson. Are you going to get out?”

He noticed that she simply looked up at the house, wringing her hands together, as though nervous. Eventually she shook herself and looked Jason squarely in the eye. “Sorry, yes! Yes, I’m coming.” She started walking toward the house. Toward her old life.

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JUDY CHRISTENBERRY

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Judy Christenberry

Coming Home to the Cattleman

Judy Christenberry has been writing romances for fifteen years, because she loves happy endings as much as her readers do. A former French teacher, Judy now devotes herself to writing full-time. She hopes readers have as much fun reading her stories as she does writing them. She spends her spare time reading, watching her favorite sports teams and keeping track of her two daughters. Judy’s a native Texan, and lives in Dallas.

In the cowboy’s arms…

Imagine a world where men are strong and true to their word…and where romance always wins the day! These rugged ranchers may seem tough on the exterior, but they are about to meet their match when they meet strong, loving women to care for them!

If you love gorgeous cowboys and Western settings, this miniseries is for you!

Judy takes us to the wilds of Wyoming in The Rancher’s Inherited Family Out in August, only from Harlequin Romance^®

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

EPILOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

JASON Welborn stared at the young woman who had just approached the check-in desk of the local hotel in McAffee, Oklahoma. She wasn’t what he expected.

With a frown, he approached her. “Miss Watson?”

The woman whirled around in surprise, the hope in her gaze quickly dying. “Yes?”

“I’m Jason Welborn, your father’s partner. He had an appointment this morning that he couldn’t miss. He asked me to meet you and invite you to the ranch. He’ll meet us there.”

“All right. As soon as I register, I’ll—”

“No,” Jason interrupted. “Sam wanted you to come to the ranch for the length of your stay.” She continued to stare at him. “If you don’t mind,” he added reluctantly.

Jason saw the woman pause slightly, as if she wondered whether going with him was a good idea. After taking a deep breath she collected herself, “Very well, Mr. Welborn.” Then she turned and thanked the man behind the desk and said to Jason, “I can follow you to the ranch. I have a rental car.”

Jason didn’t think Sam had planned on her hiring a rental car. With a shrug he agreed.

He followed her out the door and took the opportunity to take a closer look at the woman he had come to meet and who he already didn’t trust. She was good-looking, he’d give her that. Her dark hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and her features were perfect, her blue eyes remarkably like her father’s. But if she was anything like her mother, from what Sam had said, she was to be avoided at all costs.

Once she was in her car, a brand-new sedan, Jason climbed into his SUV and headed down the narrow road that would lead to the ranch he shared with Sam Sanders. He’d met Sam ten years ago, long after Jennifer Watson had been taken away by her mother to live in New York. Sam had been a drunkard, wasting his life and his ranch.

Jason frowned as he recalled that night many years ago. Sam had been sure he could drive home from the bar, but Jason had driven him. Jason’s own parents had died in an accident with a drunk and the pain still haunted him. Jason had made sure that Sam had gotten home safely, and their close friendship had begun that night.

Now this woman was going to hurt Sam. Jason just knew that was going to happen. A New York woman, just like her mother. He ground his teeth and fought to control his anger.

When he parked by the barn, she pulled up next to him. Jason noticed that she just sat in her car, not moving. What was wrong with her? Was she waiting for him to open her door? She probably had people who did that for her in New York. Well, not here. Jason wanted to walk away, leave her sitting in her car. But Sam had asked him to do the job.

Opening her car door, he said, “We’re here Miss Watson, are you going to get out?”

She turned to stare at him. “Oh! Oh, yes…It hasn’t changed that much, has it?”

He stared at her. Then he turned away. She hadn’t seen the place when it had been suffering from Sam’s neglect. “Rachel is waiting to see you.”

His words stirred her, much to his surprise. Rachel had been the housekeeper for as long as Jason had known Sam. Was she so important to Jennifer after all these years? Where did that leave Sam?

“Do you think Da—I mean, Sam—is back, too?”

“Not yet.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll…I’ll just get my bag.”

He stood there, fighting the gentlemanly behavior his mother had taught him. After she lifted her bag from the trunk of her rental car, Jason reached out and took it. Without waiting for her, he started toward the house.

When he didn’t hear her following him, he turned around. “Aren’t you coming, Miss Watson?”

Jason noticed that she simply stood looking up at the house, wringing her hands together as though she was nervous. Eventually she shook herself and looked Jason squarely in the eye. “Sorry. Yes! Yes, I’m coming.” She started walking toward the house.

Her shoes had a low heel. Acceptable wear. In the hard-packed dirt, she was able to move all right. He couldn’t fault her there. But he could fault her on her treatment of her father.

Eighteen years of silence and she shows up now to “get to know him.” Why hadn’t she answered his letters over the years? Why hadn’t she ever called? Sam hadn’t complained. At least, not to Jason. But he knew how much her absence had hurt him. And now she was back.

Just then Rachel came to the back door, watching them approach. Jason didn’t know what Rachel thought about Jennifer’s reappearance. She was intensely loyal to Sam, always had been, and she had stuck by him when he had hit rock bottom. Maybe she would ignore this smartly dressed young woman. Jason sure hoped so.

But his hope for Rachel’s support disappeared as soon as she stepped outside the house. The young woman’s face lit up and she hurried to meet Rachel.

“Oh, Rachel,” she said with a sob, wrapping her arms around the housekeeper.

“Jenny,” Rachel said, an uncertain smile on her face and tears in her eyes as she stepped back from the younger woman’s hug to look at her. “You have certainly grown up.”

“I should hope so,” Jennifer said, her voice shaking.

“I’m twenty-six now.”

“I know, it’s been so long. Come on in. I’m glad you’ve come.”

Jenny paused before asking, “Is…is he here?”

Rachel shot Jason a quick knowing look. Then she said, “No, he’s not here yet.”

“I’m…I’m anxious to see him. Is he doing all right?”

“He’s fine,” Jason said, then added, “At least he was until he got your letter.”

Both women turned to stare at him, but he didn’t back down. He’d seen the anguish Sam had suffered when he’d read the letter that had arrived just a couple of weeks ago. Jason had feared he would reach for the nearest bottle again. But he hadn’t.

Rachel led Jennifer into the kitchen and Jason followed.

“I’ll take your bag up to your room,” he growled.

“No!” She looked him in the eye. “I’ll wait until he comes. He may prefer that I…I leave.”

“No, he won’t, honey,” Rachel assured Jennifer.

She smiled at Rachel, a small smile full of long history. “I think I should wait, anyway. He may r-regret his offer of hospitality.”

An uncomfortable silence fell between the group. “How about a glass of iced tea?” Rachel said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’d love one.”

Jason set her bag against the wall. “I’ll take a glass, too, Rachel, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, Jason. I even made some cookies. You used to love them, Jenny.”

“Your oatmeal-raisin-pecan cookies? They are so good! I’ve never found any like them anywhere else.”

“I’m glad you remember them,” Rachel said with a smile.

Jennifer looked at her. “I remember a lot.”

They all heard the automobile coming down the driveway. Jason thought Jennifer would be pleased, but she seemed to freeze, staring at the back door but not moving.

Rachel walked to the window over the sink. “That’s your daddy,” she said to Jennifer.

As if facing a firing squad, Jennifer slowly stood, continuing to stare at the back door.

Jennifer’s stomach had butterflies that were doing flips. Many years ago she’d almost made herself sick with missing her father and her home. She’d pleaded with her mother to take her back to her father’s ranch. But her mother had been adamant that her father didn’t want her. He would have preferred to have had a son.

Over the years Jennifer had hung on to the hope that her father would come back for her, but he never had. Maybe her mother had been right after all. The young man who claimed to be his partner was only a few years older than her. Had her father transferred his affection for Jennifer to Jason Welborn?

Was that why he’d never answered her letters? She’d worked so hard on them, pouring out her love and hope for a reunion. She’d hurried home from school each day, looking for a letter from her daddy.

Nothing.

Now, at twenty-six, she needed to know just what had happened all those years ago. So she had written to her father one final time, asking to meet him. She hadn’t been sure he’d respond or if he’d even want to meet her. But she’d come anyway, hoping for a miracle.

The back door opened and the man she remembered, with a few more lines around his eyes and a few more gray hairs, stood in front of her. At least, she thought she remembered him. There’d been no pictures of him.

Her heart was in her mouth. Words couldn’t get past that lump. She stared at him, wanting so badly to close the gap between them by rushing into his arms. But he did nothing to encourage her, and her feet remained glued to the floor.

Rachel seemed to realize her predicament. “Look, Sam, Jenny’s come home.”

“It hasn’t been her home for eighteen years, Rachel,” Sam said harshly.

Jennifer felt the blood leave her face, and she wavered, fearing she would faint. Such rejection in the face of her hopes. “Hello…Sam.” She didn’t dare call him Dad. He’d made his feelings clear.

“Hello.”

Jennifer slowly sat down. “I appreciate the offer to stay here. It was more than generous.” Her voice didn’t sound right, but it was the best she could do.

He nodded and looked away.

If he wasn’t even going to look at her, then she had no reason to stay. She stood again and started for her bag. “I think I’ll go back to the hotel.”

“No! No, you’ll stay here. I won’t have the town talking about us!”

Jennifer sat back down. She couldn’t stand up to receive the indictment that she felt was coming. She hadn’t wanted to believe all her mother’s rantings about her father, but maybe now she should.

“Do you want some iced tea, Sam?” Rachel asked.

“Yeah, that would be good.” Sam moved to the table but took the seat farthest from Jennifer. As if she carried a disease.

Jason took the seat next to Sam as though he was showing what side he was on. Was he trying to prove to Jennifer how much more her father favored him over her?

Jennifer bent her head, hoping to hide the tears she felt forming in her eyes. She was beginning to think it had been a mistake to come here. How could she stay here? How could she accept her father’s rejection for a second time?

“How are you, Jennifer?” Sam asked after a minute.

She blinked several times before she raised her head. “I’m fine. I…I was surprised to see that the place still looks the same,” she said.

“We’re managing to stay afloat. But I have to warn you I don’t have as much money as I used to have. If you’re here to get some money, I can’t give you any.” He sounded angry.

Another blow. He thought she was here to take. Jennifer again swallowed the urge to leave. She knew that if she didn’t fight for at least acceptance from her father, she’d have nothing.

“I didn’t come to get money…Sam. I just…just thought that maybe it was time to get to know each other. We haven’t seen each other in such a long time. I hoped you wouldn’t mind seeing me for a little while. I’ll leave as soon as you want me to go.”

Sam was silent for a moment as he looked down at the table. “Okay,” he agreed with no emotion. “I have to change clothes and get to work. Ask Rachel for anything you want.” And he got up and left the room without even tasting the tea Rachel had fixed for him.

Jason stood and followed him.

Jennifer sat there, staring at the chair her father had occupied. She didn’t realize she was crying until Rachel handed her a tissue.

“Don’t cry, Jenny. It was hard for him when you left, and it’s been a long time. Things can’t be changed overnight.”

Jennifer wiped her cheeks dry. “No…I guess not.” After a moment she asked, “I’m not sure I should even be here, it seems so hard between us! Should I leave, Rachel? Would that be for the best?”

“No! Never, Jenny. Just give your dad some time. Do you need to go back to New York right away?”

“No. I quit my job when Mom died. There was so much to take care of, and I wasn’t happy there. I’d always wanted to come back home.”

“I’m glad you think of it as your home. Let’s go get you settled in your room.” Rachel stepped over to Jennifer’s suitcase and picked it up. “Just follow me.”

Jennifer followed Rachel up the staircase and turned right to go to her old room. When Rachel opened the door, Jennifer entered and was immediately struck by how much time had passed since she’d left the ranch. She had expected the room to look the same as it had when she’d been a little girl, but of course all her toys were gone, except for one stuffed rabbit that rested its head on the pillows. The gaily decorated room she’d left when she was eight was now an elegant room done in shades of blue.

“I love the way you’ve decorated the room, Rachel,” she said, pasting a smile on her face.

“We kept it the same for a long time, Jenny, but when it was obvious you weren’t coming home, I changed it because…because your father couldn’t deal with…with the memories.”

It was the first sign Jennifer had that her father had any kind of emotions for her. “He missed me?”

“Of course he did! Something fierce. If Jason hadn’t come along and helped him, I’m not sure he’d be alive now.”

“Oh. Jason. I can tell that they’re very close.”

“Yes, they are. Jason has been good to your father. It would be a mistake if you tried to come between them, Jenny.”

“No, Rachel, I would never do that. I know—I’m sure he’s been very helpful to…Sam.”

“Why don’t you call him Dad?”

Jennifer blew out a long breath. “I don’t know, Rachel, he doesn’t seem to want me to. He didn’t even touch me when he saw me.”

“You didn’t touch him, either.”

“No. I guess I was afraid to.”

“Well, give it time. Why don’t you unpack and come back down and then we’ll talk some more.”

“All right. Rachel, thank you for welcoming me. I’ve missed you.”

Rachel hugged her. “I’ve missed you, too. It was a dark day when your mother took you away.”

“Yeah, for me, too.”

Sam sank down on his bed and stared into space.

His door opened and he looked up to see Jason standing there.

“Are you okay, Sam?”

“Yeah.” Nothing more. He couldn’t seem to put his emotions into words.

“She’s a beautiful woman,” Jason said bleakly.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t trust her do you? Is that why you lied about your wealth? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you did, it’s better to have that understanding up-front.”

With a weary sigh, Sam shook his head.

“You could tell her to go away, if that’s what you want.”

“It isn’t. I want to try again, Jason, but it’s been so long it’s hard. She was so sweet and loving when she was a child. I adored her. That’s why it hurt so much when Lorraine took her away. She was my world. I did everything for her future.”

Jason stepped to Sam’s side and put his hand on his shoulder. “I know that, Sam, but go slow. There’s no rush. You were hurt badly last time, don’t be so easily knocked off your pins this time.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, but he was heartsick. He’d wanted to put his arms around Jenny and swear he’d never let her go again. But Sam knew he’d have to. Her home was in New York. A foreign land to him. Jennifer’s mother had come to Oklahoma on a vacation. He’d fallen for her at once. Two weeks later they’d married.

Too late Sam had realized she’d married him for his money. At least, it had seemed that way to him. She’d expected luxuries he’d never heard of. When he’d accused her of hating life on the ranch, she’d agreed. But by then she had been pregnant with Jenny.

Before Jenny had been born, he’d hired Rachel to help take care of the baby and keep the house clean. Lorraine had never bothered with cooking and cleaning, and with Jenny’s arrival she’d become totally uninterested in her daughter, too. And then, when Jenny was eight, Lorraine had suddenly decided to take his little girl to New York to meet her grandmother.

They’d never come back.

Sam had realized that his marriage had been a mistake, but he had wanted Jenny back. He’d finally flown to New York to talk to Lorraine and try to at least get visitation. She’d refused and had assured him that Jenny never asked about him or expressed any desire to go back to Oklahoma.

And so, desolate, Sam had come home and turned to drink, burying his head and ignoring his ranch. Then, at his lowest point, he’d met Jason. The boy had helped him stop drinking and shown him new ways to improve his land. He’d given Jason ten percent of the ranch each year until he now owned forty-nine percent. Financially they were doing well.

But Sam had lied to Jenny about his wealth, sure that she’d come back only to see what she could get from her father. She had spent so much time with her mother, some of her bad ways must have rubbed off on her, and until he knew otherwise he was going to take care, as Jason suggested.

He wanted to get to know his daughter, but the thought of history repeating itself plagued him. What did they have in common after all this time, and what kind of relationship could they have now? No. The only reason she could be here was she’d spent all her mother’s money. That had to be it.

After unpacking her belongings and putting them in the closet and chest of drawers, Jennifer sat down on the edge of the bed to shore up her emotions. She wasn’t going to spend her time at the ranch crying over spilt milk.

She was going to be strong, as strong as her father had taught her to be.

Until her mother had taken her New York, Jenny had spent most of her time with her father. The rest of the time she’d spent with Rachel. She had gone to New York—she’d had very little choice—but once there she had seldom seen her mother. Her mother hadn’t had time for her once they had gotten back to the big city and the whirling social scene her mother loved. Jenny had had a nanny who took her to school and oversaw her homework and generally had taken the place of her mother. She had been made to dine regularly with her mother and grandmother, but it had been a chore that she’d dreaded.

They’d used the time at dinner to instruct her in manners and social etiquette. Then they’d gone out for the evening and she was turned back over to the nanny.

So Jenny had drawn on the lessons her father had taught her, lessons of heart and beliefs of heritage and strength. They’d gotten her through. Maybe she’d exaggerated them in her mind. Maybe he hadn’t loved her as much as she’d believed.

But now she was going to try again.

She had to.

She stood and opened the door to her room. Going back down the stairs, she was reminded of going down in the mornings as an eight-year-old, already dressed for her day, eager to get on her pony and accompany her father as he went about his duties.

Would he let her ride? One of the few battles she’d won with her mother was for riding lessons in Central Park on Saturday mornings. She’d love to ride again on the endless prairies of Oklahoma.

When she reached the kitchen, she found Rachel preparing lunch.

“What can I do to help, Rachel?” she asked from the doorway.

“Why, nothing, child. Just keep me company.”

“Rachel, I know how to cook. Mother’s chef taught me quite a lot. I’ll be glad to help.”

“A chef? My, that must’ve been interesting. But lunch is simple. It doesn’t require much effort.”

“You always made your work seem easy, Rachel, but I know better. This is a big house. It must take a lot of your time.”

“Well, yes, but it’s my job.”

“While I’m here, I’d like to help you.”

“Your father wouldn’t expect that of you, honey.”

“He should. Now, what can I do?”

“Come peel potatoes, if you want.”

“I do.” Jennifer moved to the sink and picked up the potato peeler and began removing the skin from the potatoes.

As the two women worked, Jennifer said, “Do you think Sam would let me ride out with him once?”

“I’m not sure, honey. Do you think you can still ride?” Rachel asked.

“I took lessons every Saturday morning in Central Park. It was on an English saddle, of course, but I’ve done a lot of riding. I’d like to get back on a horse out here on the ranch.”

“That will surprise your father. He figured your mother wouldn’t allow anything that could remind you of life here.”

“It was a battle, but not one I was prepared to lose. I didn’t win it right away. At first I thought we would be returning to the ranch. I kept pestering Mom about when we would return, but eventually she told me that she had no intention of us ever coming back.”

“How long did it take her to tell you that?”

“It seemed liked forever, but I remember that it was actually just before Christmas. I cried for days. The only thing that made me stop crying was riding lessons. She tried to stop them every once in a while. But I won. I became quite adept at riding.”

“You’re pretty good at peeling potatoes, too,” Rachel said with a grin. “We’re going to cream them, so cut them into small pieces and put them in this pan with water and salt.”

Jennifer did as Rachel asked and they worked together in silence for a moment longer. Then Rachel returned to Jennifer’s original question.

“Ask your dad about riding out with him. I’m sure he’d like for you to, but he won’t suggest it himself.”

“Thank you, Rachel. There’s so much we need to catch up on, and I don’t want to make any mistakes that might affect my chance to get to know him. I was afraid to mention it.”

“Don’t be. I think he wants to get to know you as much as you want to get to know him. He hurt badly when you left, and it was hard…for all of us.”

Jennifer turned to stare at Rachel and noted the affection in the older woman’s voice toward her father. Was she more than the housekeeper these days? Was Rachel in love with her father? Maybe if Jenny got to stay awhile, maybe found a place for herself in this family, she could ask Rachel, but it was still early days and Jenny still had to work out her own relationship with her father.

“It’s very good of you to be helping me, Jenny.”

“It’s no big deal, Rachel. I’m happy to help.”

“It’s nice to have another woman in the house. It’s difficult to talk to men all the time.”

“I can imagine,” Jennifer said with a laugh.