Kathryn Conner had vowed to never again set foot
on the Cross C Ranch until her bastard of a grandfather was dead.
Now he was. “You’re home,” Owen Daily remarked, braking his black Cadillac beneath the massive oak that shaded one end of the porch of the two story ranch house.
Home. The word leaped into Kathryn’s mind while she sat in heart pounding silence beside the man she’d hired to handle her Texas legal affairs. Staring out the wind shield, the knots in her stomach clenched tighter while she struggled to come to terms with her surroundings.
Bathed in afternoon sunlight, the house with its wraparound porch looked welcoming. For Kathryn, it had only felt that way when Sam was away in Austin dealing with senate business.
Always the wood had been painted white with butter yellow trim. The wide porch had latticework at the eaves and long, sturdy columns. The swing—where she had sat so many evenings writing stories and spinning her private d ...
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