Finding The Road Home. Tina Radcliffe
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Название: Finding The Road Home
Автор: Tina Radcliffe
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Love Inspired
isbn: 9780008906245
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Please do email me and let me know your thoughts. I can be reached through my website, www.tinaradcliffe.com, where you can also find some of the recipes mentioned in the series.
Sincerely,
Tina Radcliffe
But this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before.
—Philippians 3:13
This first Rebel Ranch book is dedicated to my father, Joseph P. Russo. When I was a young child, he opened up the world of books by reading aloud tales that swept me away to imaginary lands. It was this love of the written word that made me dare to think I could write a book.
Thank you to my Wrangler Team for their support and to those Wranglers who helped me build Rebel, Oklahoma: Tracey Hagwood, Dawn Leonard, Tonya Lucas, Jenny and Ryder Beardsley, Trixi Oberempt and Heather Pickett.
Only a writer really gets a writer. Tipping my cup of coffee to my friends S and S for keeping it real.
Thank you to my hero, Tom, who supports me every single day of this journey.
Finally, many thanks to my agent, Jessica Alvarez, for helping bring this series to life. I am grateful to my editor, Dina Davis, for her guidance and patience. Each book makes me a better writer.
Contents
Note to Readers
Police chief Mitchell Rainbolt shook his head as he slid into the front seat of his departmental SUV and tried to remember why he was still in Rebel, Oklahoma, running a department with less staff than the Arrowhead Diner across the street.
With a glance at the clock, he confirmed the time. Ten o’clock on a Friday morning and he was off to check out a report of trespassers because his next in command was MIA.
Again.
Ever since Roscoe McFarland announced he was retiring in a year, he’d caught a serious case of don’t know, don’t care.
Mitch put the key in the ignition. The only thing saving his sanity was that his new hire, one Daisy Anderson, would start on Monday.
The Kendall property was five miles outside of town. Empty for years, the two-story home had fallen into disrepair. A shame, because when Mitch was just a kid and doing his best to keep track of his younger siblings, the Kendalls had provided a haven he could count on during the long months while his widowed father disappeared on the rodeo circuit.
He made the turnoff to the property and stared at a do-it-yourself moving truck in the gravel drive and a minivan parked closer to the house. He couldn’t help but notice the flower bumper sticker on the mom-mobile. A bright yellow daisy.
Not trespassers. Someone was moving in. Mitch slowly drove around both vehicles, assessing the situation.
The yard showed evidence of a recent mow, and the branches of the ancient redbuds that lined the drive had been pruned. Even the hedges around the pale gray clapboard home had been trimmed back. The place showed a glimmer of its old self though it needed a good paint job.
When a football sailed over the hood of his patrol vehicle, Mitch’s foot automatically hit the brake. He glanced left and then right. A dark-haired boy about eight years old stood off to the right, eyes rounded, and a girl of similar age and coloring СКАЧАТЬ