Rodeo Family. Mary Sullivan

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       Chapter One

      Zachary Brandt wasn’t a coward.

      Not usually.

      He hovered behind a curtain at the picture window that looked out onto his front yard as Nadine Campbell drove her sporty little black car onto his ranch.

      In rural Montana on the outskirts of small-town Rodeo, home of dusty, domestic, practical pickup trucks, Nadine scooted around the countryside in her spotless, foreign car.

      He should be out on his porch in full view to greet her, not hiding here inside, building up his resolve.

      She parked, adjusted her rearview mirror and fiddled with her makeup, the gesture speaking of insecurity he’d noted in the past.

      Even way back in high school, before she’d left town for those eight or so years, she’d been self-conscious about her looks. Zach couldn’t imagine why, or what she was doing to makeup that was never less than perfect.

      She smoothed her long, red hair, as glossy as glass. Nadine belonged in Rodeo about as much as a racehorse might, an elegant, refined filly among a bunch of stolid workhorses.

      “Whatcha doin’, Dad?”

      Zach startled. No wonder. He’d just been caught spying on a visitor rather than stepping outside to welcome her. He glanced over his shoulder. His twin sons stood in the living room doorway. They weren’t the only ones who’d caught him; Zach’s father had, too.

      Dad raised an eyebrow. Ryan and Aiden watched him with Maria’s deep brown eyes and wide, full-lipped mouths. She might not have left Zach with much, but she’d given him these two treasures and for that he would always be grateful.

      They stepped forward and crowded him at the window. Staring out at Nadine, Aiden whispered, “Pretty.”

      Understatement. Nadine could give lessons in pretty to the Montana countryside, and Zach thought that was damned stunning.

      “Who is she, Dad?” Ryan asked.

      “Her name is Nadine Campbell, and she’s a reporter for the newspaper.”

      “I saw her before in town,” Aiden said. “She’s got red hair.”

      As red as red could be.

      “What’s she doing here?” That was Ryan, as curious as ever.

      “She’s going to interview me.”

      Ryan looked up, not as far as he used to. His kids were growing too fast. Seven years old already. “What about? Our ranch?”

      “Partly. She wants to talk about my paintings, but they wouldn’t exist without the ranch. Right?”