Название: The Texan's Christmas
Автор: Linda Warren
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472028037
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“I have to get back to work.”
“Wait.” Kid held up a hand. “I’d like to talk about oil leases.”
“What?” Lucky eased back into her chair.
“Shilah Oil would like to lease your land for oil and gas.”
She wanted to laugh and without realizing it, she did. She had something Kid wanted. This was going to be fun.
“No,” she replied without having to think about it.
“Come on, Lucky. This could be good for you.” He glanced around. “Maybe you could get out of this beer joint.”
That did it.
“The land is not for lease.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not leasing to a Hardin.”
He drew back as if she’d hit him. “Come on, Lucky.”
Come on, Lucky. That and his I-live-for-you smile were his trademarks. Come on, Lucky. He’d kiss her cheek. Come on, Lucky. He’d stroke her hair. Come on, Lucky. And she’d do anything he wanted.
But not anymore.
Dear Reader,
The Texan’s Christmas is the last book in The Hardin Boys miniseries. I’ve lived with these characters for almost two years and it’s sad to let them go, but I’m going to end the series with a bang—with tears and laughter. The best way!
If you’ve read the other two books, The Texan’s Secret and The Texan’s Bride, you’re well acquainted with Cisco “Kid” Hardin, the middle brother. If you haven’t, that’s okay. You’ll still love Kid, the charmer, the ladies’ man. He has a devil-may-care attitude and nothing in life fazes him much. Until he has to face his past—his first love, Lucinda “Lucky” Littlefield.
You probably know someone who has the gift of gab. Who never meets a stranger. Who’s the life of the party and always makes you laugh. My younger brother, Paul, is like that. He keeps everyone in stitches at family gatherings and is fun to be around.
Kid Hardin has some of those traits, and it was a challenge to see what it would take to make him serious. Kid and Lucky have a love story that has kept me on the edge of my seat and I hope you enjoy these characters as much as I’ve enjoyed creating them. So it’s goodbye to the Hardins, but I hope they live on in your mind.
With love and thanks,
Linda Warren
P.S.—It’s always a pleasure to hear from readers. You can email me at [email protected] or write me at P.O. Box 5182, Bryan, TX 77805. Visit my website at www.lindawarren.net
or www.facebook.com/authorlindawarren. I will answer your letters as soon as I can.
The Texan’s Christmas
Linda Warren
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
RITA® Award-nominated and award-winning author Linda Warren has written thirty books for Harlequin, including stories for the Superromance, American Romance and Everlasting Love series. Drawing upon her years of growing up on a farm/ranch in Texas, she writes about sexy heroes, feisty heroines and broken families with an emotional punch, all set against the backdrop of Texas. When she’s not writing or at the mall, she’s sitting on her patio with her husband watching the wildlife and plotting her next book. Visit her website at www.LindaWarren.net.
I dedicate this book to my brother,
Paul William—you’ll always be the life of the party.
I would like to thank all the patient and
understanding people who answered my endless
questions about the oil industry, trains and cattle
rustling. All errors are strictly mine.
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
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
LUCINDA LITTLEFIELD.
The name evoked a torrent of high school memories—heavenly blue eyes, kissing in the bleachers, making out in his old pickup…and a whole lot of regret.
Cisco Hardin shifted restlessly in his truck as he sped down the road in High Cotton, Texas. Everyone in school had called her Lucky, and they’d dubbed him Kid. Somehow he knew they’d meet again, but he never dreamed it would be like this.
In his mind their eyes would lock across a crowded room. She’d smile that smile that turned him inside out and all the promises he’d broken would be forgotten. Chickens wearing high heels might be a more likely scenario, he mused. Lucky wasn’t going to forget what he’d done. It was time to roll the dice and see if twenty years had mellowed the cockles of Lucky’s heart.
As he pulled into the parking area of the one beer joint in the small town, his cell jangled to the tune of “Ain’t Going Down (’Til the Sun Comes Up).” Turning off the ignition, he reached for the phone on his belt.
“Hey, Cadde.” His brother was the CEO of Shilah Oil. Kid and Chance, their other brother, had a vested interest in the company, too. The Hardin boys were in the oil business.
“Did you get Lucky to sign the lease?” Cadde always came straight to the point.
“I just reached The Joint.”
“What took so long?”
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