The Rancher's Baby. Maisey Yates

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      She blinked, bringing herself firmly back to the present. There was no point thinking about all of that. She didn’t. Not often. Her friendship with Knox had survived college, and they had remained close in spite of the fact that they were both busy with their respective careers.

      It was Will. Whenever Will was added to the mix she couldn’t help but think of those years. Of that one stupid, reckless decision that had ended up doing a lot of damage in the end.

      For some reason, she suddenly felt hollow and weak. She wobbled slightly, and Knox reached toward her as if he would touch her again. She wasn’t sure that would be as fortifying as he thought it might be.

      But then the doors to the funeral home opened again and she looked up at the same time Knox looked over his shoulder.

      And the world stopped.

      Because the person who walked through the door was the person who was meant to be in that urn.

      It was Will Sanders, and he was very much alive.

      Then the world really did start to spin, and Selena didn’t know how to stand upright in it.

      That was how she found herself crashing to the floor, and then everything was dark.

      * * *

      Fucking Will. Of course he wasn’t actually dead.

      That was Knox’s prevailing thought as he dropped to his knees, wrapping his arm around Selena and pulling her into his lap.

      No one was paying attention to one passed-out woman, because they were a hell of a lot more concerned with the walking corpse who had just appeared at his own funeral.

      It was clear Will was just as shocked as everyone else.

      Except for maybe Selena.

      Had she loved the bastard that much? It had been more than ten years since Will and Selena had been married, and Selena rarely talked about Will, but Knox supposed he should know as well as anyone that sometimes not talking about something indicated you thought about it a whole hell of a lot.

      That it mattered much more than the things that rolled off your tongue with routine frequency.

      As he watched the entire room erupt in shock, Knox was filled with one dark thought.

      At the last funeral he had attended he would have given everything he owned for the little body in the casket to come walking into the room. Would’ve given anything to wake up and find it all a nightmare.

      He would have even traded places with his daughter. Would have buried himself six feet down if it would have meant Eleanor would come back.

      But of course that hadn’t happened. He was living a fucking soap opera at the wrong damned moment.

      He looked down at Selena’s gray face and cupped her cheek, patting it slightly, doing his best to revive her. He didn’t know what you were supposed to do when a woman fainted. And God knew caregiving was not his strong suit.

      His ex-wife would be the first to testify to that.

      Selena’s skin felt clammy, a light sweat beading on her brow. He wasn’t used to seeing his tough-as-nails friend anything but self-assured. Even when things were terrible, she usually did what she had done only a few moments ago. She made a joke. She stood strong.

      When Eleanor had died Selena had stood with him until he couldn’t stand, and then she had sat with him. She had been there for him through all of that.

      Apparently, ex-husbands returning from the beyond were her breaking point.

      “Come on, Selena,” he murmured, brushing some of her black hair out of her face. “You can wake up now. You’ve done a damn decent job of stealing his thunder. Anything else is just showing off at this point.”

      Her sooty eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes opened, her whiskey-colored gaze foggy. “What happened?”

      He looked around the room, at the commotion stirring around them. “It seems Will has come back from the dead.”

       Two

      Will wasn’t dead.

      Selena kept playing that thought over and over in her mind as Knox drove them down the highway.

      She wasn’t entirely clear on what had happened to her car, or why Knox was driving her. Or what she was going to do with her car later. She had been too consumed with putting one foot in front of the other while Knox led her from the funeral home, safely ensconced her in his rental car and began to take them... Well, she didn’t know where.

      She slid her hand around the back of her neck, beneath her hair, her skin damp and hot against her palm. She felt awful. She felt... Well, like she had passed out on the floor of a funeral home.

      “Where are we going?” she asked.

      “To your place.”

      “You don’t know where I live,” she mumbled, her lips numb.

      “I do.”

      “No, you don’t, Knox. I’ve moved since the last time you came to visit.”

      “I looked you up.”

      Knox hadn’t come back to Royal since his divorce. She couldn’t blame him. There was a lot of bad wrapped up in Royal for him. Seeing as this was where he’d lived with his family most of the year when he’d been married.

      “I’m not listed.” She attempted to make the words sound crisp.

      “You know me better than that, honey,” he said, that slow Texas drawl winding itself through her veins and turning her blood into fire. “I don’t need a phone book to find someone.”

      “Obviously, Knox. No one has used a phone book since 2004. But I meant it’s not like you can just look up my address on the internet.”

      “Figure of speech, Selena. Also, I have connections. Resources.”

      She made a disgusted sound and pressed her forehead against the window. It wasn’t cold enough.

      “You sent me a Christmas card,” he said, his tone maddeningly steady. “I added your address to my contacts.”

      “Well,” she said. “Damn my manners. Apparently they’ve made me traceable.”

      “Not very stealthy.”

      “And you’re rude,” she said, ignoring him. “Because you did not send me a Christmas card back.”

      “I had my secretary send you something.”

      “What did she send me?” Selena asked.

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