The Texas Rancher's New Family. Allie Pleiter

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      “You ready to head to the ranch?” Luke asked, still staring at the doorway Cooper had exited. “Gran’ll be waiting.”

      Gran. Tess swallowed the conflicting feelings that rose around the prospect of seeing her grandmother again. So much in her life had changed in the sixteen months since her last visit and she was crawling home in a defeat no one yet knew had come. On the one hand, Tess yearned to spend time with the wise, tenderhearted woman who had raised her after her mother’s death. Next to Luke, Tess had felt closest to Gran when their mother’s death had turned her eleven-year-old world upside down.

      It was Gran and Luke who had been her anchors in the nine years her father had lived after that, nine years her father hadn’t made pleasant for any of the four Buckton children. Dad was the reason all of them had left the ranch and Gran was the reason each of her siblings had returned, one by one, in the past few years.

      But Gran could always read her almost as well as Luke could. Which meant one of them was bound to figure out what had happened and why she was back. She could hope to keep the events of recent months from one of them for at least a little while, but both of them? She didn’t stand a chance.

      You knew that when you chose to come home, she told herself. Not that there had been all that much choice to it. What was the saying? Something about how home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. And she’d had nowhere else to turn.

      “Tess?” Luke peered at her, thrusting his face into her vision, snapping her thoughts away from halfway around the world to another time and place. “You hungry or something? I mean, hungrier for more than blondies?” After a second, when she didn’t answer, he added, “You okay?”

      “I’ve been up for thirty hours, that’s all. I didn’t conk out on the plane like I usually do.” As well traveled as she was for her job as a freelance photographer, Tess usually made excellent use of red-eye flights. Only these days Tess didn’t sleep well no matter where she lay her head—and that had nothing to do with jumping the international date line.

      “All the more reason to get you home so Gran can fuss over you. Catch you later, Lolly.” Luke gave a wink—as much of a showman’s wink as the one Cooper Pine had given—to the woman behind the counter and plucked the bag from Tess’s hands as they headed for the door. “You got one for me, didn’t you?”

      “Would it matter if I didn’t?”

      He pulled open the bag. “Only two cleaned Lolly out?”

      “No, I got three, but Cooper Pine cleaned her out of the other four.”

      “Cooper Pine,” Luke muttered behind a mouthful of blondie. Her brother spoke the name with a distinct lack of Texan hospitality. Which was amusing, because from what she’d heard of the Pine brothers, Cooper and Luke had loads of attention-grabbing showmanship in common. “I hoped he was only vacationing, but I told you rumor has it he’s thinking about buying the place.”

      “I tried to ask him about that, but he didn’t answer. Deliberately dodged the question, I’d say.”

      Luke grunted. “Why’d the bank rent to him anyway? Don’t foreclosures usually sit empty? The last thing we need is to look down our drive and see a line of Pineys camped out in front of his gate.”

      Fans of the horse training program known as the Pine Method—“Pineys,” they liked to call themselves—existed in Australia and Texas, and probably every other city the brothers visited on their popular, televised training tours. Their methods often achieved amazing results, but that was only half the reason for their celebrity. The way Tess saw it, the brothers’ stunning good looks, their dynamic personalities and the sheer relentlessness of their marketing had done the rest. Pineys were mostly female and it wasn’t hard to see why.

      Having grown up on a ranch, Tess had as much appreciation of an attractive man who looked at home on horseback as the next girl. But that didn’t mean she was ready to get caught up in the hype. Tess didn’t own a horse, and even if she did, she wasn’t sure she would count herself among the Piney ranks. Their expensive videos, weekly television series, multiple books and vast selection of Pine Method merchandising struck her as a bit over the top.

      “Did you tell him you’d just come from Australia?” Luke asked, driving with one hand while he polished off the blondie with the other.

      “I did.”

      “Did he go all ‘G’day’ and ‘Down Under’ on you, dialing up that fake charm? Honestly, he acts like he thinks we’ve never seen an Aussie before.”

      Luke was a fine one to talk about being an overbearing flirt. Before the rodeo accident that ended his bull-riding career, Tess would have clocked Luke in as possessing more ego than both Pine brothers combined. “I think he’s married. Did you know that?”

      That seemed to surprise her brother. “I didn’t. Wouldn’t surprise me, though—the ladies seem to go for him, and he must pull in a pretty paycheck. I haven’t seen her. Now that I think of it, I barely see him.”

      “And yet you’re sure he goes all Aussie on everyone.” This was a case of the pot calling the kettle black. Or at least, it would have been before—for the old Luke. She was rather impressed with the person her twin brother was becoming lately. Luke—formerly a confirmed and rowdy bachelor who couldn’t imagine any life outside of the razzle-dazzle of the rodeo circuit—had settled comfortably back in their hometown and was getting married to his high school sweetheart. This was not only good news, but offered Tess a convenient excuse to come home from halfway around the world.

      “Have you ever met an Aussie before Cooper Pine?”

      Luke grunted. “’Course I have. A few were on the bull riders tour. Dated a few sheilas, too.”

      Tess knew enough Aussie slang to find the term for females ridiculous in Luke’s Texan drawl. “More than a few, I imagine. All of that being over now, of course.”

      “Of course.”

      “Because Ruby knows how to make you pay if you get too friendly with any of those Pineys who might be lining up near home.”

      “Ugh, what an awful thought. Not Ruby—but a bunch of screaming fan girls scaring the herd. No one wants him and his crazy brother to put up a Buy Your Show Tickets Here billboard.” Luke pulled onto the road that led up toward the Blue Thorn Ranch. The familiar scenery began the slow, peaceful seep into Tess’s soul. The house with its sprawling front porch. The barn. The green of the pastures with the ever-growing herd of bison silhouetted against the blue of the sky. Home. For now or for good? I’m still too hurt to know that yet.

      “Still, anyone’s got to be an improvement over Larkey, right?” The ranch’s former owner had caused serious trouble for their oldest brother, Gunner Jr., as the Bucktons had fought to keep the Blue Thorn Ranch from the clutches of a shady land developer awhile back.

      “You’d think,” Luke replied. “Can’t say as I’m sure yet. For a brother act like the Pines, we’ve only seen Cooper. Hunter hasn’t shown up yet—so I’m taking that as a good sign.” Hunter was the dominant brother of the pair, if the advertising was to be believed.

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