The Cowboy's Homecoming. Donna Alward

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      He would never invest that much of himself in a place again. No commitments meant no disappointments, and that was just how he liked it.

      He got back in the truck and found a nice level spot to park his camper.

      * * *

      KAILEY HAD THOUGHT a lot about what she’d say to Rylan Duggan the next time she saw him. She’d also known that Lacey and Duke had asked him to come to Crooked Valley. His presence here would ensure that the ranch stayed in the family, and with two of the three Duggan siblings invested in it now, his agreement was especially important. She understood that.

      But to her knowledge he hadn’t agreed, and he certainly hadn’t advised anyone of his arrival. He’d just shown up, wearing those faded jeans and a cocky grin that had made her traitorous body stand up straight and pay attention.

      She hated him for that. Almost as much as she hated that she was just that weak to fall for a sexy smile and fine ass. Well, falling for it and acting on it were two different things. He wouldn’t get the chance to burn her again.

      Dust puffed up in clouds behind her tires as she drove along a dirt road parallel to the Brandt ranch. Just beyond the next ridge was the bend in the Crooked Valley Creek, where the water slowed, creating the perfect summer swimming hole. She needed some peace and quiet, some tranquility, before she went home. The last thing she wanted to do was take this mood inside.

      Sometimes it really sucked being in her late twenties and still living with her parents. Yet it made no sense to do otherwise, when she spent 90 percent of her time working the ranch. The ranch that was going to be hers someday. That had always been perfectly clear. She was an only child. Without her, the ranch would have to be sold.

      She loved Brandt Ranch. She truly did. But having the weight of it on her shoulders had come with a price.

      Finally, she slowed and pulled off the dirt road, driving carefully down a path that was no more than two tire tracks through the grass. It opened up into a wide, grassy knoll that led to the water. As she climbed out of the truck, she could hear the comforting warble of the creek and the sound of the birds in the nearby trees and bushes.

      She picked her way down the bank to the edge of the water and dipped her fingers in. “Brrr.” She shivered and pulled her hand back out. It was only May and the creek was higher than usual, fed by the runoff from the mountains. There’d be no swimming today.

      But the sun was warm and there wasn’t a soul around for miles. She closed her eyes and rolled her shoulders, trying to ease the tension out of the tight muscles, but she could only see Rylan in her mind, his weight resting on one hip, looking calm and sexy and as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

      It was her own stupid fault. She’d anticipated a no-strings night of fun when they’d hooked up a few months ago. She’d needed it after putting on an “I’m so over it” show for Colt Black. No one had known how serious their relationship had been, or how hurt she’d been when he’d rebounded so quickly and found another girl. Newly single and at the benefit for Quinn and Amber, Colt had danced with her and asked if they could be friends again.

      And to demonstrate how very over him she was, she’d flirted with Rylan, danced with him, fallen under his spell despite herself. By the time she’d awakened in an empty bed the next morning, she’d fallen for him. Hard. And she’d seen Rylan Duggan for who he really was.

      A heartless bastard.

      Worse than that, she hated herself for her moment of weakness. Maybe Rylan had left her high and dry, but she’d put herself in that position all on her own. She’d rather just forget that whole night had ever happened.

      Letting out a huge sigh, Kailey sank into the warm grass and lay back against the ground, letting it cushion her body as she turned her face up to the sun. The water was cold, but the sun’s rays were gloriously hot. She unbuttoned her plaid shirt, letting the fabric fall away from her chest and abdomen, exposing her skin to the sun. She let the rays soak in, restoring her calm and her confidence. It made her feel feminine, when so often she felt like one of the guys, smelling like the barn and sweat. She loved every second of it, but once in a while a woman liked to feel like a woman.

      She’d definitely felt like a woman in Rylan Duggan’s arms. After he’d left her at the motel, she’d come to the conclusion that she not only didn’t need Rylan, but she didn’t need anyone at all. Maybe someday the right man would come along and sweep her off her feet, treat her the way she should be treated. Like an equal. With respect. Someone who wouldn’t mind that she already was tied down—to her ranch.

      Kailey sighed heavily, a deep, cleansing breath. And if her Prince Charming never showed up, well, that was all right, too. She was fine just the way she was.

      Except she sometimes wondered if that were true. First it had been Carrie, now Lacey. Both deliriously happy. And somehow Kailey felt as if she was missing out on something important.

      One thing she knew for sure, she thought, as she stretched out in the sun. Rylan Duggan was not the thing she was missing out on. She’d learned her lesson there.

      If she had her way, he’d be hitting the road for his next rodeo before any of them had time to catch their breath. In and out of her life as quickly as he had been the last time.

      * * *

      ON RYLAN’S FIRST night home, Lacey pulled out all the stops, just as Ry had known she would. Duke and Carrie came for dinner, and Quinn and Amber practically lived at the ranch, though the official move-in wasn’t until after the wedding in June. Lacey had made potato salad and Caesar salad, and Quinn was grilling rib-eyes for the prodigal celebration. It was nice but unnecessary. He didn’t want any fuss made.

      Good luck with that.

      They had asked all sorts of questions about Rylan’s latest rodeo conquests and were well into the meal when Duke brought up the subject of Rylan’s camper.

      “I noticed you set up your RV,” Duke said as he cut into his steak. “That’s a great little rig. You must like it when you’re traveling.”

      Rylan nodded. “It’s smaller than some, but there’s only one of me. Doesn’t take long to set up and suits me just fine.” Truthfully, he’d had something bigger but it had been a pain in the ass, heavier to haul, more space than he’d needed. He’d sold it in February and had bought the smaller set-up. On the heels of his latest win, he’d been flush with cash for a few weeks.

      Including over Valentine’s Day.

      “I made up the spare room with fresh sheets,” Lacey broke in, handing a basket of buns to Quinn. “Same one you slept in at Christmas.”

      Rylan put down his fork. “Not necessary, sis.” He smiled. “I’m happy in the camper.”

      “Rylan Joseph Duggan. You are not sleeping in a camper!”

      He raised one eyebrow as all eyes turned to look at her. “Wow,” Quinn said. “You’ve got the mother voice down cold.”

      “Can I sleep in your camper, Uncle Ry?” Amber speared a piece of steak that her father had cut for her. “I’s never been camping.”

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