Marie Ferrarella

Second Chance Colton


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      Be sure to check out the next books in

      The Coltons of Oklahoma series.

      The Coltons of Oklahoma: Family secrets always find a way to resurface …

      Second Chance

       Colton

      Marie Ferrarella

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      MARIE FERRARELLA, a USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award-winning author, has written two hundred and fifty books for Mills & Boon, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, www.marieferrarella.com.

      To Carly Silver

      and

      Brave New Frontiers

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       Prologue

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Epilogue

       Extract

       Copyright

       Prologue

      There was a time when he loved coming up to this ranch. Loved riding through its fields, getting lost in its acreage.

      Right now, that time seemed as if it were a million years ago. Back then he’d been a boy and this had been his ranch.

      Well, his and his family’s, Ryan Colton amended silently.

      Back then, the only crimes, large or small, harmless or serious, had all been made-up, part of the make-believe games he, his brothers Jack, Eric and Brett, as well as his half brother, Daniel, and his baby sister, Greta, would play.

      Playing had been serious business back then.

      He wished for a moment that he could go back to that point in time. Back to when innocence had been a major player in all their lives.

      But a lot of things had happened since then. Jack had gotten married, become a father and then gotten divorced before he finally got it right and found Tracy. Eric had left the ranch to become a trauma surgeon at Tulsa General Hospital, where he had met Kara, the love of his life. Daniel, along with his wife Megan, and Brett and his wife, Hannah, were still here on the ranch, along with Jack, but Daniel and Brett had ideas about managing the ranch that differed from the direction that Jack had initially wanted to take. All three were currently trying to iron things out rather than clashing over methods the way they had once done.

      And Greta, well, Greta was Greta. Her gift for training horses took her away from the ranch a great deal more than it once had. These days found her in Oklahoma City more than here because of her engagement to Mark Stanton. But even when she was gone, her presence seemed to just ooze out of the very shadows, as if unconsciously reminding the others that she, too, was a Colton and every bit as much a part of this ranch as they were.

      As for him, well, he had gone into the Marines in search of himself. He came back still looking, except now he did it as a homicide detective with the Tulsa police department.

      And it was in that capacity, as a police detective rather than a Colton sibling, that he was here now, standing in one of the Lucky C’s smaller stables, staring at a broken windowpane with blood smeared on the jagged edges.

      Whose blood was