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From Megan Maitland’s Diary
Dear Diary,
How I wish this day could last forever! I’ve been so truly blessed to have my whole family with me this Christmas. Seeing them all gathered around my table, each one happily married and with growing families of their own, fills my heart with joy. What more could a mother want for her children?
The Lords arrived this evening to share in the celebration. Garrett, Michael, Lana and Shelby are as dear to me as my own family. They’re all married now, too, except for Garrett. He remains stubbornly single, and seems more determined than ever to find his birth mother. If only…no, I cannot betray a promise. But I can make a special Christmas wish…
There’s never a dull moment at
MAITLAND MATERNITY
Garrett Lord: Garrett never expects that the runaway bride he finds in his barn might be the woman who holds the key to his past…and the key to his heart.
Mimi Casville: Mimi wants to prove to Garrett that she can work the ranch. Not because she needs to hide out but because Garrett seems to like her for herself. Not her family’s wealth and power.
Rupert Casville: Rupert is obsessed with having a grandson to carry on the Casville legacy. What he doesn’t know is that he already has one….
Paul Renquist: Paul isn’t above being paid by Rupert Casville to marry Mimi—or above blackmail to ensure that this time she makes it to the altar.
LeeAnn Larimore: She’d given up her precious babies all those years ago. Now they’re adults…and so close she can reach out and touch them.
Fugitive Fiancée
Kristin Gabriel
Kristin Gabriel is a traditional city girl who now lives on a farm in central Nebraska with her husband, three children, a springer spaniel and assorted cats. She received a B.S. in agriculture from the University of Nebraska before pursuing her dream of writing. Two-time winner of the prestigious RITA® Award for Best Traditional Romance of the Year, Kristin is the author of over twenty-five books for Harlequin. Her first novel, Bullets over Boise, was even turned into a made-for-television movie called Recipe for Revenge. Kristin enjoys hearing from her readers and can be reached through her Web site at www.KristinGabriel.com, or at Kristin Gabriel, P.O. Box 5162, Grand Island, NE 68802-5162.
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
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
GARRET LORD needed to find a place to hide. Fast. Caught between the corral and the old red barn, he could see the shiny blue Ford pickup truck rattling down the long gravel drive that led to his ranch house. The dual tires kicked up a plume of thick Texas dust that hovered in the fading twilight.
He only had a few precious seconds to take cover before he was spotted. He considered diving into the water trough by the corral, but he didn’t think he could hold his breath for that long.
That left the barn.
He spun on the heel of his cowboy boot and bolted for the barn door, whipping it shut behind him just as he heard the sound of gravel crunching under the truck’s tires. Hubert, his aspiring cow dog, began barking, alerting his master to the new arrival. But Garrett didn’t have to worry about the little black schnauzer disclosing his hiding place. That dog was loyal through and through.
Too bad Garrett couldn’t say the same about some of the people in his life.
He’d learned that lesson early. At two and a half years old, to be exact. When his mother had abandoned him and his younger sisters and brother. He couldn’t even remember her. Not the color of her eyes, or her hair, or the sound of her laughter. When he was a young boy, he used to look for her on the streets and in department stores, certain he’d recognize his own mother when he saw her.
But it had never happened.
Now he was both older and wiser. He didn’t indulge in childish fantasies anymore. It had taken him a while, long enough for another woman to rip away a little piece of his heart when she’d left him stranded at the altar seven years ago. She’d made a fool of him. But when the embarrassment had lasted longer than the heartache, he knew he’d gotten lucky. And he was smart enough not to make the same mistake twice.
Garrett always went with the odds, and love was definitely a long shot. Especially with his track record. Not to mention the astronomical divorce rate these days. Besides, he was more than content living alone. Working alone. Although he did treasure the time he spent with his sisters and brother. Time that was increasingly scarce now that Shelby, Lana and Michael had families of their own. As their older brother, he’d watched over the triplets for as long as he could remember. But they didn’t need his protection anymore.
Now, if he could just find someone to protect him from man-hungry cowgirls.
He leaned toward the door, pressing one eye against a tiny crack in the wood. He could see the front porch and the young woman from the neighboring ranch who stood at the door. Venna held a large covered basket in one hand. No doubt another food offering to entice him into matrimony. Only food wasn’t the way to Garrett’s heart. Neither was her eclectic artwork. Last week she’d given him a painting of a clown to hang in his living room. He hated clowns.
As he slanted his head for a better view, Garrett suddenly realized that he’d been reduced to hiding from a woman. But it was that or endure Venna’s incessant chatter until the wee hours of the morning again. She could talk almost as well as she could cook. And she was forever finding excuses to touch him.
She reminded him of a cat that had wandered onto his ranch a few years ago. Garrett was allergic to cats, so he’d avoided it as much as possible, leaving food and water in the barn, but keeping his distance. But the more he tried to keep away from it, the more the cat sought him out. Rubbing against his boots. Sleeping in his saddle. Leaving cat dander everywhere. When his sneezing and itchy, watery eyes had finally proven too much to bear, he’d foisted the overly affectionate feline on Megan Maitland. She’d always been good at taking in strays.
If only he could get rid of Venna as easily.
“Damn,” he breathed as he watched her try the doorknob, then enter the house. He’d left the door unlocked and a light on in the living room, as well as a slow cooker full of beef stew simmering in the kitchen. All signs that might encourage her to wait for his return. Which meant he could be stuck in the barn for most of the evening.
He turned away from the door and strode down the center aisle of the barn. None of the six horses even gave him a glance, recognizing his familiar step. They stood in their wooden stalls, three on either side of the aisle, chewing contentedly on their evening ration of oats.
“At least the animals on this ranch get to eat,” he muttered, his stomach rumbling. He climbed the plank ladder that led to the hayloft, figuring he might as well