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While he drove, he thought about Sierra Benson.
Blake had been startled by their chemistry. He had overreacted by offering so much money, but when had a woman ever set his pulse pounding by merely saying hello?
Her stay at his ranch should be interesting. Maybe their attraction was something that only happened at a first meeting and wouldn’t happen again. But with the smoldering chemistry between them, he couldn’t keep from dreaming of seduction.
Dream on, he thought.
She was wrapped up in saving the world. She looked at everything through rose-colored glasses and saw everyone as filled with a basic goodness—which was not reality. This was a lesson he had learned early in life. Eventually, Sierra would learn that not everyone could be saved and all her sweet talk would be a memory. That was human nature.
No, she was not his type in any way—except for that hot, intense, mutual attraction. A scalding attraction he intended to pursue in spite of their differences.
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Expecting the Rancher’s Child is part of the Callahan’s Clan series: A wealthy Texas family finds love under the Western skies!
Expecting the
Rancher’s Child
Sara Orwig
SARA ORWIG lives in Oklahoma. She has a patient husband who will take her on research trips anywhere, from big cities to old forts. She is an avid collector of Western history books. With a master’s degree in English, Sara has written historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Books are beloved treasures that take Sara to magical worlds, and she loves both reading and writing them.
Many thanks to Stacy Boyd, Charles Griemsman and Tahra Seplowin
Thank you to Maureen Walters and Tess Callero
With thanks also to Jon Craig for answers for That Night with the Rich Rancher
With love to my family
Contents
Eagerness gripped Sierra Benson as the time arrived for her appointment with Blake Callahan.
She had done interior design for him, but that had been nearly two years ago and she’d never actually met him. Since she’d finished that job, and received a personal note of thanks from him, she’d changed careers. She was now director of Brigmore Charities of Kansas City, Kansas.
She hoped he’d asked to meet with her to make a contribution.
She’d read enough about him to know he was thirty-four, six years older than she was, a Texas multimillionaire, a hotel mogul and a rancher with interests in commercial real estate. Excitement bubbled in her to think their nonprofit might be getting a sizable donation.
Breaking into her thoughts, her assistant, Nan Waverley, announced her visitor’s arrival.
“Send him in, please,” Sierra said, as she stood and gave a pat to her light brown hair, pinned at the back of her head. She smoothed her straight brown skirt and looked up as Nan opened her office door.
“Thank you, Nan,” she said—or that’s what she hoped she said, anyway. Coming face to face with Blake momentarily took her breath.
She had seen pictures of Blake Callahan and knew he was nice looking, single and had an active social life, but she wasn’t prepared for the dynamic man who, without one word, seemed to charge the air with energy as he entered her office. Even more startling, she was caught and held by brown eyes so dark they looked black. With their gazes locked, a sizzling current rocked her.
An even bigger surprise shook her when she noticed a flicker in the depths of his eyes. His chest expanded with a deep breath—he appeared jolted by the same magnetic charge that captured her. With an effort, she gathered her wits and turned away, ending the eye contact. She crossed the room to shake hands with him.
“Mr. Callahan, I’m Sierra Benson, and it’s nice to finally meet you,” she said, trying to regain her poise.
The handshake was a mistake. The instant his warm fingers closed over hers, the same riveting current jumpstarted again, only stronger this time.
Snagged by another exchange with his mesmerizing gaze, she stood breathless, aware of the physical contact, even more conscious that he was as immobile as she. How long did they stand in silence, held by a handshake and eye contact?
She slipped her hand out of his.
“It’s Blake and, I hope, Sierra,” he said easily in a deep voice. His tone sounded casual, friendly, but his look was probing, as if trying to find something that would explain why they were caught in an invisible current.
“Fine,” she answered, striving to get a firm note into her tone. “Please, have a seat. I missed meeting you at the grand opening of your hotel because of a family emergency. Decorating your hotel was an exciting project.”
Blake sat across from her, with her ancient hardwood desk between them. In an impeccable navy suit and a shirt with French cuffs that revealed gold cufflinks, Blake could have been a model—except he conveyed the signs of a man accustomed to more physical activity. He moved with an ease that indicated a high degree of fitness.
She suspected he had not been in any office in his life that was as run-down as