A Cowboy Comes Home - Barbara Dunlop

Barbara Dunlop

A Cowboy Comes Home

A book in the Colorado Cattle Barons series, 2012

Dear Reader,

Welcome to the first book of the Colorado Cattle Barons series from Harlequin Desire. I have a deep fondness for cowboy heroes, and this series will allow me to indulge myself by writing a whole string of them.

In book one, millionaire Caleb Terrell returns to his familys Colorado ranch, following the death of his abusive father. There, he meets sexy, down-to-earth neighbor Mandy Jacobs, the key to finding Calebs missing twin brother, Reed. While Mandy opens the door to painful childhood memories, she also shows Caleb the pathway to love and forgiveness.

I sincerely hope you enjoy A Cowboy Comes Home. And I hope youll look for Calebs brother, Reed, along with Mandys siblings, in future Colorado Cattle Barons books. Id love to hear from you, so please feel free to drop me a line through my website, barbaradunlop.com.

Barbara Dunlop

One

Dust plumes scattered beneath Caleb Terrells loafers as he approached the front steps of his former home, looking for the brother whod despised him for ten long years. A copy of his late fathers will was snapped into his Bulgari briefcase, and a million, disturbing questions swirled inside his brain. The Terrell Cattle Company hadnt changed much. The two-story brick house had been meticulously maintained, while the crisp, northern-Colorado mountain air still held the familiar tang of wheatgrass and ponderosa pine.

The soles of his shoes met the smooth wood of the wide, front porch, and for a fleeting moment he wished hed stopped in Lyndon and changed into blue jeans and boots. But he banished the impulse. He was a businessman now, not a cowboy. And the last thing he wanted to do was feel at home.

His brother, Reed, wouldnt be remotely happy to see him, but outrageous times called for outrageous measures. Reed would have to deal with it.

Caleb briefly toyed with the idea of bursting in unannounced. He owned the place, after all, and Reed had been dodging his calls for over a week. To be fair, Caleb hadnt tried to contact his fraternal twin brother in ten years. Then again, in all that time, Reed hadnt tried to contact Caleb, either.

But now, their father was dead. Caleb wouldnt have set foot on the Terrell ranch in any other circumstance. Hed probably have been shot if hed tried. Which made the contents of the will that much more baffling.

He gave three short, sharp knocks.

In the moments of silence that followed, he glanced around the ranch yard, refreshing his memory and bracing himself for the conversation to come.

The main barn had been recently painted a dark green. The square horse corrals were still meticulously maintained, their straight rails gleaming white in the afternoon sunshine. He knew every angle was precisely ninety degrees, and the posts were exactly six feet apart, rail centers at twenty-four-inch intervals.

Beyond the yard, black angus cattle dotted the summer green, hillside meadows between groves of aspen and pine. And the snowy peaks of the Rockies rose up to the misty sky. Caleb blinked against the blinding sun, refocusing closer in.

Half a dozen pickup trucks were backed up in formation in front of the equipment sheds. A freshly washed combine, cultivator and hay truck sat on the far side of the barn, and a few dozen chickens were pecking the ground around the tires. In one of the pens, a black horse whinnied and bucked, tossing its glossy mane as it ran the length of the enclosure before stopping short at the fence, nostrils flaring in annoyance.

Caleb didnt recognize the animal. No surprise there. Though there had been a time when hed been able to name every one of the fifty plus horses at Terrell. He inhaled once more, this time catching the sharp scent of manure. His spine stiffened with a latent memory of his fathers quick temper. Yeah, most things had stayed the same around here, and he didnt care to revisit any of them.

As soon as he straightened out the mess with the inheritance, hed climb back into his rented Escalade, head for the Lyndon airport and take the Active Equipment jet back to his corporate headquarters in Chicago.

Sayonara Colorado.

He turned back to the door and knocked again.

This time, there was a sound on the other side. But it was a light, quick step crossing the living-room floor-so, not his brother, Reed.

The door swung full open, and Caleb came face-to-face with a beautiful, brunette woman. She was maybe five feet five, dressed in a cowl-necked, navy T-shirt with four buttons leaving an open V-neck. Her hair was long and glossy, her lips a dark coral pink, skin smooth, brows gently arched and her moss-green eyes clear and assessing.

She looked vaguely familiar. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. Even in faded blue jeans and scuffed brown boots, she definitely looked like someone Caleb would like to know. His instantaneous attraction was quickly tempered by the thought that she might belong to his brother-a girlfriend, maybe even a wife.

His glance dipped reflexively to her left hand. No ring. But that didnt mean she wasnt Reeds.

Are you sellingsomething? she prompted, glancing from his silk tie to his briefcase. Her melodic, slightly husky voice sent a vibration through the center of Calebs chest.

It took him a moment to respond. Im looking for Reed.

Her delicate brows sloped closer together with curiosity. Is he expecting you?

I called a few days ago, Caleb offered evasively. He hadnt spoken to his brother, only left voice-mail messages, and he wasnt about to discuss his personal business with a stranger.

She crossed her arms over her chest and canted a slim, denim covered hip to one side. Are you saying Reed invited you here?

Caleb gave into curiosity. Who are you?

Who are you?

There it was again, that feeling that hed met her somewhere before. You live here?

None of your business.

Wheres Reed?

She stilled for a split second, her soft, coral mouth pursing into a sexy moue. Also, none of your business.

He struggled to be annoyed, but he found himself intrigued. Are you going to tell me anything?

She shook her head.

Have we met before? he asked.

Is that a line?

Its a question.

Its been my experience that most lines are delivered in the form of a question.

Caleb felt himself crack a reluctant smile, and her green eyes sparkled in return.

He watched her for a few moments, then conceded defeat, shifting his briefcase from his right hand before holding it out to her. Caleb Terrell.

Her gorgeous eyes went wide and round. Caleb?

Before he could react, she squealed and threw herself into his arms. You came home!

His free arm automatically wrapped around her slender waist, returning the hug and holding her lithe body against his own. He inhaled the sweet scent of her hair and found himself desperately hoping she wasnt Reeds girlfriend.

She pulled back and gazed up into his eyes. You dont remember me?

He was forced to shake his head, admitting he did not.

She socked the front of his shoulder with the heel of her hand. Its Mandy.

Caleb felt his jaw go lax. Mandy Jacobs?

She nodded, and he pulled her into another hug. Not that theyd been particularly close. Shed been thirteen to his seventeen when hed left home. He was twenty-seven now. And it felt astonishingly good to hold her in his arms.

He let the hug go on a little too long, then reluctantly let her go.

You missed the funeral. Her tone was half regretful, half accusing as she backed her way inside the house, gesturing for him to follow.

I didnt come back for the funeral, he told her soberly as he took a step over the threshold. Reminded of his reason for being here, his mood swung back to determination.

He was your father, she chided, turning to walk around the corner from the foyer and into the big living room.

Caleb followed, letting his silence speak for itself. Unless Mandy was hopelessly naive, she knew the history of the Terrell family. Wilton Terrell might have been Calebs father, but he was also the meanest son of a bitch in northwestern Colorado.

Inside the startlingly familiar room, he glanced around, attempting to orient himself. Why was Mandy here, and where was Reed? So, you and Reed are

She shook her head. Hes not here.

I can see that. It was a big house, two stories, four bedrooms, but if Reed had been around, Mandys squeal would have brought him running. Now, Caleb found himself impatient to qualify her role. You live here?

Her look went blank. Huh?

He enunciated his next words. Do you live here?

Are you asking me if Im sleeping with your brother?

Im asking if youre in a relationship with him, yes. That was the most obvious answer for her presence.

Im not. Her left eye twitched. Either of those things.

Okay.

Good. Very good. Not that it mattered to Caleb. Nothing about Lyndon Valley or the Terrell ranch mattered to Caleb. This was a temporary glitch on the thoroughfare of his life. Mandy was irrelevant.

Her tone turned tart. But how very polite of you to inquire about my sex life.

Youre here, and hes not, Caleb reasoned. Shed answered the front door, appeared very much at home. It wasnt such a stretch to think she lived here.

She traced a finger along the beveled edge of a polished cedar side table. I came up here to check things out. Then a cloud of concern darkened her expression. I got worried.

Why were you worried?

Because nobodys seen Reed since the funeral five days ago.

Mandy Jacobs had been Reeds close friend for nearly ten years. Before that, shed felt something close to hero worship for him in high school, ever since the day hed rescued her when her bikini top flew off as she dove into the Stump Lake swimming hole. The boys in her own grade had howled with laughter, stopping her girlfriends from coming into the water to help her, waiting with wide-eyed anticipation for the numbing cold to force her from the lake.

Just as she was about to give in and cover her dignity as best she could manage, Reed had come along and read the younger boys the riot act. Hed stripped off his boots and waded up to his waist, handing her his own T-shirt. Hed never even peeked while, teeth chattering and toes tingling, shed struggled her way into the shirt while under water. And then hed threatened the younger boys with dire consequences if they dared to tease her about it in the future.