Part of the Montana Ranch Series
Spurned by the boy she loved in high school, Bridget Lawson fled Willow Creek the day after graduation to search for fame on the rodeo circuit. She won purse after purse, but used whisky and casual sex to deaden the pain in her heart. Eight years later, she’s a recovering alcoholic and returns to Willow Creek to try to rebuild her life. She buys a small ranch, determined to open a barrel racing school. All she needs is a loan to build an arena to attract the wealthier residents with their small ranchettes and young, horse-crazy daughters.
Recently divorced from Lucy Savoy, Tom Browdy has delayed his dream of raising world-class quarter horses to run his father’s bank. When Bridget walks into his small-town bank to ask for a loan, her spark re-lights his passion for his vision—and for the woman he once loved and betrayed. Will she be able to forgive him for being young and stupid?
Bridget resists when Tom begins to court her, afraid he’ll find out about her past. Lucy hasn’t given up on Tom, and will do whatever it takes to get him back. Will they be overcome the pain of their past to create a future in a small Montana town on the edge of the Rocky Mountains? Or will Lucy’s plot to get Tom back ruin Bridget’s business and her chance to reunite with her high school love?
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She turned away from him and stalked to the corral. She climbed over rails and grabbed Recovery’s reins.
Definitely a day to ride in the hills.
“Wait a minute.” Tom followed her.
She flung herself up on the horse. “We don’t have anything else to say.”
He put his hand on Recovery’s bridle. “I have an alternative.”
His words paused her anger. “I’m waiting.”
“Can we go somewhere a little more comfortable to discuss this?”
“I’m fine where I am.”
“Bridget.” He placed his hand on her thigh, and her muscle contracted.
“Don’t.” The word was a whisper.
He pulled his hand away, let go of the bridle, and took a step back. “Sorry.” He held up the envelope. “There’s another place you can apply for a loan. Information’s in here. I’ll help you fill out their application if you need it.” Sorrow etched lines in his face. “I owe you that much.”
The riveting pain of her first lost love pierced her heart. No matter how many shots of whiskey she’d taken, how many men she’d bedded, the agony was as sharp as it had been when he’d told her he was taking Lucy to their prom.
Stupid. It had only been a dance.
“Leave it on the fencepost.” She walked Recovery to the gate, bent over, and unhooked the rope loop that held it closed. “Shut the gate on the way out.” As soon as she was free of the fence, she pushed Recovery into a canter and headed to the foothills.
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Love on Willow Creek
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