His Texas Bride. Deb Kastner
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“I know you must have been pretty angry with me when I left the way I did.”
“Buck, that was twenty years ago,” Ellie reminded him gently, her tone carefully neutral. Why did he want to dig up the past, when there was so much to deal with right now in the present?
“Still,” he drawled slowly, “you must want to know what happened back then.”
Ellie shrugged. “If you want to tell me, I’ll listen.”
Buck stepped back, looking stunned as if she’d slapped his face. “It didn’t matter to you that I left?”
Ellie frowned. “Of course it mattered. A lot of people in this town thought—I thought—you and I had a future together.”
Buck was silent, and Ellie wondered what he was thinking about. He shook his head but didn’t speak.
DEB KASTNER
lives and writes in colorful Colorado with the front range of the Rocky Mountains for inspiration. She loves writing for the Steeple Hill Love Inspired line, where she can write about her two favorite things—faith and love. Her characters range from upbeat and humorous to (her favorite) dark and broody heroes. Her plots fall anywhere in between, from a playful romp to the deeply emotional.
Deb’s books have been twice nominated for the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Inspirational Novel of the Year.
Deb and her husband share their home with their two youngest daughters. Deb is thrilled about the newest member of the family—her first granddaughter, Isabella. What fun to be a granny!
Deb loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her by e-mail at [email protected], or on her MySpace or Facebook pages.
His Texas Bride
Deb Kastner
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Therefore if you bring your gift to the altar, and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar, and go your way. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift.
—Matthew 5:23, 24
All my love to my dearest daughter Kimberly.
Your strength and courage inspire me.
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
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
Mama loved carnations.
Buck Redmond gently laid the small, sweetly pungent bouquet of purple and yellow carnations against the headstone carved with his mother’s initials, careful not to disturb the freshly turned earth that framed the graveside. He brushed his suddenly tear-stung eyes with his thumb and forefinger and, for the hundredth time that morning, wished he’d come home even a day sooner.
He’d never planned to return home at all. But for his mother’s funeral, he’d had no choice. Despite the rift he’d created between them, Buck loved his mother, and now he’d never be able to tell her just how much.
But there was no use thinking about things that could never be. Buck had learned that the hard way. He’d make arrangements to sell his mother’s property and get out of town as fast as he’d had to return. His childhood home, once a horse ranch and now Esther’s House of Crafts, held few good memories for him, anyway.
Buck stood and replaced his black Stetson on his head. Then, feeling like he should say a prayer for his mother but not knowing how, he turned away.
Right into the arms of Ellie McBride.
Ellie.
The last person on earth he wanted to see right now.
“I thought I’d find you here,” she said softly, placing her palms on his elbows as if to balance him.
Buck took an unconscious step backward. If he was going to fall down—and he wasn’t—a small, raven-haired wisp of a woman like Ellie wouldn’t have been able to keep him vertical. Besides, he still felt that little zap of electricity whenever she touched him. It hadn’t gone away, not in twenty years.
He was thirty-eight years old now, not an awkward teenager anymore. He and Ellie had both moved on with their lives. He pulled the brim of his hat down low over his eyes.
“What do you want?” he asked. His words came out a bit more gruffly than he’d intended, but he didn’t apologize.
“I’ve been looking for you,” she said simply.
“Why?”
“I’m holding a reception for your mother’s passing at my….” She hesitated, stumbling over her words.
Buck wondered why, but he didn’t ask. He had no intention of going to any reception in this town, but telling Ellie that without hurting her feelings was another thing entirely.
“At…at my ranch house,” she concluded, gushing out the words. “The whole town is there, Buck. They want to pay their respects to you—and your son. Where is Tyler, anyway?”
That was exactly what Buck was afraid of, the whole town being there, especially where his son, Tyler, was concerned. He would have left twelve-year-old Tyler with someone—anyone—if there was anyone to leave him with, which there wasn’t.
“Tyler is waiting in my truck,” he said, choosing to answer the obvious and avoid the rest for as long as he could.
“Oh, good. I didn’t get the chance to meet him at the funeral,” she said, her voice husky as she tried for a light tone but didn’t quite succeed.
Ellie reached out and touched Buck’s arm again, this time sliding her hand down his forearm to reach for his palm. Buck had forgotten how tiny her hand felt in his, and he simply stared at their hands as their fingers met.
“I couldn’t even get close to you,” she said softly. “You took off right after the funeral this morning without a word to anyone.”
That much was true. He simply nodded, unable to speak for the well of emotion in his throat.
“I wanted to tell you