Rio: Man Of Destiny

Rio: Man Of Destiny
Cait London

HIS BIOLOGICAL CLOCK…A ranch full of black-haired Blaylock babies and a loving wife were what thirty-seven-year-old Rio Blaylock craved - a family to love and live for. But the woman he passionately wanted had just inherited half his business, and marriage was the last thing on independant Paloma Forbes's mind. Especially because she'd come home to Jasmine, Wyoming, desperate to claim her rightful inheritance and uncover her family's secrets… .The Blaylock family had the answers Paloma sought, but a promise kept them from telling her the truth. And that truth was only a marriage certificate anyway… .The BLAYLOCKS treasure the land, guard their family legacy and always cherish their women.

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“I’m Your Lover And I’m Going To Be Your Husband.”

Rio’s outrageous claim took Paloma’s breath away. But an anger she never released sprang to life, tearing through her until she shook. How dare he? “Not likely,” she managed to say.

Rio’s black eyes flashed. “A man likes to come home to a woman with a kiss on her lips, not sass. Come here and give me one of those mind-blowing kisses, and we’ll talk about the babies we’re going to make. The Blaylocks are prone to boys, but I’d like a sassy little blue-eyed daughter, just like you.”

“I’m going to give you something, Rio, but it isn’t a kiss,” Paloma said, when visions of a family with Rio stopped dancing in her head. The man was wearing down her defenses—and if she wasn’t careful, she’d be in his bed in five minutes.

Dear Reader

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Popular Elizabeth Bevarly offers That Boss of Mine as August’s MAN OF THE MONTH. In this irresistible romantic comedy, a CEO falls for his less-than-perfect secretary.

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Cait London’s miniseries THE BLAYLOCKS continues with Rio: Man of Destiny, in which the hero’s love leads the heroine to the truth of her family secrets. The BACHELOR BATTALION miniseries by Maureen Child marches on with Mom in Waiting. An amnesiac woman must rediscover her husband in Lost and Found Bride by Modean Moon. And Barbara McCauley’s SECRETS! miniseries offers another scandalous tale with Secret Baby Santos.

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Cait London

Rio: Man of Destiny

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CAIT LONDON lives in the Missouri Ozarks but loves to travel the Northwest’s gold rush/cattle drive trails every summer. She enjoys research trips, meeting people and going to Native American dances. Ms. London is an avid reader who loves to paint, play with computers and grow herbs (particularly scented geraniums right now). She’s a national bestselling and award-winning author, and she has also written historical romances under another pseudonym. Three is her lucky number; she has three daughters, and the events in her life have always been in threes. “I love writing for Silhouette,” Cait says. “One of the best perks about all this hard work is the thrilling reader response and the warm, snug sense that I have given readers an enjoyable, entertaining gift.”

Thank you, dear readers, for asking for

more of the Blaylocks after Midnight Rider

and The Seduction of Jake Tallman.

I hope you enjoy Rio’s story.

Prologue

In the city of Jasmine’s old feed store, Boone Llewlyn watched his grandaughter. His ten grandchildren thought of him as a friend who kept them safe while their mothers were away; they didn’t know he was their grandfather. He’d been too ashamed of failing them and his scheming sons. The eight-year-old girl bore the Llewlyn stamp—a gangling rawboned body, an angular jaw and black gleaming hair. Paloma’s sky-blue eyes came from her great-grandmother, a St. Clair. Dressed in bib overalls and a warm flannel shirt, she crouched beside the baby chicks in the feed and seed store, cradling them in her hands. This was her favorite place, where gardeners came for seed and ranchers for livestock needs. And every spring, the baby chicks would arrive—the store was a place that began, nurtured and sustained rural life in the Wyoming valley.

Boone was old now, worn by life and his sons. As a young man, Boone had been in love with Garnet Holmes Blaylock, but he’d wanted to seek out the riches of the world and she’d stayed in Jasmine. Still in love with Garnet, Boone had married Sara, a cold woman but one with skills to help him in his search for money and power.

In his search for money, he’d forgotten his two sons needed him. They were weak men now, and bigamists, using different names to marry several women. Boone had bought his sons free of the legalities, of course, but his grandchildren had paid a heavy price. Their mothers were as immoral and hard as his wife. Boone still loved his sons, but he kept them from his cherished Llewlyn land; he feared they would destroy everything he loved. Lacking a love of land and heritage, and easily bought, they stayed away.

Boone had stayed out in the world for thirty years, then returned to Llewlyn House to live, near Jasmine. The Llewlyn Ranch, all ten thousand acres, was for his grandchildren, these small perfect bits of his parents.

“You look lonely, Boone.” Paloma came to him then, easing the soft, fluffy chicks into his scarred hands. She leaned against him, a small girl bearing his mother’s scent after trying on the old dresses. They were too large for Paloma, and safely packed away until one day when they would be hers. In his heart, Boone knew that he would never see the woman she would become, but he could see that she would be strong and tall and straight and her heart would be pure. She’d love the land, his land, homesteaded by Llewlyns—because she was his blood, his past and his future.

“I’m glad you’re my friend, Boone,” she said. “I’m glad you let me stay with you...when my mother lets me.” She wiped a tear away from his weathered cheek and she whispered, ”Don’t cry, Boone. When we get home, I’ll play the best music you’ve ever heard. That old music that your mother used to play, and we’ll have tea in your mother’s china cups.”

Boone studied the girl’s vivid sky-blue eyes. He raised his gnarled hand to stroke her gleaming blue-black hair. She was a part of his mother, of him and the Llewlyns. Though he couldn’t tell her that he was her grandfather now, one day she would come back, he hoped, to find how much he loved her and the land he wanted her to inherit.

One

Rio Blaylock: ladies’ man. Paloma Forbes knew who he was, the tall lean cowboy striding toward her, the Missouri January wind whipping his straight, shaggy black hair. Minutes before dawn, Rio had stepped into the lighted parking lot. He looked like a hunter on the scent of his prey. And she knew he’d come for her.

Rio’s flashing smile and exciting, careless arrogance drew women to him. He resembled all the Blaylocks Paloma remembered from her visits with Boone Llewlyn. Bred from tough, rangy mountain men, the Blaylocks were tall and angular, with sleek black Native American hair, and skin as dark as their conquistador ancestors’, despite the sturdy pioneer Scots and English stock thrown into the mix. Paloma had been just thirteen when she’d first seen Rio at a community hall dance, a flamboyant, fascinating male at seventeen; he’d been flashing his full dazzling charm to a girl. She later left the dance with him. Another time at a rodeo, he’d been surrounded by gids, dazzling them by lariat tricks, and eventually one of them ended up encircled by his arms and was drawn to him for a sizzling kiss. Then, later in the year, while chasing a puppy, Paloma had seen him lying in the meadow with yet another girl, the grass hot and flattened around them. “Get out of here, kid,” he’d said quietly, scowling fiercely at her and shielding the rumpled, giggling girl with his rangy body, sheathed only in jeans.

The other Blaylock boys—Roman, James, Dan and Tyrell—were adorable, but according to Jasmine’s gossip, Rio was the charmer of the clan. Though now he was older, tougher than when she’d seen him at seventeen surrounded by his harem of adoring females, Rio’s rugged face had weathered into the features of a determined man. His black eyes pinned her, the hard line of his jaw, covered by a dark shadow of new beard, and the muddy black pickup with Wyoming license plates told her that he’d hurried to catch her.

Paloma didn’t want anyone catching, pinning her. She’d had enough boxing in as a child. With a do-this, do-that demanding mother, who used a dark, locked closet as a goad, Paloma had been freed to practice and perfect her piano lessons. If she performed poorly, the closet waited. She survived and no one would push her again. Grown now, “Mother’s Little Money Maker” didn’t know if she wanted music in her life—

She glanced at Rio, who was striding toward her, and frowned. She’d had a taste of a ladies’ man and that was enough to last her a lifetime—at twenty she hadn’t known that men played games. Now she knew that the romance she had dreamed had been of her own making. A virgin and sexually inexperienced, she’d dived into the affair, desperate to be loved for herself rather than her talent She hadn’t come up for air until reality slashed her—Jonathan hadn’t wanted her at all. She’d merely been a celebrity trophy in his quest to prove himself to his buddies. Jonathan had moved on to woo another inexperienced girl, and Paloma had pulled her defenses around her, never trusting a man again.

She smiled tightly as Rio Blaylock strode toward her like a dark warlord, his long legs sheathed in jeans, his black leather jacket hunched up at the collar. The burgundy colored ski sweater emphasized his dark looks. Or was it his dark mood? She hadn’t exactly jumped at his offers to buy her half of the feed store. She corrected her last thought Rio had come to grasp her last bit of Boone Llewlyn, the man she’d loved desperately, her childhood protector. Boone was gone now, and she had inherited his half of Jasmine’s feed and seed store. Rio was now her partner, but in the year and a half since Boone’s death had repeatedly tried to buy her share. And Rio was pushy, a man who always got what he wanted

Not this time, not her half of the feed store. She was keeping what she had of Boone, the man whom she resembled strongly, the man she suspected was her father. He’d kept her safe—when he could-from the selfish mother, who demanded too much of her only child. Boone. Big, strong, sweet, loving. She wouldn’t be pushed into selling her only tie to Boone. Paloma inhaled the crisp cold air, the smell of the idling bus, the excitement of the elderly women on their way to play bingo. Paloma was their driver, and for a time, she would enjoy caring for them.

She kicked a tire with the experience of a woman who had rented vehicles that had been improperly serviced. Satisfied that the air and tread were proper, Paloma turned slowly to the tap on her shoulder. “Yes?”

“I’m Rio Blaylock. I’d like to talk with you.”

The demand in his raspy low voice nettled her. Or was it the intimate tone he’d used so often as he built his smoothtalker, easygoing reputation? A sexy-looking cowboy package, Rio reportedly knew “how to treat a lady.” Paloma was no lady; she had been toughened, stripped away from childhood and feminine pleasures and had managed to survive. Thanks to her mother, Paloma had been forced into the role of child prodigy and had seen too much of life and sex. At thirty-four, Paloma had little use for men like Rio. He had that datk, edgy look her mother requited in her own lovers.

Paloma didn’t intend to make the purchase of her share easy for Rio Blaylock, not when she hadn’t resolved how she felt about Boone. Questioning the identity of her father, she asked her mother, who refused to answer. She looked like Boone—was Boone her father? Would she ever know? Why hadn’t he claimed her as his daughter?

Paloma pushed away the searing pain of rejection from a loved one—the pain always came with the questions that had plagued her for years, and turned to meet a man she already thoroughly disliked.

He’d finally cornered her, but she was ignoring him. “My bus is idling, sucking expensive fuel and I don’t have time to chitchat. I do this gig once a year...rent and drive a bus of seasoned women bingo players from Missouri to Oklahoma. We dnve down, they bingo day and night until we leave. We all have fun and everybody comes back happy. Now, if you’ll excuse me—” Paloma Foxbes’s husky voice lashed with impatience as she brushed by Rio to help an elderly woman into the tour bus.