Rescuing the Cowboy

Rescuing the Cowboy
Cathy McDavid

WRONGED MAN. RIGHT WOMAN?After three years of wrongful imprisonment, Quinn Crenshaw is ready to rebuild his life and find the daughter he has never met. A job training horses at his cousin’s Arizona cattle ranch becomes something wonderful when Quinn meets Summer Goodwyn and her special-needs little boy. The single mother believes in him…and is raising this former rodeo champion’s spirits sky-high!The equine therapy program is helping Summer’s young son connect with others–including one super-attractive rancher determined to be a father to his own little girl. Despite the obstacles in their path, can she make Quinn see they have a future worth fighting for?

WRONGED MAN. RIGHT WOMAN?

After three years of wrongful imprisonment, Quinn Crenshaw is ready to rebuild his life and find the daughter he has never met. A job training horses at his cousin’s Arizona cattle ranch becomes something wonderful when Quinn meets Summer Goodwyn and her special-needs little boy. The single mother believes in him…and is raising this former rodeo champion’s spirits sky-high!

The equine therapy program is helping Summer’s young son connect with others—including one super-attractive rancher determined to be a father to his own little girl. Despite the obstacles in their path, can she make Quinn see they have a future worth fighting for?

Knowing it was wrong, he leaned in and lowered his head…

The temptation to inhale her subtle fragrance and hear the slight intake of her breath was too hard to resist.

“Quinn.” His name was a whisper on her lips. “I wish things were different.”

“I do, too.”

Kissing her would be a simple matter of capturing her mouth with his. He didn’t, though his gut told him she’d respond with an ardor she kept hidden.

“I…um…” She hesitated.

“Right.” Hadn’t he vowed mere minutes ago to avoid causing her trouble?

Quinn retreated a step, then walked away. Mistakes were easy to make, and he’d committed too many already in his life.

Rescuing the Cowboy

Cathy McDavid

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Since 2006, New York Times bestselling author CATHY McDAVID has been happily penning contemporary Westerns for Mills & Boon. Every day, she gets to write about handsome cowboys riding the range or busting a bronc. It’s a tough job, but she’s willing to make the sacrifice. Cathy shares her Arizona home with her own real-life sweetheart and a trio of odd pets. Her grown twins have left to embark on lives of their own, and she couldn’t be prouder of their accomplishments.

To Mike, as always.

What they say is true,

it only takes a moment.

Contents

Cover (#ue3324c5c-0102-5d50-add9-aad91924def4)

Back Cover Text (#u5e7cb152-efdb-5a25-9e09-8b18f66efb88)

Introduction (#u25d3fa11-9992-5cfa-98e2-2b9c89d6b203)

Title Page (#u030decd0-2e91-598a-ab69-2a2be61259ee)

About the Author (#ufd778d13-0816-5bef-be79-19b023bf416a)

Dedication (#u7a2f77b7-31b1-596b-90ca-82c2353618f3)

Chapter One (#ulink_e3f11aea-6214-5873-a684-ee7da20db2cd)

Chapter Two (#ulink_57e8d219-93a4-5fea-ae9a-b22e58257871)

Chapter Three (#ulink_5b0abe13-62c6-50b4-a512-c85e9a8db3c6)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#ulink_863deec4-b88a-5375-887d-0aabe79b7985)

Shopping in a small-town market shouldn’t be a nightmare. Four thousand square feet. Three aisles crammed with merchandise. A modest dairy and meat department. Fresh produce on Wednesdays: be sure and get there early before it’s all gone. A completely uneventful and uninteresting excursion for most people.

But not for Summer Goodwyn. Yet, what choice did she have? She’d promised to bring homemade oatmeal cookies—without raisins—to the party later today at Dos Estrellas Ranch. After a thorough search of her pantry had netted only half the necessary ingredients, a trip to the market couldn’t be avoided.

Oatmeal without raisins was the only kind of cookies her son, Teddy, ate. If she offered him something else, he might have a meltdown, and that would ruin the party.

She glanced down at him, sitting in the shopping cart basket, shoulders hunched. His rhythmic back and forth motion could be a good thing. He often rocked for hours to soothe himself. Or it could be a warning sign of things to come.

“I was thinking you might want to wear your new blue shirt today.” Blue was his favorite color.

Teddy didn’t answer. Rather, he stared at nothing in particular, his eyes barely visible beneath an unruly fringe of reddish-blond hair. Teddy hated going to the barber shop, although the elderly gentleman who cut his hair was very understanding.