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  THE COWBOY SHE LOVED

  World traveler Amy McNeal has two reasons to return to Spring Valley, Texas. One is her big brother’s wedding. The other is to set things straight with a handsome cowboy. It’s been a decade since Amy’s seen Jack Stuart...and it’s only seconds before their attraction reignites. But is she ready to fall for Jack all over again?

  Jack has never forgiven Amy for walking out on him all those years ago. Yet while their lives are worlds apart, they still just fit together. Now Jack must show Amy that she belongs in Spring Valley with him before she leaves again. But life can be full of surprises...and Jack and Amy are in for the biggest surprise of all!

  For a long moment, they stared at one another...

  Jack looked a little older, but he was still handsome as ever, his wavy dark hair playing around his ears in the breeze. And his eyes, that same light blue that haunted her dreams, bored into her.

  She couldn’t think what to say. “Hi” seemed silly, with all the unanswered questions and years standing between them.

  “I heard you were in town,” Jack said, breaking the silence at last.

  Amy nodded, not taking her eyes off his. “For a month.”

  “I was on my way to your house when I saw you two.”

  She wasn’t sure what to say to that. Had it brought up old memories for him, too?

  “I’d like to talk, Amy,” he said, his voice sounding strained.

  Was he hurt, or angry, or both? It was hard to tell exactly how he felt from the way he clenched his jaw, but it was enough to make it clear that he hadn’t forgotten about what had happened between them all those years ago.

  And now it was time to explain. As much as she wanted to run away again, she wasn’t going to.

  Dear Reader,

  It seems like every new book I write comes with a strange new array of challenges, and this one was no different. Between morning sickness from my current pregnancy and a rambunctious toddler dragging me about by my finger as she explores the world around her, finding the time to write a novel was difficult at times, to say the least.

  Still, I was excited to write Amy’s story, and as I discovered more about her and Jack, I couldn’t wait to discover how they would find their own happily-ever-after. Amy’s personality has intrigued me ever since she appeared as Brock’s sister in my first Spring Valley story, The Bull Rider’s Twin Trouble, and I couldn’t wait to see what this world wanderer would do while spending a month in her tiny hometown before Brock and Cassie’s wedding.

  The more books I finish about Spring Valley, the more I want to start, and I hope to give many of the other characters there (especially Brock and Amy’s twin brothers) the opportunity to share their stories of finding love. I hope you’ll join me as I discover more about each of them, along with all the other people who call Spring Valley home.

  Happy reading!

  Ali

  THE COWBOY’S SURPRISE BABY

  Ali Olson

  Ali Olson is a longtime resident of Las Vegas, Nevada, where she has been teaching English at the high school and college level for the past seven years. Ali has found a passion for writing sexy romance novels, both contemporary and historical, and is enthusiastic about her newly discovered career. She loves reading, writing and traveling with her husband and constant companion, Joe. She appreciates hearing from readers. Write to her at authoraliolson.com.

  Books by Ali Olson

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  The Bull Rider’s Twin Trouble

  Harlequin Blaze

  Her Sexy Vegas Cowboy

  Her Sexy Texas Cowboy

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  To peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. You got me through the most nauseous moments of this pregnancy and thus were instrumental to the completion of this book.

  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

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Reunited with the Bull Rider by Christine Wenger

  Chapter One

  Amy McNeal stepped through the sliding glass doors into the cool autumn air of Texas and breathed it in greedily, ignoring the smell of the exhaust fumes from the waiting cars. After two months in Northern Africa in summer, any temperature below blistering was a refreshing change.

  As she walked toward the line of vehicles moving at a snail’s pace through the pickup area, her phone started buzzing inside her large travel purse. Amy shifted the suit bag she was carrying to her left hand and dug through the purse with her right, then pulled out her phone and tapped it to answer the call. “Hey! I’m almost at the pickup location,” she said.

  “I know. I can see you. You better hurry or I’ll need to loop around again,” answered her brother from the other end.

  She looked along the line of cars, trying to peer through the windows for a familiar face. “I don’t see you. A little help?”

  “I’m in the black truck,” he told her.

  She rolled her eyes. “This is Texas, Brock. I’m looking at about six black trucks.”

  “You know, maybe I’ll just leave you to find your own way home, if you’re going to be like that,” he said, but she could hear the smile in his voice and knew she wasn’t actually in any danger of being left at the curb.

  “Look right. I’m waving out the window,” he said.

  She spotted him, fifty feet farther along. “I see you! Wait there and I’ll be over in a second,” she told him.

  Amy dropped her phone back into her purse and strode quickly through the crowd of people waiting with their luggage along the curb. When she got to her brother’s car, a man in an orange vest was telling him he needed to keep moving, that he wasn’t allowed to wait there. “I’m here!” she said breathlessly, slinging her backpack off and into the truck bed, then hopping into the passenger seat.

  With a little wave to the airport employee, she settled into her seat and Brock steered them out and away from the airport. “You know we get in trouble here if we sit idling at the curb, right?”

  Amy shook her head. “I always forget about how many rules there are in America.”

  Brock raised an eyebrow and glanced at his sister from the corner of his eye. “If you came home more often, you know, you might remember them.”

  Amy crossed her arms and turned toward Brock. “You’ve been back in Spring Valley for two months and already you’re starting to sound like Ma,” she commented.

  “She misses you,” he told her, sending a small stab of guilt through her. “It’s good to have you back.”

  Amy gave her brother a smile. “It’s good to see you, Brock.”

  “You’re back for the whole month, huh?”

  Amy nodded. “I had to be here for my big brother’s wedding.”

  There was a moment of silence, and she knew Brock was waiting for her to say what had happened that made her decide to change her plans and come home so early, rather than just for the weekend of the ceremony. Up until the day before, that had been the plan. But she wasn
’t ready to explain the events of the last couple weeks, so she stayed silent.

  After waiting a few more moments for her to add anything else, Brock said, “Well, I’m glad you’ll be around. Be careful, though. You might find yourself deciding to settle down in Spring Valley, regardless of your plans.”

  Amy snorted. There were at least two very good reasons she would be leaving Spring Valley again. One was her lucrative career as a travel writer, and the other was a handsome cowboy with cornflower-blue eyes. She had some loose ends to tie up with said cowboy, but that didn’t mean she’d be sticking around afterward. She was here to set things straight, not make herself miserable. Or him, for that matter.

  “Hey, it happens,” Brock said defensively.

  “Speaking of settling down, how’s your fiancée doing?” Amy asked, both because she was interested and because she wanted to change the subject.

  Brock looked for a second like he might not accept the topic shift, then gave her a wide grin she didn’t remember ever seeing on his face before Cassie came into his life. “She’s great, Zach and Carter are great, the ranch is—”

  “Great?” Amy said for him.

  “Really, really great,” he said, nodding, his smile even wider, if that was possible.

  “So you don’t miss bull riding at all?” she asked, wondering if he’d really given up the rodeo circuit without a qualm.

  Brock shook his head decisively. “Not one bit. Giving that up was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, and it gives me more time around the people I love. With the wedding, the ranch and twin boys, time is one thing that always seems to be in short supply.”

  Amy wasn’t sure if she believed that Brock didn’t miss the rodeo circuit at least a little, but he seemed sincere, so she just had to assume that when he lost his heart, he lost his mind a little, too.

  She could remember the rush of riding a horse in the ring, hearing the shouts of the fans, like it was yesterday instead of a decade ago. She had only made it to junior rodeo before dropping out, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still a part of her life.

  Even after all this time, she still sometimes watched videos of rodeos on her computer when she felt particularly homesick.

  But Brock had given it up without a backward glance. Because of love.

  Amy had already warned her brother once about the danger of falling in love, so she didn’t say anything now. Still, it worried her. What if it didn’t work out for him? She didn’t want him to go through that pain. She knew what it felt like to have her whole imagined future with someone come crumbling down around her, and she worried about her brother experiencing the same thing.

  Sure, Cassie was wonderful—and they were committing to marriage, after all—but sometimes people who might be perfect for each other still didn’t end up together.

  “You okay?” Brock asked, breaking into her thoughts.

  Amy swallowed the old hurt that was threatening to break the surface and put on a smile. “I’m fine.”

  For now, at least. After she talked to Jack, though, who knew?

  * * *

  JACK STUART RAN a brush through the chestnut mare’s coat, enjoying the feeling of calm it created in him. No matter what else was going on, he could always find some peace around horses. Right this minute, he needed it.

  “Any idea how long she’ll be around?” he asked his brother.

  Tom shrugged his shoulders, not seeming to notice his brother’s sudden edginess. “I’m guessing the whole month, up until the wedding. Brock said it was the longest she’d been home since she left for college.”

  Jack didn’t want to tip off his brother about how interested he was, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to know everything his brother knew. “Did he say anything else?”

  How is she?

  Is she seeing anyone?

  Does she still think about me after all these years?

  “Nope, just that she was coming to town for a bit all of a sudden. The boys tackled him right after, and you know how they are. Had to tell him everything that had happened at their lessons.”

  Jack didn’t say anything, trying to bite off his disappointment that he couldn’t learn any more.

  “I’m surprised the twins are still coming here at all, to be honest. What with Brock’s parents owning a riding school and Brock himself able enough to teach them. Not that I’m complaining of course—we can sure use the business,” Tom said, his mind drifting off to other topics besides Amy. “I really think it’s only to give those two lovebirds some time alone. Have you seen them together? Don’t know if I’ve ever known two people to be more infatuated with one another.”

  Oh, Jack did. His older brother had been too busy at college to remember how Jack and Amy had been senior year of high school. Tom knew they’d dated, but not that they’d been in love. Jack and Amy had been planning a life together. Family, careers, everything.

  Then, the summer after they graduated, she went off to a university thousands of miles away despite all their plans together, without a word of explanation. He didn’t know what had changed or why she decided not to talk to him again. He just knew it still hurt.

  And here was his chance to talk to her, hear her side of it, and finally put it all behind him.

  As he and Tom left the barn and walked through the twilight toward his childhood home, he felt the itch to get in his truck and drive straight over to see Amy. He would be there in less than five minutes.

  The urge almost made him veer toward the side of the house, but he managed to keep himself in check. If she had just gotten home, she was spending time with her family. Not the best time to drive up and demand an explanation.

  No, he could wait until tomorrow, Jack told himself.

  “Mom loves that you’re going to be home for a good long while, you know,” Tom said as they neared the house.

  Jack could see his mother moving around the kitchen, and he felt a pang of guilt over his desire to drive over to see Amy without a word of explanation to anyone. His mother had likely been cooking up a storm while they were out with the horses.

  Jack glanced at his brother, whose mouth was set in a thin line. He knew that Tom was worried about their mother and the ranch she’d lived on for so many years, and that Jack being home wasn’t the godsend their mother thought it was, if only because it brought a halt to any extra cash Jack brought in from riding in rodeos.

  Tom hadn’t been kidding when he’d said they could use any extra business their little riding school could get. As the town had shrunk over the years, so had the number of students they could count on coming to learn to ride. After their father died and Tom moved back to pick up the slack, it had only gotten worse; and Jack knew Tom felt that it was his failings as an instructor that was causing the trouble, despite anything Jack said to the contrary.

  Jack hated that he had no idea what he could do about all that. Up until last week he’d tried to help by sending home what he could from his earnings on the circuit, but even that never seemed to be enough. He was sure he could become a real champion if the cards fell right, and then they could stop worrying so much, but for that he needed a great partner and a whole lot of luck—two things that hadn’t seemed to come his way lately.

  His old partner was decent, but since he broke his leg and decided to call it quits, Jack wasn’t sure what he’d do. No partner, no rodeos. No rodeos, no money.

  He loved being home on the ranch he hoped to run one day, but now he needed to find someone to rope with. It was the type of decision that could make or break his career. All that on his plate, and now there was Tom to help, too. It was a tall order.

  And now he had Amy McNeal to think about. His stay in Spring Valley was already getting much more complicated than he’d expected just a few days ago.

  * * *

  AS THE SUN dipped behind the mountains ringing Sprin
g Valley, Amy lowered herself carefully from Brock’s truck until her feet were planted securely on the gravel driveway of their parents’ old sprawling ranch house. The last time she’d come home, she’d fallen and twisted her ankle badly doing that very thing, and she wasn’t about to go through that again. If Cassie, who was a doctor and lived next door, hadn’t taken care of her, she might have ended up missing her departure flight last time.

  Amy turned her attention from her feet to the group of people standing on the front porch. Cassie was already there, with her twin sons, and Ma and Pop, all happy to see her. Amy felt a twinge of homesickness, which was silly. She was home, after all.

  Cassie, Brock’s fiancée, came down and gave Amy a tight hug. Even though they had only met up a couple times during Amy’s last stay, and that was when she was still just the neighbor, Cassie had been kind and friendly from the start.

  “How’s your ankle?” she asked the moment she and Amy broke apart.

  “Good, most of the time. Just gives me the odd twinge if I step down wrong,” Amy said, glad to have a doctor in the family.

  Cassie nodded sympathetically, but it was clear there wasn’t much to be done about it. Just another sign that she wasn’t in her teens anymore.

  The cool evening breeze ruffled Amy’s hair, and she wished she had a jacket. Living out of a backpack for years, she’d learned to just buy occasional items as she needed them, and she certainly hadn’t needed anything heavier than a light sweater in nearly a year, following the summer and staying on tropical islands or in deserts.

  She might need to buy a coat. But for the time being, she would just borrow something from her mother, however grandmotherly her Ma’s wardrobe was—and it had been since she’d adopted Amy, if the pictures were any indication.

  Ma herself rushed forward and pulled Amy into a tight hug, and Amy felt her heart swell with the feeling of home. As much as she avoided Spring Valley, she missed it, and the people. “Hi, Ma,” she said, hoping the older woman wasn’t going to cry.