Kathleen O'Brien - The Ranch She Left Behind

Who knows where a kiss will lead!

For one year, Penny Wright is doing whatever she wants. She’s returned to her hometown in Colorado—but not the family ranch—to cross items off her risk-it list. To her surprise, she’s braver than she thinks, because when she spies a hot newcomer doing something sweet for his daughter, Penny can’t resist kissing him on the spot. Unfortunately, he turns out to be Max Thorpe. Her new tenant!

Luckily, they both agree to be just friends. But with the sizzling attraction between them, “just friends” is hard. Maybe it’s time for Penny to add a new item to her list—a family with Max.

“You specifically wanted to kiss a stranger?”

Max tilted his head as he asked the question. The moonlight touched the mellow honey of his eyes and glistened against the white teeth as he smiled again.

He sounded curious, not shocked. Penny had been turning over various half-truths, wondering how she could explain her eccentric behavior without revealing too much. But to her surprise it suddenly seemed oddly easy to just tell the truth.

“Actually, yes.” She sighed. “It was on my list.”

His smile broadened. “Really.”

“Yes. I have a list. Not a bucket list, exactly. But a—” She couldn’t bring herself to say risk-it list, which suddenly sounded too cute and sophomoric. “Just a list of all the things I have always wanted to do but never got the chance.”

But that wasn’t really true. Any female who could walk on her own two feet could have done the absurd thing she did this morning. It wasn’t as if she’d asked for his permission or cooperation.

Still, when she caught the interested gleam in his eye, she couldn’t stop the feeling of pride in herself, in her boldness.

I could kiss him again!

Dear Reader,

Are you a risk taker? Do you dance on the cliff edge, laugh at the rain?

If so, you’re lucky! Some people—like me—were born more timid. We’re peacemakers, rule followers, boat steadiers. We have to work to be brave.

So when it came time to create Penny Wright’s story, I could easily empathize with her struggle to live a bolder life. At least Penny has a good excuse! The youngest of the three Wright sisters of Bell River Ranch, she was only eleven when her father killed her mother. It’s taken her sixteen years to emerge from that shadow.

For inspiration, Penny creates a risk-it list—a catalogue of little things she’s always wanted to try, but never had the nerve. She starts small, hoping to gather courage as she goes along.

But funny thing about life…it has a way of setting its own pace. Right at the stumbling start, she meets dynamic Max Thorpe and his motherless ten-year-old daughter. The two may hide it better, but underneath they are every bit as wounded as Penny herself. Suddenly she’s facing the biggest risk of all: the risk of losing her heart.

I hope you enjoy watching Penny find the courage, love and freedom she deserves. I hope, too, that your own risk-it list is full of exciting adventures. May every one make you stronger!

Warmly,

Kathleen O’Brien

P.S.—Visit me at my website www.kathleenobrien.com, or come by and say hi on Facebook or Twitter!

The Ranch She Left Behind

Kathleen O’Brien

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kathleen O’Brien was a feature writer and TV critic before marrying a fellow journalist. Motherhood, which followed soon after, was so marvelous she turned to writing novels, which could be done at home. A rule follower who still hears the terrifying voice of Sister Alice in her head whenever she contemplates stepping over the line, she’s so glad she discovered romance writing. On the page, she can indulge her secret love of grand drama, goofy escapades and emotional whirlwinds without even getting her knuckles rapped.

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And, of course, to Ann Evans, whose wisdom guides every word, just as it always did.

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

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE

PENNY WRIGHT JERKED awake, her heart pounding so hard it seemed to beat against her eardrums. What had happened? What was wrong? There’d been a sound...something big....

Oh, no... She sat up, tossing aside the covers, and swung her bare legs toward the floor. “Coming, Ruth!” She fumbled for the lamp switch. Had her aunt fallen again? “Don’t move, Ruth. I’ll be right th—”

But the act of sitting up was enough to start clearing the cobwebs out of her mind, and she knew there was no point in finishing the sentence. Ruth hadn’t fallen. Ruth couldn’t hear her.

Ruth had died two months ago.

The town house was silent around her. So silent she could hear the gears of the banjo clock move, preparing to sound the hour in the downstairs parlor...

So what noise had she heard just now?

It must have been something major, to wake her up like that, to make her heart hammer so hard. Or had it been just a dream noise? She dreamed a lot these days—dreams of flying, of dancing, of climbing mountains and riding wild palominos. Freedom dreams. It was as if her subconscious was trying to tell her to get out of this town house and do something.

But she just kept on staying. She was comfortable here. She was used to the quiet, the shadows, the isolation. Even if she sometimes felt like Sleeping Beauty inside her castle tower, at least she always felt safe.

The clock began to bong. One. Two. Three. Four. Then it fell silent again, leaving nothing but the eerie after-vibrations that pulsed invisibly up the stairs and made the air in Penny’s bedroom hum.

Instinctively, she glanced at her cell phone. More like four-thirty, really. The clock had kept perfect time while Ruth had been alive, but ever since her death it had fallen further and further behind, as if time had begun to slow and stretch, like warm molasses. Just a minute here, a minute there... But it added up.

Soon, the clock would perpetually be living in yesterday.

Oh, well. Too tired to worry, Penny fell back against her pillow. The larger noise she had imagined, it must have been a dream.

But then, with a cold shiver, she registered the sound of another noise—registered it more with her nerve endings than her eardrums.

A much smaller noise this time. A sneaky sound, a muffled creak... She gasped softly, recognizing it. The fifth stair from the top, the one that couldn’t be fixed. She’d always had to step over it on her way to bed at night, so she wouldn’t wake Ruth.

Someone who didn’t know about that little creak was, even now, tiptoeing up the stairs.

Her heart began to pound again. Someone was in the house.

Without hesitation, she slid open the nightstand drawer. Ruth, a practical woman to the core, had insisted that Penny keep protection beside her at all times, especially once the neighborhood began to deteriorate. A gun would have been out of the question—neither Ruth nor Penny liked weapons, or had any confidence that they could prevent a bad guy from getting hold of it.