Patricia Johns - Her Cowboy's Twin Blessings

That thought clamped down on her heart. I should have chosen my son. I should have told my father that I was keeping him, and that I’d find a way...

Again—at the least opportune time—she was thinking about her child. But this wasn’t the time or the place to delve into all of that. When she’d made a decision about this land and gone back home, then she could use her last week of leave from work to do some real soul-searching. She could promise herself that much. But not in front of Casey Courtright—the man who wanted to buy this ranch, too.

Patience caught up to Casey once more and Ember felt the heat rise in her cheeks when he looked over at her.

“I couldn’t hang back if I wanted to,” she said.

He smiled faintly, then shrugged. “We had to face that eventually. Better to lay it out straight.”

The horses fell into pace together, and Ember let her gaze move over the countryside. Copses of trees and rock piles broke up the pasture. She breathed out a sigh, wondering if there was a more beautiful place anywhere on God’s green earth. If this was the land her family had settled, then she understood why they’d been willing to battle the elements, the wild animals and even unsavory neighbors just to make this land their home.

The thought of neighbors reminded Ember of another problem she faced—the prejudice people around here had against her family name. Would she face pushback from the community? It was possible, but it didn’t seem entirely fair. Maybe Reed Land Holdings didn’t have many fans out here, but her father was more than just a company. He was a human being.

“Did you ever meet my father?” Ember asked.

“Nope, never did. He sent lawyers to do his dirty work,” Casey replied.

Of course. That actually stood to reason. And perhaps it made him easier to hate, too. She’d had her own prejudices against him when she’d first learned that he was her father.

“He’s not a bad man,” Ember said. “He supports a lot of state charities. Everyone seems to like him.”

“Everyone?” Casey raised an eyebrow.

“Except people out here, maybe,” she conceded. “But I do understand. When my mother told me who my father was, I wasn’t thrilled, either. He has the image of being very aloof and cold, but he’s not like that deep down.”

“When did your mother tell you about him?” he asked.

“I was seventeen, and she had stage four lung cancer,” Ember replied softly. “She wanted me to know who my father was before she left me alone in the world. I knew my father’s last name was Reed, since my mother had given me his name, but she’d never told me who he was. She’d been the housekeeper on the Reed estate back then, and when she got pregnant with me, she quit and went away. My father had a family, after all. Anyway, it turned out that he’d known about me all those years, but he’d never reached out to meet me.”

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