Janet Tronstad - Wildflower Bride in Dry Creek

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RUNAWAY BRIDE Marry a secure businessman, or become a bunkhouse cook for twenty hungry cowboys on a cattle ranch? When Angelina Brighton chooses the ranch, she runs from the wedding her billionaire father arranged. Angelina won’t marry a man she doesn’t love.Then along comes former special ops solider Tyler Stone, barreling into Dry Creek to bring her back home. Or so she thinks. But Big Sky country is full of surprises for everyone—especially for a faithful gal and rugged cowboy who discover what home really means. Return to Dry Creek: A small Montana town with a heart as big as heaven.

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Angelina was coming into town with the top down on her sports car and her long blond hair blowing in the wind. She always did live with gusto, he thought as he grinned for the first time in months.

When the convertible sped past, he realized Angelina was driving much too fast. What did she think she was doing? He knew she never took the slow way anywhere, but she had to live long enough to make it back to Boston or there would be no paycheck for him.

Tyler turned the key in his ignition. He had barely pulled back onto the road when he saw a sheriff’s car come out from behind the café.

Good, he thought. The law was going to deal with her.

Just then the convertible screeched to a halt and started to back up at the same speed it had gone forward. Tyler had no choice but to pull off the road again. Only Angelina would try to outrun a lawman by putting her car in Reverse. Life was too precious to drive like a maniac and someone needed to tell Angelina that, he told himself. By the time she came parallel to him, the convertible screeched again as she put on the brakes.

Before it seemed possible, Angelina had flung open her door. The dust was still settling when she stepped out of her car. Then she stood up, turned and leaned forward, bracing her hands against the side of her convertible.

“Where’d you get that pickup?” she demanded.

Of all the things he’d expected her to say, that wasn’t one of them. He knew she couldn’t see him clearly enough to recognize him. She confirmed that when she put up one of her hands to shade her eyes from the sun as she squinted in his direction.

“I’d know that pickup anywhere,” she continued, her voice still strong but sounding less sure of herself. “Not many old black pickups have a dent on one side and an Indian head bumper sticker like that on the other.”

The bumper sticker, a chief in full headdress, was one of the few things Tyler had taken with him when he left the family ranch. He had been determined to be a warrior after that day by the barn. Longing to be self-sufficient and strong, he pledged not to fear anyone, or need them either. If he’d taken his beating like a man, no one would have died and his mother would be home in her kitchen baking pies instead of sitting in some prison.

Tyler opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. He couldn’t do much more than breathe. He’d forgotten how vibrant Angelina was when she was stirred up. Her blond hair looked like spun gold and it floated around her as she started marching around the car on her way toward his pickup.

“That’s Tyler Stone’s pickup.” She rounded the side of her convertible and pointed right at him. “He left it at my father’s place and no one has permission to drive it. No one.”

She was fearless.

Tyler finally forced his pulse to slow down. All he owned was this old pickup truck and maybe some interest in his family’s deserted ranch. His modest prospects were the main reason her father had forbid him to show any interest in her. And, on that one point, Tyler had agreed. He was poor and he knew what it was to do without. He could never ask Angelina to give up her trust fund money and he couldn’t accept any of it either. A man had to have some pride. No, they had no choice but to part at the end of her senior year.

“It’s me,” he managed to say.

Her face had gone paler than Tyler liked, but he supposed he had no right to expect her to be happy to see him. She’d called him her jailer more than once. He was used to hauling her out of trouble. He should have told Brighton Security to send someone else.

“But you’re supposed to be dead!” she said with shock in her voice.

“It was a misunderstanding,” Tyler said as he scrambled to make sense of what had happened. “I wasn’t really dead. The notification was a mistake.”

He remembered how he had managed to get the three Pashtun children to safety before the bomb exploded, but he was left standing too close. He ended up with a big red burn along his right side and a piece of metal in his knee that slowed him down considerably. His left arm suffered some damage and he couldn’t easily make a fist on that hand. After the explosion, the parents of those children had carried him to a hospital where he’d lain semiconscious and unidentified for weeks. He’d been gone so long that, when the villagers said he’d been killed in the bomb blast, his unit had given him up for dead. The notification was supposed to say Missing in Action, but somehow things had gotten confused.

“And you never thought to tell me you were still alive?” Angelina exclaimed, her sapphire-blue eyes flashing at him.

“I—ah—” He hadn’t thought she would have cared.

Tyler moved his head, leaning farther out the window, hoping it would ease the situation if she could see him better. That’s when the brim of his Stetson hit the edge of the open window and was knocked off his head. He watched the cream-colored hat fall straight down into the dirt. Without his hat, the sunlight hit his face full strength.

“You really are Tyler Stone.” Angelina’s lips pursed together and she shook her head. Then she did the most amazing thing. She calmly walked over to where his hat sat on the ground, bent down and picked it up, then brushed it off and offered it to him.

“You’ll need this,” she said, her words clipped.

The Angelina he remembered was never that matter-of-fact and controlled.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to say. “I should have thought to—to—”

He really wasn’t sure what he could have done. “You know, I never even had your phone number. How did you expect me to get you the news anyway?”

He certainly couldn’t pass the word through her father, and she must have known that.

“You could have figured it out,” she snapped back. “Before I made a fool of myself.”

“You’re no fool,” he protested automatically.

He never guessed she had known about the death notification from the military. Tyler had asked to list her father’s firm on his papers as next of kin because he didn’t want to disturb his mother in prison. The man had reluctantly agreed. That’s why Mr. Brighton had known to meet Tyler’s plane when he got back from Afghanistan. He never thought anyone but the office staff had ever known or cared about the notification.

Tyler reached out to retrieve his hat from Angelina, but had completely forgotten about his left hand. So when he went to grip the hat, he couldn’t grab hold of the brim. Before he could stop it, the Stetson floated to the ground again.

“Oh.” He heard a gasp and looked up.

“Why, you’re hurt,” she whispered, her voice thick with pity. All of the color rushed back into her face.

Tyler looked down at his hand. The nerves had been damaged and the skin was still puckered red from the burn. His whole hand had a tendency to swell in the heat and look puffy. He planned to start physical therapy after he got Angelina back home.

“I’m fine,” he said because he didn’t know what else to say.

By now, the sheriff’s car had pulled up on the other side of Angelina’s convertible. As the man in the patrol car stepped closer, Tyler realized it was Sheriff Carl Wall. He looked just the same. Then Tyler noticed the sheriff held the leash of a brown dog that had a pink ribbon draped around its neck. At least that was something new. The lawman hadn’t been in charge of animal control duty before.

The canine whimpered a little in the silence. Tyler wondered if the dog sensed the tension.

If there was one person Tyler had never wanted to see again it was Sheriff Wall. The last time Tyler had set eyes on him had been a cold winter day. The sheriff had come out to the Stone ranch and helped carry his father’s murdered body out of the barn. Then he had turned right around and arrested Tyler’s mother.

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