Rita Herron - The Rancher Wore Suits

She beamed a smile at him that reminded him of sunshine and picnics by the lake. He wanted to touch her so badly he had to stuff his hands into the pockets of his designer suit. Her gaze met his and he pulled at the confounded tie, wishing he could take it off.

His brother owned more suits than a clothing store. Ty had intended to choose his own clothes this morning, but he’d taken one look at Dex’s closet and gotten dizzy. He’d pulled out a few ties and shirts and tried to match them up, but Dex’s valet, George, had walked in and taken pity on him.

He wondered what Jessica thought of George’s selection. Even worse, he wondered what she’d think of him in his usual dusty jeans and battered Stetson.

What the hell was he thinking?

She would think he was just a down-on-his-luck rancher. He and Jessica belonged to two different worlds.

Dear Reader,

What a special lineup of love stories Harlequin American Romance has for you this month. Bestselling author Cathy Gillen Thacker continues her family saga, THE DEVERAUX LEGACY, with His Marriage Bonus. A confirmed bachelor ponders a marital merger with his business rival’s daughter, and soon his much-guarded heart is in danger of a romantic takeover!

Next, a young woman attempts to catch the eye of her lifelong crush by undergoing a head-to-toe makeover in Plain Jane’s Plan, the latest book in Kara Lennox’s HOW TO MARRY A HARDISON miniseries. In Courtship, Montana Style by Charlotte Maclay, a sophisticated city slicker arrives on a handsome rancher’s doorstep, seeking refuge with a baby in her arms. The Rancher Wore Suits by Rita Herron is the first book in TRADING PLACES, an exciting duo about identical twin brothers separated at birth who are reunited and decide to switch places to see what their lives might have been like.

Enjoy this month’s offerings, and be sure to return each and every month to Harlequin American Romance!

Happy reading,

Melissa Jeglinski

Associate Senior Editor

Harlequin American Romance

www.millsandboon.co.uk

To Melissa Jeglinski,

for all her enthusiasm over this project!

And to Debra Webb, a great writer and friend who made it

even more fun! Hope we get to do more books together….

Rita Herron is a teacher, workshop leader and storyteller who loves reading, writing and sharing stories with people of all ages. She has published two nonfiction books for adults on working and playing with children, and has won the Golden Heart award for a young adult story. Rita believes that books taught her to dream, and she loves nothing better than sharing that magic with others. She lives with her “dream” husband and three children, two cats and a dog in Norcross, Georgia. Rita loves to hear from readers. You can contact her at www.ritaherron.com or P.O. Box 921225, Norcross, GA, 30092-1225.

1 Wear fancy suits and darned uncomfortable shoes.

2 Refer to your grandparents as Grandmother and Grandfather Montgomery, not Gran and Pa Cooper.

3 Stop mooning over Dr. Jessica Stovall.

4 Quit looking for a Stetson on your head.

5 Drink Scotch and don’t eat red meat.

6 Use your right hand, not your left.

7 Don’t let your valet, George, guess you’re not Dex!

8 Try not to fantasize about the beautiful Jessica….

Prologue

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

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Epilogue

O’Hare Airport

What else could go wrong?

As if his godawful trip to Chicago hadn’t been bad enough, Ty Cooper glanced at the overhead screen and noticed his flight back to Montana had been delayed. Two hours.

More time to think about the deal that had slipped through his fingers this week.

He might as well settle in, have a drink and try to come up with some ideas to expand his cattle business. The investor he’d met with in Chicago had promised big things for the Coopers’ shrinking cattle market, but all that fancy talk across conference tables hadn’t seemed practical to Ty. Ty and the five generations of Coopers who’d run the Circle C were men who lived off the land, not men who wore suits, talked stock options and thought about marketing strategies. His grandparents had done without the niceties in life, and Ty wanted to give them all the luxuries they had never had. After all, he owed them so much….

A pretty little waitress smiled at him, and he tipped his Stetson, then laid it on his knee as she approached. He might be in a foul mood but Ty Cooper’s grandma had raised him right—a man always behaved like a gentlemen in the presence of a lady.

“Can I get you a drink, sir?”

“A beer’ll be fine, sugar. Whatever you’ve got on tap.” He winked. “I’m not picky.”

She gave him that funny grin, the same one everyone in Chicago had given him for the past week every time he’d spoken. They probably didn’t see too many real-life cowboys in the windy city. A few seconds later, the waitress left him a full cold mug and he sipped the beer while he studied the report from the investor.

There was no way he could make this deal work, he realized seconds into the reading. He had to face the grim truth; there would be no upgrading at the Circle C this year. Disappointment ballooned in his chest. He’d wanted to hire an extra hand so his grandfather wouldn’t have to work so hard. Pa Cooper was getting on in years. Ty worried he’d wear himself out. He also wanted his grandfather and grandmother to be able to spend more time together, take a trip, enjoy the good life in their golden years. Do things they had never done.

Frustrated, he glanced up, wishing he had a cigarette, but he’d given them up years ago, so he searched for the waitress’s smile again, the only bright spot in a dismal day. Instead, his gaze landed on a man across the room and he froze, his mug lifted halfway to his mouth.

The man looked to be his height, and wore one of those expensive dark suits with a red power tie. The hair on the back of Ty’s neck stood on end. Something about the stranger seemed familiar.

Eerily familiar.

Then the man turned and looked straight at Ty. Shock rode through Ty’s system, as it obviously did the other man. Ty could have been looking in a mirror. What the…? The man looked exactly like him. Same thick dark hair, only cropped a little shorter than Ty’s. Same dark eyes…same square jaw…same…everything.

The man suddenly pushed to his feet, his mouth gaping open momentarily before he snapped it closed. He strode toward Ty, his back ramrod straight. He stopped in front of Ty’s table, shifted his drink to his left hand and extended his right.

“Dex Montgomery.”

His voice even sounded like Ty’s, although he had a slight Southern intonation. Not much though. Judging from the man’s expensive clothes, he came from too much money and education to allow himself a true Southern accent.

Ty closed his work-roughened hand over the man’s smooth one. “Ty Cooper.”

The contact was brief, but something passed between them—energy that felt strange yet oddly familiar. As if they had some connection.