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Looking for redemption…
Finding a future
Rancher Liam Dale is in Shelter Creek to make amends for his troubled past. He had no idea vet assistant Trisha Gilbert would be there, too—and he’s even more shocked to discover he’s a daddy! Trisha has good reasons not to trust him and a baby boy to protect. But now that he knows he’s a father, Liam longs to transform this unexpected reunion into a true family.
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Claire McEwen writes romance set in quirky small towns and beautiful western settings. Her strong heroes and heroines take big emotional journeys to find their happily-ever-afters. Claire’s books have been published by Harlequin’s Superromance and Heartwarming lines, and have won various awards, including The Golden Quill, the Book Buyers Best, and the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award. Claire lives by the ocean in Northern California with her family and a scruffy, mischievous terrier. When not dreaming up new stories, she’s a busy mom who enjoys gardening, hiking, discovering flea-market treasures and wandering on the beach. A life-long bookworm, she always has her Kindle close by.
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Trisha bumps into Liam at the grocery store.
Trisha set her shopping basket down and went to retrieve Liam’s basket from where it lay on its side. She collected the cans that had flown out. “You have a dog?” She waggled the can of dog food she’d just found.
“Yup.” He was looking at her with such a serious expression that Trisha braced herself. Did he know about Henry already? He was still standing in the milk. He gingerly stepped out of the puddle, onto dry linoleum.
“I’m truly sorry I bumped into you.” She needed to leave, to get away from his hazel eyes, and the way he was studying her so carefully. It was disconcerting how familiar his face was. There was the curve of his lower lip, the faint stubble blurring the line of his jaw, the thick lashes and tousled curly brown hair. She remembered, suddenly, how soft it had felt under her fingers. Yet he was a complete stranger.
“Don’t worry about it.” He was looking at her so intently, it was possible he was doing the same thing she was—parsing through her features, finding what was familiar. What must he think of her? What might he remember? Heat flared over her face.
She handed him his basket and backed a few paces away. “I have to get going.”
“Can I see you?” He glanced around, as if making sure no one was listening. “We should talk. Clear the air.”
Her stomach lurched. Becca had said she should get to know him, and here was her chance. But talking with him would mean questions about her life, about what she did, how she spent her time. Which would mean telling lies of omission, big ones, about Henry. And she was a terrible liar.
She wasn’t ready. She needed time. “I don’t think we have to do that. The air’s clear.” She waved her hand around as if to prove the point. “Perfectly clear.”
“But… I left that night. I’d like to explain.”
“Nothing to explain. Really. Totally understandable. No hard feelings.” She was lying already. Of course she’d felt awful, waking up to find him gone. But there were more important issues at stake than her bruised ego. “Look, please don’t worry about it. This is all just a strange coincidence, you showing up here in my hometown. But let’s not make your stay in Shelter Creek awkward.” Ha. If he found out about Henry, awkward would be the least of her worries.
“Won’t it be less awkward if we talk for a bit?”
“What’s there to say? There’s no point in hashing over the past.” Another lie, because their past had created an eleven-month-old cutie-pie, who was waiting for her at his babysitter’s house.