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  Star-crossed teenage lovers finally reunite for a second chance

  Losing Miranda broke Matt Grimes’s heart—and kept him from knowledge of his impending fatherhood. Now Miranda Contreras has returned to Rocking Chair, Texas—with their eight-year-old daughter. In search of safe haven, this runaway bride needs to regroup. Matt should be angry! What other secrets is Miranda keeping? But all he sees is a chance to be the family they were meant to be.

  When Matt looked up, she offered him a shy smile. “Like I said, I’m sorry. I should have told you about Emily.”

  “You’ve got that right.”

  “I’ve made mistakes, but Emily isn’t one of them. She’s a great kid. So for now, let’s focus on her.”

  “All right.” Matt uncrossed his arms and raked a hand through his hair. “But just for the record, I would’ve done anything in my power to take care of you and Emily.”

  “I know.” And that was why she’d walked away from him. Matt would have stood up to her father, challenged his threat, only to be knocked to his knees—and worse.

  No, leaving town and cutting all ties with Matt was the only thing she could’ve done to protect him.

  As she stood in the room where their daughter was conceived, as she studied the only man she’d ever loved, the memories crept up on her, the old feelings, too.

  Once upon a time, there’d been something about the fun-loving nineteen-year-old cowboy that had drawn her attention when she’d been sixteen. And whatever it was continued to tug at her now.

  * * *

  ROCKING CHAIR RODEO:

  Cowboys—and true love—never go out of style!

  Dear Reader,

  Honey, my fur grandbaby, is the inspiration for the dog in this book. And like Sweetie Pie, the fictitious shepherd mix, Honey is a slow learner and hell-bent on catching the neighborhood skunk. She also likes to chase any delivery drivers who dare to bring mail or packages to her house. As a result, she has landed on the UPS, FedEx and USPS naughty lists.

  But it’s not just the critters that are appealing in this story. The Cowboy’s Secret Family has all of my favorite ingredients for a romance—first love, a secret baby, a pregnant runaway bride and, of course, a handsome rodeo cowboy.

  You first met Matt Grimes in The Soldier’s Twin Surprise (Harlequin Special Edition, July 2018). Now it’s Matt’s turn to have his story told.

  After suffering a career-threatening injury while bull riding, Matt returns home to his uncle’s ranch to recuperate, only to find Miranda Contreras has temporarily moved in with her eight-year-old daughter and an ever-increasing barnyard menagerie. Miranda broke Matt’s heart nine years ago when she left town, deserting him without saying goodbye. Now she’s back, pregnant with another man’s baby, yet more stunning and attractive than ever.

  I hope you’ll enjoy Matt and Miranda’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Wishing you romance!

  Judy

  PS: I love hearing from my readers. You can contact me through my website, judyduarte.com. You can also contact me on Facebook at Facebook.com/judyduartenovelist.

  The Cowboy’s Secret Family

  Judy Duarte

  Since 2002, USA TODAY bestselling author Judy Duarte has written over forty books for Harlequin Special Edition, earned two RITA® Award nominations, won two Maggie Awards and received a National Readers’ Choice Award. When she’s not cooped up in her writing cave, she enjoys traveling with her husband and spending quality time with her grandchildren. You can learn more about Judy and her books on her website, judyduarte.com, or at Facebook.com/judyduartenovelist.

  Books by Judy Duarte

  Harlequin Special Edition

  Rocking Chair Rodeo

  Roping in the Cowgirl

  The Bronc Rider’s Baby

  A Cowboy Family Christmas

  The Soldier’s Twin Surprise

  The Lawman’s Convenient Family

  The Fortunes of Texas: All Fortune’s Children

  Wed by Fortune

  The Fortunes of Texas: The Secret Fortunes

  From Fortune to Family Man

  The Fortunes of Texas: The Rulebreakers

  No Ordinary Fortune

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  To “Honey” Colwell,

  my fur grandchild and the inspiration for

  Sweetie Pie, the rescued stray dog in

  The Cowboy’s Secret Family. No matter how many

  times Honey gets sprayed by Eau de Stink,

  she’s determined to catch the rascally skunk

  that prowls the neighborhood at night.

  Maybe next time, Honey.

  And to Jeff and Sarah Colwell.

  Thank you for the opportunity to spend a

  special summer with Emalee and Katie, my

  two granddaughters, and a barnyard menagerie

  consisting of one overly protective shepherd mix,

  six free-range chickens, two 4-H lambs and a

  couple of horses. Love you, guys!

  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

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from It Started with a Pregnancy by Christy Jeffries

  Chapter One

  The new Dodge Ram pickup bounced along the graveled drive that led to the Double G Ranch, where Matt Grimes intended to hole up until he recovered from his injury and could return to the rodeo circuit.

  The afternoon sun’s glare was damn near blinding, so he reached for the visor, only to miss spotting another pothole, this one bigger than the last. Pain shot through his bum knee, and he swore under his breath. He’d have to convince Uncle George that it was finally time to pave the blasted road or they’d need an all-terrain vehicle to get to the house.

  Matt hadn’t been home since the Christmas before last, so he probably should have called to let his uncle know he was coming, but he’d decided to surprise him.

  He swerved to avoid another hole, a quick move that jarred his knee again, and he gritted his teeth in pain. The last bull he’d ridden, Grave Digger, had thrown him to the ground, stepping on him in the process. He hadn’t suffered a fracture, only tissue damage. But it hurt like hell, and the doctor seemed to think it would take a while for him to heal.

  But come hell or high water, Matt was determined to compete in the Rocking Chair Rodeo, which would benefit two of his favorite charities—a local home for retired cowboys, as well as one for abused and neglected kids. On top of that, Esteban Enterprises had used Matt’s name to promote the rodeo, and all the ads and posters sported his photo and practically claimed Local Boy Makes Good. Hopefully, he’d heal quickly so he could live up to the hype.

  When he pulled up to the small ranch house and parked, he remained behind the wheel for a while, rubbing the ache in his knee and stunned as he scanned the yard and noticed how different things were. Damn. His uncle had been busy. No wonder he hadn’t gotten around to fixing the road yet.

  A lamb stood under a canopy covering part of a small pen near the b
arn. A new chicken coop had been built, too, with several hens clucking and pecking at the ground. A black-and-white Shetland pony was corralled near the house and an unfamiliar car was parked in the drive.

  What in the hell was going on? Had Uncle George hired someone new? He had ranch hands who worked the cattle, but he’d never put a lot of effort into the yard.

  Matt climbed out of the truck, wincing when he put weight on his right leg. As he reached for his cane, a mixed-breed dog wearing a red Western kerchief around its neck rushed at him, barking as if it had super-canine strength and planned to take on a pack of wolves.

  Before Matt had to fend off the shepherd-mix with his cane, Uncle George stepped out onto the porch from inside the house, squinting at the glare caused by the sunlight hitting a metal wind chime—a fancy addition that hadn’t been there before.

  George lifted his hand to shade his eyes and called off the stupid mutt. It obeyed the old man’s gruff tone, but it still eyed Matt as if it wasn’t yet convinced he wasn’t a burglar who’d come to rob the ranch at gunpoint.

  “What’s going on?” Matt asked, his voice edged with irritation.

  The screen door screeched open again, and out walked a little girl in pigtails wearing a white blouse with a green 4-H kerchief tied around her neck, blue jeans and sneakers. The dog took a look at her, wagged its tail and then began barking at Matt all over again.

  The girl hurried to the mutt, dropped to her knees and hugged the dog’s neck. “Shush, Sweetie Pie. It’s okay.”

  “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Uncle George finally said. “My long-lost nephew. What’d you do? Lose your cell phone?”

  “I’ve been busy.” While that was true, Matt still should have called. Maybe then he’d know who that little girl was. Had his uncle taken on a babysitting gig to supplement his Social Security? And what was with the menagerie—ponies, chickens, dogs and who knew what else?

  A soft breeze kicked up, causing the wind chime to tinkle, while Matt tried to make sense of it all. Before he could prod his uncle for an explanation, the girl turned to the house and called out, “Mommy! Hurry up. We’re going to be late to the 4-H meeting.”

  Matt leaned on his cane, confused. Dazed. He shot a glance at his uncle. The white-haired man still favored jeans and flannel shirts, like the red one he wore today. His clothes fit him much better. The tall, lanky man had filled out since the last time Matt had been home.

  Apparently, “Mommy” was a good cook.

  As Matt took a step toward his uncle, his bad knee nearly gave out, causing him to wince and wobble. He used his cane for balance and swore under his breath.

  “You’d better sit down before you fall down,” George said. “What’d you do to yourself?”

  “Crossed paths with the wrong bull.” Matt hobbled up the steps to the wraparound porch, which was adorned with pots of red geraniums and colorful pansies. He had no idea how long “Mommy” had been here, but long enough to make her mark.

  “One day a bull is gonna break your neck instead of your leg,” Uncle George said. “I hope you learned your lesson this time and are finally giving up the rodeo. You’re getting too old for that crazy kid stuff.”

  “It’s barely a scratch. I’ll be ready to ride again—or even have another run-in with Grave Digger—in a few weeks.” Matt glanced at the colorful heart-shaped welcome mat at the door. “Is my room available?”

  His uncle gestured to one of the rockers on the porch. “Your room is always ready for you. I keep thinking you’ll finally come to your senses and move home where you belong.”

  Matt limped to a chair. He didn’t really belong anywhere, a lesson he’d learned early on. He took a seat, rested his cane against the small wicker table and set his rocker in motion. His uncle sat in the chair next to his.

  For a moment, he savored the familiar earthy scent of the only place that came close to being the home he could actually call his own. But now he wasn’t so sure about that. Apparently, a lot had changed in the past year and a half.

  Matt lowered his voice and asked, “So what’s going on?”

  His uncle shrugged a single shoulder, then placed an arthritic index finger to his lips and shushed him. “Hold your questions for a while.”

  Matt nodded as if that made perfect sense, but nothing about this situation did, and his curiosity grew to the point that it was downright troublesome.

  He studied the child. She was a cute little thing. He guessed her to be about six or seven.

  She cocked her head to the side, one brown pigtail dangling over her shoulder, and eyed Matt carefully. “Who are you?”

  He could ask her the same thing, but he supposed he’d have wait until after she and her mother left to have the bulk of his questions answered.

  “I’m Matt,” he said.

  “Oh.” She nodded, her pigtails swishing up and down. “You’re the cowboy who used to live here. That’s what I thought. I’m Emily. Me and my mom are staying here. We’ll probably go home someday, but I hope we don’t. I like having a big yard.”

  So Emily and “Mommy” lived in a town. Or in a city.

  The screen door squeaked open once again and a twenty-something brunette stepped onto the porch. She shielded her eyes from the sun’s glare off the metal chimes with her hand, blocking her face, but recognition slammed into Matt like a bull out of the shoot.

  Miranda Contreras.

  His old teenage crush. The girl who’d strung him along before breaking his heart beyond repair. And here she was again, all grown up, prettier than ever and rocking Matt’s world again, just as she’d done the day she arrived at Wexler High, a pretty sophomore with a bubbly laugh.

  She stepped out of the sunlight’s glare, and when her eyes met his, she flinched. Her lips parted and she placed a hand on her chest as if she hadn’t expected to see him ever again. “Matt?”

  “Miranda.” His body tensed, and he kept his tone cool. But inside his gut coiled into a knot.

  She swept a glossy strand of dark hair behind her ear. A nervous gesture?

  “It’s been a long time,” she said.

  “Yep.” Too long, it seemed. But maybe not long enough.

  Matt’s gaze swept across the yard, from the pony in the corral, to the chickens in the coop, to the lamb in the pen and then to the little brown-haired girl hugging the dog.

  Was Miranda responsible for all of...this?

  She had to be.

  But why in the hell, after all these years, had she come back to the Double G? And how long did she intend to stay?

  Uncle George had made it clear that he ought to hold his questions until after they left, but the curiosity was eating him alive.

  “I see a pony in the corral,” Matt said to the child. “Did you bring it with you when you came to the Double G?”

  “No, she’s brand-new. I mean, she’s not a baby. She’s just a little horse. And she’s already grown up. Uncle George gave her to me because I’m going to be a cowgirl when I grow up.”

  Uncle George? Back in the day, Miranda had claimed his father’s uncle as her own. And now she’d encouraged her daughter do the same thing. It hadn’t bothered Matt a bit when they were younger, because if things had worked out between them, that relationship might have become official. But that’s not the way their teenage romance had played out.

  For that reason, having Miranda here knocked his blood pressure out of whack, especially since he had the feeling she’d moved in permanently. Her daughter might think they were going back home one of these days, wherever that home was. But flowers on the porch, a pony in the corral and a dog guarding the yard suggested otherwise.

  “Guess what?” Emily asked, as she placed her small hands on her denim-clad hips. “I can saddle my pony all by myself.”

  “Good for you.” As angry as Matt might be with her mother, he couldn’t fau
lt the cute little girl with a splash of freckles across her nose. He wondered whether she favored Miranda or maybe her father, whoever he might be. It had been years since he and Miranda had split. When had she had Emily? How old was she?

  Before he could ask the little girl her age, Miranda stepped off the porch, her purse slung over her shoulder. “We’ll have to play catch up later, Matt. If Emily and I don’t leave now, we’ll be late.”

  Good. Uncle George had some explaining to do.

  Miranda turned to the old man and blessed him with a smile. “I have a pot roast in the oven.”

  “Is it big enough to feed a drifter?” George asked.

  She hesitated, then smiled. “Yes, of course.” She turned her gaze to Matt. “There’s plenty.” Then she held her hand out for Emily. “Come on, honey.”

  Matt watched them walk toward her car. Miranda wore a loose-fitting summer dress—a soft yellow with a floral print. She looked as fresh as spring, although she’d obviously grown up—and changed. She had womanly curves now. And, if anything, she was even prettier than before.

  Once she started the car and headed down the drive, Matt turned to his uncle. “Okay. What gives?”

  “Miranda and Emily needed a place to stay for a while, and I had plenty of room. They’ve been good company.”

  The subtext was clear. Matt hadn’t been around much. He shook off a twinge of guilt, promising himself he’d have to do better from now on. Then he leaned back and set his rocker in motion again. “So what’s her story?”

  “She needed time to sort through some things, and we both figured this was the perfect place for her to do it.”

  “What’d she need to think about?”

  “Back in February, she broke her engagement. I ’spect she’s got a few things to sort through.”

  Two months ago? Damn. Each answer George provided only stirred up more questions. “What made her back out?”

  “You know me. I don’t like to pry.”

  Matt blew out a sigh. “Does Miranda’s father know she’s here?”