Turning bachelors into Casanovas, one cowboy at a time
Meg Ripley may run the local diner, but she has never been one to get involved in the small-town craziness of Willing, Montana. Now suddenly she’s entangled in it? In addition to harboring a pregnant runaway, she’s been enlisted to transform scruffy bachelor cowboys into husband material for a reality dating show. Including her ex-boyfriend, and the only man she’s ever allowed herself to love, Owen McGregor.
Owen is still devastatingly handsome, and the passion between them hasn’t faded with time. Unfortunately, neither have the issues that drove them apart. But that doesn’t mean Meg is ready to turn him into the perfect man for someone else! Because despite their past, Meg suspects that Owen is still the one.
“It’s not your imagination.”
She let her cheek rest on his chest for the tiniest second, just the blink of an eye, really, before the last notes of the old Willie Nelson song faded to an end. “I’m glad we’re friends again, Owen.”
Gently released, she stepped out of his arms.
“Friends,” he repeated, as if he’d never heard the word before. He kept hold of her hand as they waited for the next song to begin. It was silly to carry a grudge, Meg realized. They could be friends now. Older and wiser, she had no reason to fall in love again.
And no desire to. Her hand felt so warm and small inside of his.
No desire at all.
Dear Reader,
I’m so happy to be writing again! I took some time off from my computer to plan weddings, experience the thrill of being an adoring grandmother, travel and learn to play the violin. I even went to Blue Grass Camp! I also sewed twenty-eight quilts (but who’s counting?).
The Husband School was inspired by a stop in a small Montana town during one of my husband’s and my annual cross-country road trips. Combine our love of small Western towns with the memory of running a café ourselves plus the many “what if” questions a writer naturally generates, and with a little luck and a whole lot of time, a story was born. This story. About a little town trying to save itself and its way of life.
I once lived in a town so small that when I went to a yard sale, the woman running the sale knew what I was going to buy before I got there. She was right!
I hope you enjoy Willing, Montana, and the people who live there. The world needs more love stories, good neighbors and happily-ever-after romance.
Love,
Kristine Rolofson
www.KristineRolofson.wordpress.com
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The Husband School
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Kristine Rolofson
KRISTINE ROLOFSON
Author of more than forty novels for Mills & Boon, Kristine Rolofson divides her time between Rhode Island, Idaho and Texas, where her handsome and brilliant grandson entertains her with drum solos. When not writing, she quilts, bakes peach pies and plays the fiddle in a country blues band. Her love of vintage cowboy boots is the stuff of legends.
To Sharon Winn and Patricia Coughlin, who listened and helped. I owe you more than all the dark chocolate and blueberry cake in the universe can repay.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
ON A TYPICAL Monday, Owen MacGregor would have never set foot in Meg Ripley’s restaurant. He would have done what he always did, which was drive up to the Java Hut, order a tall black coffee from dour Esther Grinnell and drive the final eighty miles home. But on this bleak October morning, when the sky looked as if it was about to unleash a wild storm on his corner of Montana, Esther’s coffee shack was inexplicably shuttered and Owen needed food. Boo nuzzled his collar and Owen reached up and scratched the dog’s chin.
“You hungry, too?” That was a dumb question, since the little mutt was always ready to eat. When he wasn’t sleeping. Or sprawled on the couch watching television. Owen had found the skinny stray hanging around the barn weeks ago. He’d brought him inside, fed him and named him. Content with his new living arrangements, Boo now had little use for the outdoor life.
Owen hesitated at the flashing red light at the intersection of Highway 10 and Main. Two blocks to the right, at the north edge of town, was a hot breakfast with his name on it, along with bacon for the dog gazing out the window and wagging his tail. Boo was looking for McDonald’s, his favorite place in the world, and expected a treat whenever he rode along in the truck. But Owen hadn’t had an appetite two hours ago after his weekly trip to Hopewell Living Center, and had sped past the cluster of Great Fall’s fast food restaurants next to the highway. It had taken some time for his mood to lift and his hunger to set in.
And now the thought of breakfast was strong enough to make him consider stepping into the Dirty Shame Café. Oh, the sign in front of the building read Willing Café, but folks born and bred in the area knew the place as “The Shame” and probably would always call it by its original name. He’d heard Meg had changed the name on the menus, but he also knew she couldn’t fight history.
Boo whined and wagged and licked his ear, but Owen didn’t smile. He rarely smiled these days.... His own fault. He’d spent most of his adult life in an office, dealing with politicians and lawyers. He had a gift for dealing with difficult people, and he’d turned a law degree into one of the top environmental firms in the country.
And yet he rarely felt any degree of happiness.
Owen turned the steering wheel and stepped on the gas. The world wasn’t