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Автор: Molly O'Keefe
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      The car filled with tension

      And it was all Juliette could do not to unroll her window, just so she could breathe.

      “You’ve changed,” Tyler said.

      “You haven’t.”

      “You haven’t spent ten minutes with me, Jules. How could you possibly know that?”

      “It’s Juliette.”

      He laughed and she glared at him hard.

      “Okay,” he said, “it’s Juliette. How’d you know I was back?”

      “This is Bonne Terre, Tyler. The second you set foot inside the parish about twenty people called me.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth she wished them back. No way did she want Tyler O’Neill to think she’d wasted a single thought on him after he’d walked out on her. No way did he need to think he meant more to her than he did. “I’m the chief here, Tyler. It’s my job to know what potentially corrupting influences are hanging around.”

      Dear Reader,

      I was working on Tyler O’Neill’s Redemption when Paul Newman passed away. I spent days watching movies, reading articles and looking at pictures of this rare and talented man. I was amazed at his charity, his strength of purpose, his commitment to his wife and family. And that’s not even talking about his acting or legendary blue eyes. Clearly there will never be another Paul Newman.

      But I must admit, all those photos and movies seeped into my brain and onto the page and Tyler O’Neill started taking on some of Newman’s real and fictionalized characteristics. Tyler has the eyes and the grin from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. The scorching sideways glances from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. And the devil-may-care attitude and propensity for trouble inspired by Cool Hand Luke. How irresistible is that combination?

      It’s been fun getting Tyler O’Neill out of trouble with the help of Juliette Tremblant—a dangerous woman Tyler loved and left behind. For me, the sparks flew off the page. Please drop me a line at [email protected] and let me know if they did for you, too. I love to hear from readers.

      Happy reading!

      Molly O’Keefe

      Tyler O’Neill’s Redemption

      Molly O’Keefe

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Molly O’Keefe is living out her dream of being a writer, mother and wife. Oddly enough, her dream never seemed to include this much laundry. Or dirty diapers. And, not that she’s complaining, but she thought there would be bonbons. Instead there’s lots of cold coffee. Nonetheless, life in Toronto, Canada, married to her college sweetheart is wonderful.

      For Adam, who understands and helps and listens and takes the kids away for hours at a time.

      I love you more every year we’re together.

      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

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      EPILOGUE

      CHAPTER ONE

      TYLER O’NEILL WAS WELCOMED back to Bonne Terre the same way he’d been kicked out of it.

      With a mouthful of dirt from outside St. Pat’s Church.

      “I never did like you,” Lou Brandt whispered in Tyler’s ear while Tyler spit out gravel. “Or your family.”

      Tyler rolled over and grinned, wincing slightly when his lip split and hot copper blood flooded his mouth. “I’ve always liked you, Lou,” he wheezed. “And your wife.”

      Lou reared back, his steel-toed work boot poised for another introduction to Tyler’s rib cage, but Gaetan Bourdage got a thick arm around Lou’s barrel chest. “Come on, now, Lou,” he said. Lou strained against Gaetan’s arm, his big fat head turning red and purple.

      “You’re trash,” Lou snarled. “You think winning all that money changes things?”

      “No, actually,” Tyler said, checking to make sure he still had his back teeth. “It just makes me rich trash.”

      “You’re a cheat!” Lou cried.

      “Oh, shut up,” Tyler moaned. “You’re a crappy card player, Lou. You always were and the ten years I’ve been gone, you’ve just gotten worse.”

      Lou strained against Gaetan’s arm with renewed fury. “Someone should have shut your mouth for you years ago.”

      “They tried,” Tyler muttered.

      “Go on inside,” Gaetan said, his Cajun accent thick as the swamp air. “This boy just ain’t worth it.” If Tyler didn’t know Gaetan, he might just be hurt.

      Instead he searched for his cap, finding it trampled in the dust behind him.

      “You’re right,” Lou said, finally easing off. He spit and the thick glob landed in the dirt near Tyler’s hand, causing his own temper to flare.

      He reared up off the ground, but Gaetan’s gaze nailed him to the dirt.

      Stay put, his eyes said. I can only save your sorry ass so many times.

      Lou wandered back to the church and the Sunday night poker game that had been going on in the basement ever since the church had been built, and Tyler hung his pounding head between his knees.

      “Welcome home,” he muttered.

      “Whatchu doing back here, Ty?” Gaetan asked. The old man crouched, his thick silver mustache trembling with anger.

      “A guy can’t—”

      “No,” Gaetan said, “if that guy is you, then no. Boy!” Gaetan pulled Tyler up, and even though Tyler towered over the old swamp rat, he was cowed slightly. Coming home had been a bad idea, but coming to the St. Pat’s poker game was just stupid.

      But then Tyler had a thing for stupid.

      “Whatever made you come back, I hope it was worth getting your face beat in.” Gaetan pulled a red handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it over. Tyler pressed it to his lip.

      Beat in was a stretch, but Tyler wasn’t about to get into it with the Cajun.

      “I don’t know, Gates,” Tyler said, instead. “The look on everyone’s face when I walked in there was pretty priceless.”

      “Priceless?” Gaetan snorted. “Every man in there thinks you cheated.”

      Tyler bit his tongue and jammed his cap back on his head, trying hard to swallow down the urge that he’d spent the past ten years destroying. Of course, one night back in Bonne Terre and the need to defend himself came crawling back,