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Susan Fox lives with her youngest son, Patrick, in Des Moines, Iowa, U.S.A. A lifelong fan of Westerns and cowboys, she tends to think of romantic heroes in terms of Stetsons and boots! In what spare time she has, Susan is an unabashed couch potato and movie fan. She particularly enjoys romantic movies, and also reads a variety of romance novels—with guaranteed happy endings—and plans to write many more of her own.
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The path to true love never runs smoothly,
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Books by Susan Fox
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3648—THE MAN SHE’LL MARRY
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The Prodigal Wife
Susan Fox
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
GABE PATTON and Lainey Talbot had been married for almost five years, though they’d only been together in the same room twice since then. The first time was that ten minutes after a judge had pronounced them husband and wife as they’d signed the marriage certificate. She’d coldly walked out without a word to Gabe, leaving the beautiful rings he’d just put on her finger lying next to her signature.
The second time had been at her mother’s funeral six months ago. She’d kept herself aloof, wordlessly listening to Gabe’s formal expression of condolence before she’d stoically endured less than an hour breathing the same air as him while the memorial service droned on.
She’d walked away from him that time, too. Calmly and coldly, still frozen from the shock of her mother’s death, but still quite coldly furious with him for what he and her late father had done to her.
Over the five years she’d spent away from Texas and Gabe Patton, she’d refused his every phone call, and sent back to him, unopened, every letter and gift he’d sent to her. Still self-righteous, she’d boldly marked on each envelope or package in red felt pen: Refused. Return To Sender.
She’d never acknowledged Gabe Patton as her legal husband in even a remote way, much less taken his name, though she’d been forced to file her income tax returns as married, filing single, and she’d had to instruct her lawyer to rebuff any attempt at contact, short of death or a divorce petition. She hadn’t let herself think many good thoughts about Gabriel Patton; she’d certainly never spoken anything good about him these past years.
She’d almost managed to make herself forget the mad adolescent crush she’d had on him once when she was barely eighteen, and she’d staunchly tried to deny to herself the reasons she’d loved him to distraction back then. Sometimes she was even successful. She’d been glad she’d taken such incredible pains to protect her female pride, to keep a wary distance from Gabe Patton so he’d never suspect her feelings for him—particularly once she’d found out that the only reason he’d agreed to marry her had been to get control of Talbot Ranch.
Her sweet, agonizing crush had exploded into fiery hate when he’d done that, and she’d sworn to herself that she’d never show Gabriel Patton an ounce of welcome or approval as a husband. Never.
But she’d got it wrong, so very wrong.
Gabe Patton had never been the greedy opportunist she’d thought he was when he’d agreed to the marriage deal her father had secretly cooked up for his only child. A marriage deal she’d never suspected until after her father’s sudden death when she’d heard the barbaric terms of his will.
In her mind, the father she’d idolized had apparently found a way to punish her for trying to stay neutral in his bitter divorce from her mother. John Talbot had never given any indication of disapproval toward her and had even seemed to agree with her decision when she’d left the ranch to live with her mother in Chicago. But when he’d given away control of her inheritance to the man he’d selected for her to marry, she’d taken it as a brutal revelation of some virulent, secret anger her father had harbored over the agonizing choice she’d made.
And because her much-loved and adored father had been just four days dead by the time she’d found it out, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to be angry with him, only wounded and bewildered by what he’d done. Instead she’d