Two Merry Matchmakers
While summering in Wild Horse, Wyoming, Dr. Adam Stone’s young daughters gain an immediate hold on veterinarian Cheyenne Granger’s heart. And the tall, handsome newcomer brings with him quiet whispers of fairy-tale endings. But Cheyenne had given up hope of a blissfully-ever-after when her boyfriend walked out on her. And Adam is busy nursing his own broken heart. Yet the girls are determined to draw the two together. Is it possible there’s a happy ending—involving a family of four—in their future after all?
The Granger Family Ranch: Nestled in a Washington mountain town, where family is home.
“You’ll have to excuse the mess.”
Adam spoke to her over one wide shoulder as he crossed the room. “The girls didn’t pick up their toys.”
“I like a little disorder.” Cheyenne wasn’t fooled by his tone. She looked around at the comfortable furniture and caught a glimpse of a tidy kitchen. Not only did he work hard as a doctor, he had made a home for his daughters.
As she remembered how her father had done the same, her throat caught with emotion. Dad had put in long days in the barns and on the range, but he was always there to listen to stories of the school day, help with homework, praise good grades and sympathize with childhood heartaches. As she crossed the room, she saw the same commitment in this home. Hard not to respect and admire Adam for the man he was, a man who did whatever was required to take care of those he loved.
Her feelings for him had changed. She didn’t want to admit it, but they had.
Hometown Hearts
Jillian Hart
MILLS & BOON
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Contents
Chapter One
“Good boy, Toby.” Dr. Cheyenne Granger laughed as the hound dog standing on her examining table swiped her chin with his tongue. She may have been just out of vet school but she was so happy with her choice of profession she could not contain her joy. She wrapped her arms around the elderly canine.
“You are such a good patient.” She lowered him gently to the floor and gave his ears a rub. “Are we friends again?”
Big chocolate eyes forgave her for having stuck him with a needle a few moments before.
“Thanks, buddy.” No one on earth could forgive the way a dog could. “Are you ready to find your mom?”
Toby swiped her face a second time and wagged his tail. “Yes! Let’s go!” he seemed to say as he tilted his head to one side and glanced toward the closed door.
“Then lead the way, handsome.” She seized his leash. Toby knew the path down the short hallway past the patient rooms to the waiting area where the air-conditioning blew against the hot summer Wyoming sunshine. Several dogs panted with nervousness alongside their owners, waiting for their appointments. One particularly unhappy cat yowled from a carrier in the corner.
“Toby!” Terri Baker Gold rose from one of the cushy chairs and hurried over. The dog gave a cry of relief and raced into his owner’s arms. “What a good boy. Did you think I wouldn’t be waiting for you? I would never leave you, baby.”
The hound licked Terri’s chin at the reassurance. Happy that his appointment was over, he wagged his tail and looked expectantly at the door.
“We should get the results from the lab in a few days. I’ll give you a call. Other than that, I’ve sent a prescription over to the pharmacy.” Cheyenne grabbed a biscuit from the bowl on the counter and held the bone-shaped treat out to Toby. “You let Terri know if you don’t feel better, okay, boy?”
The old dog took the treat politely, crunching away with canine satisfaction on his face.
“Thanks, Cheyenne.” Terri, a lifelong friend, smiled. “Nate must be thrilled to have you join his practice.”
“He hasn’t tossed me out yet,” she quipped from behind the counter where the receptionist, Tasha Wisener, chatted on the phone. Multiple lines were lit up; another busy day. “I’m the one who is thrilled to be here. I’m grateful Nate has taken me under his wing. I wouldn’t want to work anywhere else.”
“Especially with so much going on in your family.” Terri opened her purse and pulled out her checkbook. “The Grangers have had two weddings already with two more to come. Then there’s Rori’s pregnancy and rumors about Frank and