Brett stroked her hair and rubbed slow circles along her back. For the first time in years, Willow felt safe—cared for…
But he was only being nice. When she told him the truth about Sam, there was no telling how he’d act. He might hate her.
“Willow,” Brett said softly. “You’ve got to tell me what’s wrong. What happened?”
She sucked in a sharp breath and wiped at her eyes. Brett produced a handkerchief and slipped it into her hands. She wiped her face, then looked up into his.
He had the darkest, most gorgeous green eyes she’d ever seen.
She wanted to soak in his features, but looking at that handsome, strong face only reminded her of her little boy, who looked so much like him that it hurt.
He rubbed her arms with his hands. “Willow, talk to me.”
“I…don’t know where to begin.”
“You said it was a matter of life and death. I noticed the pickup truck outside and the crunched bike. Is that what this is about?”
“I wish it was that simple.”
McCullen’s Secret Son
Rita Herron
RITA HERRON, a USA TODAY bestselling author, wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. Rita lives in Georgia with her family. She loves to hear from readers, so please write her at PO Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, USA, or visit her website, www.ritaherron.com.
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To Aunt Nelda,
for her love of cowboys!
Love, Rita
Contents
The last place Brett McCullen wanted to be was back in Pistol Whip, especially on the McCullen ranch.
He pulled down the long drive to his family’s ranch, Horseshoe Creek, his leg throbbing from his most recent fall. Damn, he loved rodeo and riding.
But maybe at thirty, he was getting too old to bust his butt on the circuit. And last week when he’d woken up in bed with one of the groupies, some hot, busty blonde named Brandy or Fifi—hell, after a while, they all sounded