THE WRANGLER’S SPECIAL DELIVERY
When the father of her baby bails, Devon Bennett finds herself in a difficult position. As in “giving birth in a truck on the side of a road” difficult. Devon’s never felt more alone, until a hunky cowboy rides in to save the day.
Deputy Cody McCullough can’t shake the feeling that Devon and her baby still need him, and not just because they’re staying at his ranch. It’s obvious that the single mom’s heart has been broken before and trusting this cowboy lawman doesn’t come easily. But Cody will do whatever it takes to make Devon feel safe again…and to see that her heart finally has a home.
It was too good to be true.
Devon ran her hand ever so lightly over the bassinet.
“This is wonderful,” she said in a small, halting voice, afraid to speak up because she thought her voice would crack. “Where did you get all this?”
“Miss Joan is very resourceful,” Cody told her matter-of-factly. “Technically,” he specified, “these are all on loan—except for the diapers, of course.”
“I don’t care if they’re on loan,” Devon told him. “The fact that I can use them even for a little while is just wonderful,” she added, tearing up completely.
Nothing made Cody feel more helpless than tears. “Oh, hey, you’re not going to cry, are you?”
“No,” she said, and then promptly had several fat tears go cascading down both of her cheeks.
At a loss, not knowing what else to do, Cody took her into his arms and just held her, saying nothing. He just wanted her to know that he was there for her, no matter what she needed.
The Cowboy and the Baby
Marie Ferrarella
MARIE FERRARELLA is a USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award–winning author who has written more than two hundred and fifty books for Mills & Boon, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, marieferrarella.com.
To
Dr. Steve Kang
For Giving Me Hope
That I Could
Wear High Heels Again
Contents
Cody McCullough didn’t like being late.
Ever.
It was a work ethic his big brother Connor had instilled in all of them. Connor had insisted on it that first time he had gathered them all together to tell them that, despite the recent death of their father, they were still going to be a family, still go on living under one roof. Connor had just turned eighteen at the time. That ultimately meant that, as the oldest, Connor was willing to give up his dreams of going away to college in order to become their guardian.
There was no one else to turn to and, besides, Connor had never been one to believe in buck-passing.
Taking care of three younger siblings and a modest cattle ranch was a hell of a responsibility to take on for an eighteen-year-old, so the rest of them—Cody, Cole and Cassidy—figured that the least they could do was not give Connor a hard time about anything, including the rules he saw fit to set down and enforce.
Connor’s Code, they had all come to agree, was there for their own good. If they were to survive in a world that could—all too easily—be rough and cruel, they had to pull together.
And in exchange for not giving Connor any grief, their older brother returned the favor. He backed them whenever he could and never made them feel as if they were victims of a cold fate. He taught them that they were the masters of their own destinies.