A Husband for Christmas?
Mitch Weston’s back in Cowboy Creek, and self-proclaimed matchmaker Jed Garland has his single granddaughter Andi on his mind. Mitch is a lawman, good with the little ones and easy on the eyes. He and Andi were high school sweethearts, for heaven’s sake! Why can’t they see they’re perfect for each other?
Because Andi already lost one husband to a dangerous job, and now she’s all about playing it safe, for her sake and her children’s. Being a cop is everything to Mitch. After discovering Jed’s plan, Mitch and Andi come up with their own: they’ll pretend to get engaged and then break up due to irreconcilable differences. Jed’s got his work cut out for him—because this match needs a Christmas miracle!
Up ahead, she could see the final turnoff to the road leading to the Hitching Post. In just minutes, they would call off their engagement, as planned.
Admitting the engagement couldn’t be real, that she had no hope left for a chance with Mitch, made her feel empty inside. The feeling only confirmed what she had known from the minute she had seen him again. She had always loved him.
But now, she needed to walk away.
When they reached the hotel and he began to turn his truck toward the parking area, she said, “Just drop me off in front, please.”
He kept driving. “I’m not letting you go in to break the news to your family on your own.”
“It’s all right—”
“Not by me, it isn’t.”
“I can handle it, Mitch.”
“It was my idea that got you into this,” he said stubbornly. “Besides, I’m going to have to face your family sometime, too. I might as well do it now.” He parked the truck and took her overnight bag from the rear seat.
She would always regret this morning.
But she could never forget last night.
One of the many things I love about the writing home I’ve found here is I’m able to share my favorite kind of stories with you. Small towns and families. Softhearted yet strong heroines. Sexy and even stronger heroes. Quirky but sometimes interfering characters. When I settle down to write—or to read—a book, those story elements are at the top of my list. I hope they’re favorites for you, too.
The Lawman’s Christmas Proposal has all of the above, along with Grandpa Jed up to his matchmaking tricks again and the entire town joining in on some holiday fun. Enjoy this visit to Cowboy Creek!
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All my best to you.
Until we meet again,
Barbara White Daille
The Lawman’s Christmas Proposal
Barbara White Daille
BARBARA WHITE DAILLE and her husband still inhabit their own special corner of the wild, wild Southwest, where the summers are long and hot and the lizards and scorpions roam.
Barbara loves looking back at the short stories and two books she wrote in grade school and realizing that—except for the scorpions—she’s doing exactly what she planned. She has now hit double digits with published novels and still has a file drawer full of stories to be written.
As always, Barbara hopes you will enjoy reading her books! She would love to have you drop by her website for a visit, barbarawhitedaille.com.
To all my readers,
thank you for your support,
and Happy Holidays—no matter
which ones you celebrate!
And of course, to my number one reader, Rich.
Contents
Dear Reader
Prologue
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
“Don’t look now, but here comes trouble,” Jedediah Garland said to his old friend Paz.
He had driven her into town to pick up a food order for the Hitching Post, the hotel he owned and where she worked as his cook. On the way, they had made a quick stop for coffee at SugarPie’s, Cowboy Creek’s popular sandwich shop. As usual at this early hour, they found the place filled to capacity.
The woman approaching their table owned SugarPie’s, which consisted of both the shop and the adjacent bakery.
Paz looked over her shoulder, then turned back. “Why do you say trouble, Jed? Sugar is smiling.”
“That she is. And that smile’s telling me she’s got something more than today’s menu on her mind. Haven’t you?” he asked as the woman came