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A Tycoon in TexasTHE TEXAS TYCOON'S BABY

Harlequin Special Edition #2124
June 2011
ISBN: 0373656068

An earth-shattering family scandal turned Chet Barron into a Texas billionaire overnight. But something else had rocked the former rancher's world: the incredible night of passion he'd shared with Mina Ferguson. His ultra-efficient assistant was the most desirable woman Chet had ever known. If he only knew the secret she was carrying…

Mina had been hopelessly in love with her ruggedly handsome boss since day one. But how could she tell the brooding cowboy with daddy issues that he was about to become a father? It would take some trust and a lot of sweet persuasion to land this reticent Western tycoon. Because she wasn't going to give him up—not for love or money!

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Excerpt from THE TEXAS TYCOON'S BABY

“I’m not who they said I was.”

He stood in Mina Ferguson’s doorway like the walking wounded, his cowboy hat in hand, leaving his short, dark-blond hair mussed and out of place. He might’ve even looked like a bronc buster who’d just been thrown off a wild horse if it wasn’t for the gray business suit he had on.

But that was the worse for wear, too, his silk tie undone, his jacket opened to show the wrinkles marring his fine white shirt.

“Chet?” Mina asked.

Shell-shocked, her boss took one step toward her threshold with those Justin boots—the last vestiges of the cowboy he used to be only eight months ago, before he’d become one of the most powerful tycoons in Texas, if not the entire country.

She took his hand and pulled him the rest of the way into her home, toward the couch, forgetting about the T-shirt and cut-offs she was wearing—a far cry from the skirt suits he usually saw her in.

At the feel of his skin, her pulse jittered, and she knew what would come next: a jerk of the blood in her veins. A flip of the belly.

But she knew how to hide how she felt around her boss.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as they sat down.

“They lied to me, all these years…”

The cryptic words seemed to freeze in the air, like something that’d been caught in a light and was hoping to disappear, even under a sliver of illumination.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean,” he said, his tone still dead, “I’m not his son.”

It seemed like a full minute lumbered past.

“I don’t understand,” Mina said. “Are you talking about Abe? He’s…not your father?”

Chet nodded, and when he started to say something else, he choked on the words, burying his face in his hands in a struggle to contain himself.

She exhaled, resting her hand on his arm. Even through his jacket, she felt a burn on her skin, just as she always did when she happened to brush against him while leaning down to set papers on his desk. Or if there happened to be an accidental whisk against each other as they passed in the halls of the Barron Group, boss to right-hand gal.

“It turns out that this was the real reason my dad brought me down here from Montana all those months ago,” Chet said, tight sorrow taking hold of his words. “It wasn’t just because he had cancer. It wasn’t just because he was dying and he wanted me to sell my cattle spread and take his place as CFO of the Group.”

Mina kept her hand on his arm, as if she could absorb his hurt. He gripped his hat in both hands as he stared at the floor, his gaze intense.

“Abe told me the whole truth tonight. After all these years…”

When he glanced at Mina, she crumbled inside, because she would do anything to take the obvious agony away from the man she’d loved ever since she’d first met him.

“He wanted me to come to him,” Chet said, “so I could take my ‘rightful place.’ And as the words came out of his mouth, my uncle Eli just stood there next to him with this look on his face…”

Chet’s words got twisted again, his eyes filled with anger, betrayal.

Out of instinct, Mina put her hand at the back of his head, cradling, soothing, almost thinking she could hold a strong man like Chet together.

“Abe told me,” he said, “that I was set to inherit a third of the Barron Group, just like my cousins Tyler and Jeremiah. I didn’t understand why he and Uncle Eli were set to give me such a big portion when Abe was the minority owner. Then they told me. Eli’s my real father. Eli.”

His shoulders seemed to lose the steel that had been defining them, and he crumbled, his voice gritty with anger and hurt. “My mom had an affair with that bastard years and years ago, and my dad is just telling me now…as he’s dying…”

Garbled words. Decimated. But he was able to start up again.

“They said that I can claim my damned ‘rightful place’ now. And I left them standing there because I couldn’t hear any more of it.”

If a heart could explode, that’s what Mina’s did. As he fisted his hands, his neck straining with everything he was holding back, she pulled him against her, resting his head on her shoulder, wrapping her arms around him. He encompassed her, too, as if she was some kind of pillar, just as solid as she’d always been for him in the office.

His go-to woman.

But it’d never been like this between them, and even though she’d imagined holding him a million times, it wasn’t the same now.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, with him twisting her shirt, pulling at it as he fought emotion, but she heard cars passing by the front window of the tiny house she’d saved up for so diligently, heard the hum of her refrigerator in her kitchen, heard a siren off in the distance, like a red warning seeping through her.

She didn’t pay attention to much of it as his embrace grew tighter and his breath evened out, as she lay her head against his, feeling his thick hair against her face and smelling the clean hay reminiscence of a cowboy who’d gone out of his element, even here in Texas.

He inhaled, an uneven sound, then shifted, his mouth pressing against her shoulder, where her T-shirt left a patch of skin uncovered, sensitive to every one of his warm breaths.

She couldn’t hear anything but her crazed heartbeat, each pump filling her with adrenaline and a growing awareness.

He needed something more.

He needed…

“It’ll be okay, Chet,” she whispered. “It’ll be just fine.”

Thuds marked the seconds, beating in her head, and as she pulled back to look into his gaze, just so he could see that she would make sure everything was okay, she recognized a man in the grasp of utter bewilderment.

And then…

Then she leaned to him, pressing her lips to his forehead while cupping his face.

He blinked, his eyes red, but now teeming with something other than raw rage. Hope sprang up in her, sending warmth through every bit of her.

She would make this better. She would do anything to see him smile again.

But then he took her into his arms, pressed his lips to hers so desperately that it robbed her of breath.

Surprise bolted into her. His mouth on hers…the smell of his skin…the urgency in his kiss…

“Mina,” he whispered against her lips, as if she’d saved him from the world, even for the moment.

She melted under him, wanting to heal whatever was busted, knowing she was the only one who could comfort him, feeling more alive than ever as kisses turned to caresses.

As caresses turned into a night that would prove just as fateful as everything that had come before….

 

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From the book: The Texas Tycoon’s Baby
By: Crystal Green
Harlequin Special Edition
Publication Date: 06/11
ISBN: 978-0-373-65606-6
Copyright: 2011
By: Harlequin Books S.A.
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