The Rancher's Heir

Their goodbye was supposed to be for good.

But now this rich rancher is back...and he wants her!

For billionaire Texan Noah Grant, joining the military meant sacrifice—breaking up with city girl Camilla Warner was especially tough. Yet coming home to discover she’s had his child changes everything—except for the desire still burning between them and the wall of misunderstandings keeping them apart. But Noah’s come too far to give up without a fight...

SARA ORWIG, from Oklahoma, loves family, friends, dogs, books, long walks, sunny beaches and palm trees. She is married to and in love with the guy she met in college. They have three children and six grandchildren. Sara’s one hundredth published novel was a July 2016 release. With a master’s degree in English, she has written historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Sara welcomes readers on Facebook or at www.saraorwig.com.

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The Rancher’s Heir

Sara Orwig

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ISBN: 978-1-474-07658-6

THE RANCHER’S HEIR

© 2018 Sara Orwig

Published in Great Britain 2018

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Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Prologue

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Extract

Extract

About the Publisher

Prologue

During the night under a starless sky, they had driven their Humvee into an ambush, and now they were barely holding on, pinned down in a firefight with nothing but a crumbling rock wall between them and the enemy. Noah Grant had only cuts and bruises. His two close friends, Mike Moretti and Jake Ralston, also had non-life-threatening injuries. The other member on this US Army Rangers mission, Captain Thane Warner, was hurt badly with wounds to his chest and head, an injured leg and deep gashes all over his body from flying shrapnel.

Mike had applied pressure to two serious wounds, trying to save their captain and friend until help arrived. Their last communication had been cut off, but before it was, Noah heard a chopper was on the way.

An explosion rocked the ground not twenty feet away, sending up a plume of light. Mike turned to punch Noah’s shoulder. As Noah Grant lowered his weapon, Mike told him, “Trade places. Keep pressure on his wounds. He wants to talk to you.”

Without hesitation, Noah took Mike Moretti’s place, holding Thane’s own jacket and Mike’s jacket over Thane’s wounds, trying to apply pressure to the two most serious ones, hoping his captain and friend could hang on until help arrived.

Thane gripped his arm and Noah leaned closer to hear him over the explosives. With shallow breathing and a hoarse whisper, Thane spoke through obvious pain. “Noah, promise me you’ll take two gifts home for me.” Coughs racked his body and he grimaced. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” Noah said without thinking as he concentrated on trying to keep pressure on the wounds.

“Two keys in pocket,” Thane said in a raspy, weakened voice, placing his hand on a pocket. “Keys alike. Other one for Jake. Mike has one.”

“Don’t talk. Save your strength.” Trying to keep pressure on the wounds, Noah slipped his hand into the pocket, leaning down closer to Thane. “I have the keys.”

Thane’s eyelids fluttered and he looked at Noah. “...in box...two packages go to Camilla and Ethan.” He closed his eyes and stopped talking. Noah leaned closer.

“Thane. Thane. Hang in there. Chopper’s coming. Thane!”

Thane’s eyes fluttered and he grasped Noah’s wrist with surprising strength. “Promise...you’ll give Camilla...gift yourself.”

“I promise I’ll put her gift in her hands,” he said, not wanting to think about actually doing the deed.

“Other present—promise me...you...give to my nephew...have to...give to him, no one else...want him to see a soldier. Don’t give to Camilla... Promise me even though—”

“I promise to put the present in your nephew’s hands myself.”

Thane’s eyes fluttered open and for an instant Noah felt a shock as Thane looked intently at him.

“I promise to place it in the baby’s hands,” Noah repeated emphatically, startled by the piercing look from Thane.

The last statement seemed to pacify him as he nodded and closed his eyes. “Get Jake.”

Noah looked around, spotted Jake and shouted at him. He didn’t dare let go of the blood-soaked jackets he held against Thane’s wounds.

“Jake,” he shouted again and jerked his head when Jake looked around.

Noah turned back to tell Thane that Jake was coming. Anxiety filled him as he saw Thane’s eyes were closed, his head turned away. Noah felt for a pulse and was surprised to find one. “Thane,” he shouted, trying to keep the man awake until medics arrived. “Thane, stay with me.”

Jake slipped down beside Noah just as another explosion ripped the ground in front of them. “Thane wants you to have this key,” Noah said, handing a small key to his friend. “He’ll tell you what he wants you to do. Hold these against his wounds. Where the hell is the chopper?”

“I don’t know, but last I heard it’s coming.”

“It better get here soon. He’s lost too much blood.” He leaned close to Thane’s ear.

“Thane, here’s Jake,” Noah shouted and moved away as Jake took over keeping pressure on Thane’s wounds.

“Hang on, Thane. Help is coming,” Jake shouted, leaning close to Thane as the man stared blankly at him.

Noah moved away, pausing when he heard another sound besides the bursts of gunfire and the explosion of a grenade. Were they going to get some help? He opened his hand that was smeared with Thane’s dried blood. A brass key lay in his palm and Noah drew a deep breath. He didn’t want to go home and give Camilla a gift from Thane. When they broke up, he didn’t expect to ever be with her again and it still hurt to think about her.

He didn’t want to see her, talk to her or do anything to stir up old feelings. It had hurt to walk away but he had and now he had to go back to her. He wondered whether he would ever reach a point where he would stop thinking about her.

One

Noah

Six months later, in July, Noah was no longer a Ranger in the US Army. He’d been honorably discharged, armed now with a list of things he needed to do before he settled back into civilian life and took over his ranch again. He’d systematically run through the list until, after tonight, there was only one thing left to do—take Thane’s packages to Camilla and her baby. He didn’t want to see either of them, but he would keep his promise to Thane. He stood holding two packages. He guessed the one for her baby was a book—that was what it felt like. Both packages were wrapped in what looked like the brown paper of grocery sacks at home. Used paper with wrinkles smoothed out. The other package for Camilla was a box. It wasn’t deep, but it was bigger than the book. Each one was tied with brown twine. Neither box felt heavy. A simple delivery. Just hand them to her and get the hell out of her life again. Just the thought of seeing her was stirring up too many unwanted memories.

The first weekend back he’d gone home to see his parents in Dallas. He’d hugged his mother while Betsy Grant had wiped away tears as she smiled at him.

“Mom, don’t cry,” he’d said.

“I’m just so happy you’re home.”

“I’m happy to be home and I’ll never understand crying for happiness.”

Smiling, she’d wiped her eyes and patted his cheek. “Someday you will. Someday you’ll have tears of joy and relief in your eyes.”

“Don’t wish that on me,” he’d said, laughing. As he’d hugged her, he’d realized she felt a lot more frail than she had when he had hugged her goodbye before he’d left for Afghanistan.

His dad’s handshake had been firm, his smile as warm as ever, but Cal Grant’s skin had looked pale.

Tonight he returned to the family Tudor mansion in Dallas and walked in to see his siblings. Noah stepped to Hallie to hug her lightly. His sister-in-law was still a beautiful woman, tall, blonde and brown-eyed.

“We’re glad you’re home,” she said, smiling at him.

He turned to his middle brother and gazed into blue eyes slightly lighter than his own. The two looked alike, except Ben had wavy black hair, not thick black curls like Noah. Noah wrapped his arms around Ben, Hallie’s husband, and hugged him. “I’m glad to see you,” he said, meaning it.

“I’m glad you’re here, bro. Eli was sorry he couldn’t get here tonight. He couldn’t get out of a dinner where he’s a speaker.”

“I’ll see him soon.”

“Come sit and let everyone talk to you,” his mother said as they all walked into the big familiar living room with comfortable sofas and chairs. “You can’t imagine how glad we all are that you’re home.”

He sat and talked to his family and once again he was struck by how much his parents had aged in the years he’d been in the military. He heard the front door open, and then his sister, Stefanie, appeared, screeching when she saw Noah. She ran across the room, her black hair flying, to throw her arms around his neck. Laughing, he hugged her and she stepped back, smiling at him.

“I’m so glad you’re home.”

He looked into her deep blue eyes, so like his own, and smiled. “I’m glad to be home.”

She turned to greet the rest of the family, crossing the room to kiss their dad’s cheek, going to brush her mother’s cheek with a kiss. “This is a celebration,” she said.

Noah laughed. Some things never changed, and his little sister stirring up the whole family with her grand entrance was one of those things.

And some things did change, he thought. Like his parents.

As they all sat and talked, he realized how good it was to be home. Nothing was more important than family. This was what he’d wanted at some point in his life. The moment that thought came, so did memories of Camilla and, with them, an unwanted pang that shocked him. After all this time, how could he still miss her? They had broken up three years ago and he didn’t want to still miss her. He didn’t want to picture her when he thought of having his own family. But he did. She was his wife and the mother of his children in all such fantasies.

But it had to stop. Now.

Banishing those tormenting images, he turned to his father and tried to pay attention to what the man was saying. It wasn’t until ten that night, when his folks said good-night and retired for the evening, that he was alone with Ben and Hallie and Stefanie.

“C’mon, Stefanie. Come with me. I’m going to find a book to take home,” Hallie said, dragging his sister to the library down the hall.

Noah looked at Ben. “I know the folks usually tell us good-night and leave, but Hallie has left for a reason besides getting a book to read.”

“Yeah. Let’s go into the study,” Ben said, and Noah realized it was something serious. He followed his brother.

Ben switched on the lights and Noah glanced around the familiar room that served as his dad’s home office. Then his attention shifted to Ben.

“What’s up? I have the feeling there’s something you’ve been waiting to tell me.”

“There is. I told Mom I would tell you and you can talk to them about it tomorrow, but she can’t talk without crying.”

“Oh, damn,” Noah said, sinking into a leather chair. Instantly he remembered his dad’s pallor and quiet manner. “It’s Dad, isn’t it?”

“You noticed. I figured you would. He—he has heart problems. Since you’ve been gone, he’s had a heart attack and he’s had bypass surgery.”

Noah felt as if he had been punched in the chest. He hurt and he looked down, remembering his dad in earlier years. “Dammit.”

Ben took a seat beside him. “Dad isn’t strong any longer, but he walks on a treadmill several times nearly every day.”

Noah looked away, remembering moments as a kid when he’d had fun with his dad, playing ball, swimming.

“That’s a hell of a thing to come home to,” he told Ben. “How’s Stefanie handling it?”

“She’s hovering over him, which seems to make them both happy. Mom, too. Between work and her social life, Stefanie keeps busy, so she’s okay. She’s running the north Dallas Grant Realty office and she’s very good at it.” He shook his head as if amazed at how well she handled the family’s real-estate business. “I thought she was too much a social butterfly to be a sharp businesswoman, but I was wrong. Last spring, she spent a month in our south Texas home and had it all done over. And I think she has plans for the Colorado home this fall. I don’t know where she gets the energy. Even with all that on her plate, she moves in social circles and supports several charities. I’ve got about three I devote time, effort and money to, while Eli has about five. You know how Dad taught us all we need to give back to the community, so here we are, doing what he expected.”

“I’m sure he’s proud of you all.”

Ben looked at him squarely. “We’re all proud of you serving in the Army in the Rangers.”

Noah shrugged. “Our dad served. Our grandfather. Our great-grandfather. It’s a family tradition. But one from this generation is enough. Don’t you go sign up.”

Ben held up his hands, palms out. “No danger of that. I have my hands full here.” He ran a hand through his hair. “When Dad had to step down, I took over the main real-estate office. You know, it might be a good thing if you come in about once or twice a month just so you know what’s going on and you’re able to take over if I’m away.”

“Okay, but I’m sure you have some vice presidents who can step in.”

“Oh, yes. I just want you to know about the business since Dad is out.”

“And in turn you’ll come out to the ranch and spend a couple of days per month.”

“Noah, ranching is your deal and maybe Eli’s occasionally. I would be lousy—”

Noah laughed and waved his hand. “Don’t worry. I’m kidding. You barely know a horse’s head from its rear, so I don’t think you’d be of much help anyway.”

Ben sat back, looking relieved. “Don’t scare me like that.” Then he sobered. “Back to Dad. I told him I’d tell you about his heart. He said he has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow and they’re running some tests. He said to give him a couple of days and then come by. I think those doctor appointments wear him out. So much that he doesn’t even venture into the office any longer.” Ben leaned forward. “Don’t panic, Noah, but I’d really like you on the board.”

“The ranch is my life. I’ll be on the board, but I won’t take an office job.” He got up and paced the den. “You know, when you leave home, you think you’re coming back to the same life, but you never do,” he said. “Well, hell, this one hurts and it’s just going to hurt more as the days go by.” He stared into space a moment, lost again in memories of his dad. He turned to Ben. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Yeah. I hated to have to tell you.”

“I’m glad I didn’t know it over there. Losing Thane was hell enough. We’ve been friends since we were schoolkids. His wounds were too bad and they couldn’t save him. How’re things with you?”

Ben shrugged. “Business is good. On the home front there have been some tense moments—” He paused to look at Noah. “Hallie and I have tried since we first married to have a baby. Especially since Dad’s heart problems. We wanted him to know his first grandchild.” Ben shook his head and glanced at the closed door. “The docs say we’re both okay, to just relax, that pregnancy will happen. It would give Mom and Dad so much pleasure.” He paused a moment as Noah resumed his seat, then met his brother’s eyes. “I hate to ask, but...have you seen Camilla?”

At the mere mention of her name, his insides knotted. “No, but I will. Thane asked me to take gifts to her and to her baby.”

“She was only married two, three months at most. Then the guy was gone. He was there long enough that she has a baby. He left town before their divorce and I’ve heard he doesn’t have any interest in the kid.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s over between us,” Noah said, his stomach tightening even more. “I’m too much the alpha male for her, which is the pot calling the kettle black, to quote the old saying. And she loves Dallas and won’t even visit my ranch.”

“Sorry. You two seemed close.”

They had been once. They’d dated for a year before he joined the Army. “Not any longer.” Noah stood. “I better go and let you get home.”

They walked back to rejoin the others. He glanced at Stefanie. “If I know you, you’re just getting ready to start your evening. You’re probably meeting friends.”

Smiling, she wrinkled her nose at him. “You might be right. You can even join us.”

“Thanks, but not tonight.” He turned to his brother. “I’ll call and see Dad when it’s convenient for him.”

Ben nodded, then reached out to hug his brother.

“Damn, I’m glad you’re home,” he said.

“Let me know if you need me. I have something I need to do in Dallas before I go to the ranch and I’ll spend a bit longer in Dallas to be with Dad more.”

“That will be good. I’m sorry about you and Camilla.”

It still hurt too much to talk about her. “Thanks. So am I, but I’m not giving up ranching. I sure as hell can’t change my personality.”

He said good-night to Stefanie and Hallie. “See you both soon,” Noah said as he made his way to the door.

Stefanie asked him to wait, walking outside with him.

“How is it with Camilla?” she asked as they headed toward her car. “Have you seen her baby?”

“It’s finished with Camilla, and no, I haven’t seen her baby,” he said.

“Sorry, Noah, if you’re unhappy about it. Come out with me Friday night and have some fun.”

He laughed and squeezed her shoulder. “You’d take the old man out with you? Thanks, but I’ll pass this time.”

“You’re not that much older than my crowd and you’re not as old as some of them.” She smiled at him and touched his arm. “Think about it. Also, I’m a cochairman for the Heart Ball—”

He stopped her with a grin. “I’ll take a table and however many tickets that means.”

“Ahhh, thank you! It’s still three months away but it’s never too soon to sell tickets.” She opened her red sports car and turned back to him. This time he noticed her expression had sobered. “Ben told you about Dad, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he did. I’ll go by and talk to Dad soon. He has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

“It breaks my heart, but I don’t want to be sad around them. He seems to be doing okay, but I’m sure you see a difference.”

“Of course I do.” He reached out to her. “If you want a shoulder to cry on, I’ve got one.”

She gazed up at him. “There will be times I’ll need it. You’re a wonderful big brother.”

He smiled and pulled her to him in a hug. When he released her, he held open her car door, then closed it when she was in. “See you soon,” he said as he turned for his car. As he opened his car door, he glanced back to see her backing out of her parking place. He left, driving to the condo he maintained in Dallas while he thought about his dad, and then his thoughts shifted to Camilla. He would see her—after all this time. His pulse beat faster when he thought about her while at the same time memories of the past clutched at his heart. He had put this meeting off long enough. Even though it might very well open old wounds, the time had come to see her and fulfill his promise.

Stefanie

Stefanie drove to her condo in downtown Dallas. She ran a family office in a suburban area, but she liked the town condo. When she was inside, she walked to the window to look out at the city without really seeing it. Her thoughts were lost on her oldest brother. She was thankful he was home. Noah had a steadying influence on everyone in the family.

She could hear the gruffness in his voice when she had asked about Camilla, and her anger flashed. She’d liked Camilla—until she’d hurt Noah. She’d hurt him before he ever left for overseas and that had worried Stefanie. She’d feared he wouldn’t have his mind on his job as much if he was worried about Camilla—something that could be fatal in hostile territory.

She thought about Camilla, who was pursuing an art career. Stefanie had always wondered if she had married to spite Noah because her husband was gone in a couple of months. Camilla probably hadn’t planned on a pregnancy. The guy hadn’t even wanted his baby.

Stefanie thought about Noah, looking preoccupied tonight, learning about their dad and coming home to unhappiness with Camilla. Noah needed to meet someone, someone who was fun to be with, someone who would get him over his breakup.