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  Sarah Felt A Sudden Tightening In Her Abdomen.

  She gripped her stomach. "Oh, no!" she cried out, doubling over.

  "What? Sarah, what's wrong?" Case asked.

  The pain intensified. "I think...oh!" she exclaimed, the pain gripping her tight. "I think...the baby's coming," she managed to say.

  "Now? But you have weeks to go."

  On instinct, Sarah knew the baby was coming early. And they were out in a desolate part of the range, with no form of communication. The baby wasn't going to wait.

  "Babies don't always come on schedule, Case."

  Case straightened and nodded, a determined light coming into his eyes. "Okay, okay. Let's get you into the car. We'll make it to the hospital in half an hour."

  Sarah shook her head and grabbed on to his sleeve. "No, Case. There isn't time. The baby's coming too

  She met the fear in Case's eyes with her own. There was no way around this. Sarah knew what he had to

  do. The contractions were intense and coming far

  too frequently. She pleaded with him now. He was her only hope.

  "Case, you have to deliver my baby."

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  THE HEART OF A COWBOY

  Copyright © 2003 by Charlene Swink

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  CHARLENE SANDS

  resides in Southern California with her husband, Don, and two children, Jason and Nikki. When not writing, she enjoys sunny California days, Pacific beaches, sitting down with a good book and, of course, happy endings!

  She loves to hear from her readers. Contact her at [email protected] or visit her Web site at charlenesands.com.

  To my husband, Don, my best friend, my love and my own special breed of cowboy. Ain't nobody better, honey.

  And special thanks to my talented editor, Patience Smith,

  for your effort in making this book come together.

  It's always a pleasure working with you.

  One

  Case Jarrett pulled his truck up to Red Ridge Ranch and heaved a heavy sigh. He glanced at the ranch house he'd grown up in. After months away busting broncs on the rodeo circuit and silently grieving the death of his brother, Reid, he was back now.

  Bounding out of the king cab, Case lifted his Stetson off his head to ran a hand through his dark hair. Arizona heat coiled around him like a diamondback snake tight­ening about his body. He welcomed the familiar swamp­ing and took in a deep breath of dust-laden air, then re­turned his hat to his head.

  He had a promise to keep and wondered how Sarah, his brother's widow, would react to his moving back home. Hell, he'd debated his decision over and over in his mind and hadn't come up with any other way to pro­tect his family home and keep the promise he'd made to Reid on his deathbed.

  Case had kept his distance for five months—since the funeral—but Sarah was eight months pregnant now and Case couldn't justify his staying away any longer. He was needed here. Always had been. Guilt yanked at him hard. If he'd been here, seeing to the Triple R, helping out, maybe Reid wouldn't have died so tragically. His brother would still be alive to witness the birth of his first child.

  Instead Reid was buried in the family plot five miles up the road. Case had stopped by on his way in, noting the fresh batch of wildflowers on his grave. Sarah, no doubt, had laid down those flowers. When the front screen slapped open, Case snapped his head up. Sarah stood on the front porch, just outside the door and her expression, that momentary sign of hope, slammed into his gut. Disappointment registered quickly on her face when she recognized him. Being an identical twin brother had had its share of benefits at an earlier age, especially where Sarah was concerned, but now, his very appear­ance was a constant reminder to her of the husband that she'd lost. She did a fine job of covering up, but Case knew beyond a doubt that for one instant before reason and reality set in, Sarah thought she was seeing the man she had married.

  Take care of Sarah for me, Case, and the baby, too. Reid's dying words echoed in his head. He'd made the promise while Reid was drawing his last breath. But Case hadn't stayed on too long after the funeral. He'd headed back to the rodeo straight away.

  Sarah was in good hands, he'd told himself. Her sister Delaney and her two young daughters had come to spend time on the ranch, keeping Sarah company, helping her cope with her loss and the pregnancy. Case knew she'd been taken care of then, but s
ummer was over now and Delaney was gone. She'd taken her children back to Cal­ifornia when the new school session began.

  A hefty dose of conscience had struck Case while pull­ing back a pint of Jack Daniels and he'd called Sarah from Denver one night. She'd been crying, but darn her stubborn pride, tried her best to disguise it. Sarah John­ston Jarrett couldn't lie worth a damn.

  Case knew then, he had to come home. For Sarah and for Reid. The irony was, that for all his good intentions, he now had to come face-to-face with the woman he'd been avoiding for the past six years. The woman he'd secretly wanted. The only woman in the entire state of Arizona who could make him break out in a sweat with one pretty smile.

  Case had his share of beautiful women, but no one compared to Sarah, in his mind. He'd envied his brother but never once begrudged Reid his happiness. Reid de­served every single ounce of joy he could attain. He'd been a good man, solid, dependable, a man Case had been proud to call brother.

  If only Case had stayed on at the ranch.

  But Case couldn't live under the same roof with Sarah. He couldn't afford for anyone to find out, that Case Jar­rett, ladies' man and all-around bad boy, had fallen hard for his brother's girl. The day they married, Case took off, leaving the ranch, claiming a need to sow his oats and ride rodeo.

  "Hello, Case," Sarah said, from just outside the front door. She moved to the porch post and leaned against it. She was heavy with child now and her movements seemed labored. There would be no grand greeting for him, no happy welcome home. He couldn't say he de­served it, either, but often he wished just once, Sarah's eyes would light for him, the way they'd always done for Reid.

  "Sarah," Case said, nodding and removing his hat.

  They stared awkwardly at each other for a moment. Then Case lifted his boot heels and headed her way. Red dust swirled under him as he ate up the yard with long measured strides until he faced Sarah. Her sweet flowery scent knocked his senses for a loop. How the woman always managed to smell so damn good, Case couldn't figure.

  "What are you doing here?" she asked cautiously, checking him over from head to toe. "Did you get in­jured again?"

  Case had come home from the rodeo circuit once when he'd busted his ribs from a fall off a feisty bronc named Dynamite Dan. That and for a few days during each Christmas were the only times Case had ever returned to the ranch.

  He shook his head and lifted his arms out wide. "Nope. All in one piece this time." She didn't appear relieved. Instead her expression bordered on wary and he knew what question was on her mind—why had he come home? She wouldn't like his answer. She wouldn't take kindly to his return. And for Case, it wouldn't be easy living under the same roof with Sarah, wanting her the way he did, but an equal measure of guilt and honor had brought him home, for good. "Hey, how many babies you have in there?" he asked, glancing at her belly. "Last time I saw you, you could fit inside the barn door."

  That comment brought a soft chuckle to her lips. Sarah was beautiful when she smiled. He'd have to get used to seeing those smiles on a daily basis and not react to them. He couldn't let Sarah know what one of her pretty little smiles did to him. "Only one, but he seems to be growing faster than Bobbi Sue's baby heifer." She placed her hand over her abdomen.

  Case took in her appearance. Her eyes looked weary, the soft blue ovals were rimmed with red. Subtle contours of her lovely face appeared drawn and tight. And al­though her golden hair shone like sunshine, Sarah looked exhausted. "You feeling okay, Sarah?"

  "I'm fine."

  "You're working too hard," he said, moving a little closer, getting a better look.

  Her smile faded some and she took a step back. That was Sarah, always backing off from him, always wary. "I need to keep busy, Case, and there's lots of work to do."

  Sarah had been working too hard. Well, that was about to change. Case let his brother down once and that mis­take might have cost Reid his life. Case wasn't about to neglect his brother's widow or his unborn child. Not again. He wasn't going to let Sarah work herself into the ground, either. He knew she had a stubborn streak. She was one determined lady who didn't back down from trouble.

  And there had been trouble. But it hadn't been Sarah who had confided in him. No, he had to find out from Benny Vasquez, the neighbor on their south border, that Sarah had been threatened by pushy land developers to sell out. The woman probably thought she could handle the situation on her own. He hadn't given Sarah much reason to trust him, but damn it, he sure would've liked it better if she'd been the one to confide in him about what was going on.

  Whether Sarah wanted him to stay on or not, he'd see to the trouble. Case would bet his championship belt buckle, Sarah wasn't going to be happy about it. Not one bit.

  He rubbed the side of his neck and glanced her way. "Let me get the trailer unhitched and my bags unpacked and we'll talk."

  Her light blond brows arched up. "Your bags?" There was a look of panic on her face with that dawn­ing knowledge. Couldn't be helped. Case's mind was made up. He and Sarah were going to live together at the Triple R, and both were going to have to deal with the consequences. "That's right. I'm moving back home, Sarah. To stay."

  Sarah fidgeted nervously in the kitchen, strumming her fingers against the oak table and tapping her toe against the floor. She heard Case upstairs; slamming shut draw­ers, opening the sliding closet doors, whistling out a tune as he made himself at home.

  She reminded herself, this was his home, too. He owned half of the Triple R, not that he seemed to care much about it lately. It appeared that the minute she and Reid married, Case was out the door, leaving his family home and his legacy behind. Reid had never complained, he just picked up the slack, but Sarah had often wondered why Case had left so abruptly. She couldn't help but feel she'd intruded on his life, barging into his home and tak­ing over.

  He said he was home...to stay. Dread crept up her spine. Case was a virtual stranger to her now. She'd hardly spoken to him in six years. She didn't know him anymore. How could she manage to live with Case, in this house, after all that had happened between them in the past? Sarah's stomach churned, a queasy feeling rem­iniscent of her early pregnancy. Only this time, it wasn't the baby causing commotion to her insides, but instead, the baby's uncle.

  He was Reid's brother and he did own half of the Triple R, but Sarah hadn't given much thought as to what she'd do when Case decided to claim his half of the ranch. She certainly hadn't expected him to come home now. She knew he was riding high on the rodeo circuit, having won several bronc-riding championships. He'd been sending money, and that amount had doubled lately from his recent successes, to help with ranch expenses and Reid's hospital bills. The ranch was heavily mort­gaged to pay those debts and Sarah honestly didn't know how she'd manage to pay off the loans. But one thing was certain, she wasn't going to give up on the Triple R.

  With Case it was different. He'd seemed to lose inter­est with the ranch and as soon as he was old enough, he'd taken off. His sudden unexpected reappearance had really rattled her.

  By law and by rights, her share of the ranch would belong to her child one day. Moving off this land had never been an option. She loved the ranch too much to think of leaving. The Triple R was home. But she never thought she'd live here without Reid. She'd never fath­omed a freakish accident would claim her husband's life.

  The raging dust storm that had spooked the animals and caused the barn collapse had nearly taken Reid, as well. A wooden beam from the rickety barn loft had struck him down as he tried saving the animals. He'd lingered for days, fighting off the crushing pain to his chest and Sarah had been by his side, holding on, listen­ing as Reid uttered words of assurance. There had been silent understanding in his words, and Sarah's heart bled each time Reid would make plans for her future without him. In the quiet moments right before Reid's death, he'd said point-blank, the Triple R would be her home forever. Sarah had prayed for the best, but feared the worst. And then the worst did happen.. .his heart gave way. Reid died
five days after the accident.

  And now Sarah would be living with Case.

  She heard footsteps descending on the stairway and stood up abruptly to pour the coffee she'd brewed. But the fast move made her light-headed and she swayed, grabbing for the kitchen chair.

  "Sarah?" Case was beside her instantly, steadying her shoulders with strong hands.

  The room spun, and Sarah took a deep breath. A mo­ment later, her head cleared. She looked into a set of deep brown, concerned eyes. And her skin burned from the heat of Case's solid hold on her, his fingers gently dig­ging in, reminding her what it felt like to be in a man's arms. Reminding her, what it had been like being in his arms. But Sarah didn't want to dwell on the past. She had enough to deal with, right now, in the present. "I'm okay. The doctor says not to get up too fast. My blood pressure's a bit low and quick moves tend to make me dizzy."

  Case helped ease her down into a chair. ' 'Sit down and take it easy."

  "You don't know what you're in for, living with a pregnant woman." She couldn't believe what she'd be in for, living with Case, either. They both had some ad­justing to do.

  Case's eyes never left her face. He sat down across from her. "I've got a feeling I'm going to learn about it right quick. So, you don't mind me coming back?''

  "What about the rodeo?" she asked abruptly. Of course, she minded, but she had no right tossing him out. He owned an equal share of the ranch.

  He studied her face for a moment. "I'm entered in a handful more events so I'll go back from time to time, but this is my last year. I'm through. What do you say, Sarah? Can you abide me coming back to the ranch?"

  She shrugged. What could she say? She couldn't very well kick him out. He'd left the ranch at a bad time. Money had been tight, beef prices down and they couldn't afford to hire on any more help. Reid had done the work of two men to make ends meet back then, but now, it was Case's turn to work the land, she supposed. "It's your home, Case. Reid would want it this way."