Lonetree Ranchers: Colt (Silhouette Desire #1551)

Lonetree Ranchers: Colt (Silhouette Desire #1551)

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by Kathie DeNosky

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The Honorable Cowboy: Colt Wakefield

His Profile: Intrepid, impassioned and irresistible

His Soft Spot: His newly discovered daughter

All it took was one glance at the toddler in Kaylee Simpson's arms for Colt to know the two-year-old was his. Duty demanded that he do right by mother and child so he swept them off to his ranch to set up

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The Honorable Cowboy: Colt Wakefield

His Profile: Intrepid, impassioned and irresistible

His Soft Spot: His newly discovered daughter

All it took was one glance at the toddler in Kaylee Simpson's arms for Colt to know the two-year-old was his. Duty demanded that he do right by mother and child so he swept them off to his ranch to set up house. Trouble was, spending day and night in such close proximity with beautiful Kaylee made the rodeo heartthrob realize that she still stoked his passion and commandeered his dreams. Although Kaylee resisted her attraction to him with all her might, he knew he'd do almost anything to win her trust and claim her as his own, once and for all!

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USA Today Bestselling Author, Kathie DeNosky, writes highly emotional stories laced with a good dose of humor.  Kathie lives in her native southern Illinois and loves writing at night while listening to country music on her favorite radio station. 

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Lonetree Ranchers: Colt

By Kathie DeNosky

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-76551-7

Chapter One

As Kaylee Simpson arranged rolls of gauze and tape on a cart in the training room, the sudden hushed silence of the Ford Center crowd sent a numbing fear straight through her. There was only one reason an arena full of Professional Bull Riders fans became that quiet - one of the riders was down and not moving.

Closing her eyes, she held her breath and tried not to think as she waited for the applause that would signal the rider was being helped to his feet. But with each passing minute the likelihood of that happening dwindled considerably. When she heard several sets of boots hurrying down the corridor toward the training room, she knew they were bringing the rider in on a stretcher.

Dear God, please don't let it be anyone I know, she prayed.

"Get his vitals," Dr. Carson ordered as he entered the room followed by several other men carrying a stretcher. They hoisted it onto the examining table.

Grabbing the needed equipment, Kaylee's hands shook as she stepped up beside the unconscious cowboy. But the moment she gazed down at the handsome face of the fallen bull rider, her heart slammed against her ribs and she felt the blood drain from her cheeks.

"Colt," she whispered out loud.

The blood pressure cuff fell from her trembling hands to the floor. She barely noticed.

"You know this guy?" one of the paramedics asked, picking up the cuff on his way back to the arena.

Apparently he had no idea who the bull riders were. But Kaylee knew.

Unable to get words past the huge lump clogging her throat, she took the cuff from him, closed her eyes and nodded. She'd grown up around most of the cowboys on the PBR circuit, and until three years ago, most of them had been like brothers to her.

But the one lying on the table in front of her had always been different. She'd known Colt Wakefield from the time he was sixteen years old and she was ten. He'd been her brother's best friend, the love of her young life and the man who had broken her heart.

"Kaylee, if you're not going to take his blood pressure, step aside and let one of the others do it," Dr. Carson said impatiently as he ran clinical hands over Colt's scalp.

The doctor's sharp tone snapped her out of her shocked state and she moved to follow his directive. Placing the cuff on Colt's arm, she pumped it full of air, then listened with the stethoscope. "His blood pressure is one ten over seventy."

"Good. Help me get his riding gear off and his shirt open so we can see what we have here," Dr. Carson instructed.

Kaylee took a deep breath and unzipped the front of the protective black leather vest with trembling fingers, then released the heavy-duty Velcro closure at Colt's right shoulder while Dr. Carson unfastened the left side. Forcing herself to continue, she pushed the heavy leather out of the way and unsnapped his chambray shirt for the doctor to take a closer look.

But when she parted the garment, the sight of Colt's well-developed chest and rippling stomach muscles sent a shiver straight to her core and brought back memories that she'd worked for three long years to forget. Without thinking, she touched his smooth, warm skin with her fingertips. The last time she'd seen him without a shirt - the last time she'd seen him, period - had been the night after her brother's funeral. Devastated by Mitch's death, they'd turned to each other for comfort and support, and ended up ...


The sound of Colt's voice caused her to recoil. He'd regained consciousness without her realizing it.

Glancing down into his incredibly blue eyes, she felt as if she might not be able to draw her next breath. "Hi, Colt."

When she'd met him fourteen years ago, she'd decided he was the cutest boy she'd ever seen. But his good looks back then had only been a hint of the devilishly handsome man he would become. With raven hair and brilliant blue eyes, he'd always taken her breath away. Unfortunately, it appeared time hadn't lessened his effect on her.

Deciding to revert to the teasing relationship they'd shared before the events that changed her life forever, she added, "I see you're still doing your famous header dismount."

His lean cheeks flushed a dull red. "And I see you're still the same smart-mouthed little brat you've always been," he said, the mischievous light dancing in his eyes taking the sting from his words.

"That's where you're wrong, cowboy," she said, smiling sadly. Unable to stop herself, she added, "If you'll remember, I had to grow up pretty fast about three years ago."

Colt felt as if he'd been punched in the gut by Kaylee's cryptic comment. He wasn't sure if she was referring to Mitch's death or how he'd walked away without looking back the morning after the most incredible night of his life. Either way, the guilt that had plagued him for the past three years welled up inside until he felt as if it might choke the life out of him.

"How have you been, Kaylee?" he asked, unsure of what else to say. He watched her tuck a strand of silky auburn hair behind her ear as if trying to figure out how best to answer his question.

"I've survived. I finally finished my degree last year."


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