What She'd Do for Love [NOOK Book]

Overview


They have a chance to build something special… 

Christa Montgomery has faced many changes recently, but she draws the line at an overhaul of her hometown, Cedar Grove, Texas. When the community's livelihood is threatened by a new highway, she's determined to stop the project and its chief engineer, Ryder Oakes. 

Ryder almost swept Christa off her feet before she recognized who he was, and now she must struggle to resist his warmth ...

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What She'd Do for Love

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Overview


They have a chance to build something special… 

Christa Montgomery has faced many changes recently, but she draws the line at an overhaul of her hometown, Cedar Grove, Texas. When the community's livelihood is threatened by a new highway, she's determined to stop the project and its chief engineer, Ryder Oakes. 

Ryder almost swept Christa off her feet before she recognized who he was, and now she must struggle to resist his warmth and compassion. Torn between two loyalties, she can't support the new highway, even if his career is at stake. As his project runs into trouble, though, she's determined to come up with a way to have her town…and Ryder, too.


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460334010
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 6/1/2014
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 454,540
  • File size: 452 KB

Meet the Author


Cindy Myers became one of the most popular people in eighth grade when she and her best friend wrote a torrid historical romance and passed the manuscript around among friends. Fame was short-lived, alas; the English teacher confiscated the manuscript. Since then, Cindy has written more than 50 published novels. Her historical and contemporary romances and women’s fiction have garnered praise from reviewers and readers alike. 


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The closer she drove to her hometown of Cedar Grove, Texas, the more anxious Christa Montgomery was to be home. She'd fought the idea of moving back to the family ranch, even temporarily, but losing a job she'd loved hadn't left her with many options. With only a few more miles to go, she had a hard time keeping to the speed limit. All she wanted was a hug from her father, homemade cookies from her mother, and the comfort of her parents' love and faith in her. With all the upheaval in her life of late, she needed the stability of home. Surrounded by their love and a familiar landscape, she'd regroup and find her feet again.

Her heartbeat sped up as she approached the sign for Cedar Grove town limits. She gripped the steering wheel more tightly and leaned forward, anxious for the first glimpse of the place where she'd grown up. The demands of working at one of the top marketing firms in Houston had kept her away except for brief holiday visits, which she mostly spent at the family ranch.

Elation turned to dismay, however, as she guided her car down the town's main street. What had once been a lively hub of activity was now almost deserted. She counted three For Sale signs in the first block. The grocery store was empty, as was the office supply store, Mavis Butler's dress shop, and the bookstore.

She knew, of course, that the economic recession and continued drought had hit the area hard, but she'd never expected this. The town where she'd gone to school, sat through movies with her friends and whiled away hours at the diner was practically a ghost town. The businesses that were left looked forlorn, windows dusty, the signs faded.

She drove on, out of town and onto the farm-to-market road that led to her family's ranch, the Rocking M. She relaxed when she spotted the white fencing that marked the beginning of her father's property, the paint fresh and crisp. A row of survey stakes topped with orange plastic streamers that snapped in the warm spring wind traced a line just inside the fence. Was her father planning to move the fence line?

A few minutes later she turned the car into the gravel drive beneath the welded iron archway with the Rocking M brand at its center. In the pasture beside the drive a few Black Angus cattle crowded around a metal stock tank beneath the gently turning blades of the windmill that pumped water to keep the tank filled. She looked for, but didn't see Duncan and Rodrigo, the two cowboys who helped her father.

When she reached the house, she parked the car in the shade of the tall oak that had once held her tire swing. She sat for a moment and studied the house, with its low, sprawling profile and front and side porches. Compared to the trendy, modern townhomes and mansions of the city suburbs, the house was sadly out of date, and much smaller than she remembered from her childhood. But none of that mattered. This was still her favorite place in the world. No matter how far away her life took her, no matter how many changes she experienced, she'd always feel grounded here, in this place that always remained the same.

She waited, but the front door didn't spring open, and her parents didn't rush to greet her. She didn't even hear the dog barking. Maybe she should have called ahead, but she'd wanted to surprise them—and to avoid all the uncomfortable explanations about why she was here. Those would come later, when she was with them and talking came easier.

Her father's truck sat beneath a cotton-wood her grandfather had planted, her mother's SUV nosed in beside it. Maybe Mom and Dad were riding on another part of the ranch. They'd return soon and Christa would be there—unexpectedly—to greet them. She collected her suitcase from the trunk of her sedan, leaving the boxes of books and other items for later. At the front door she hesitated, wondering if she should knock, then decided that was silly and let herself in. "Dad! Mom! It's me, Christa!"

The frantic scramble of toenails on the hardwood floor signaled the arrival of Jet, her parents' elderly Jack Russell terrier. Though he was growing deaf and slowing down, he still greeted her enthusiastically, jumping up and down on stiff legs and letting out excited yips. She rubbed his ears and patted his back. "Oh, Jet, it's good to see you, too."

"Christa? Is that you?" Her father, his voice hoarse from years of shouting at cows and cowboys over the howl of wind or the drone of machinery, emerged from the back of the house. Dressed in faded jeans and a gray snap-button shirt with a patch on one elbow, he looked more like a down-on-his-heels ranch hand than a prosperous ranch owner. His hair, which had more silver in it than she remembered, curled up at his frayed shirt collar, and needed combing. She stared. Had she woke him from a nap? In the middle of the day?

Her father's gaze dropped to the suitcase in her hand, then back to her face. "What are you doing here, honey?" he asked.

Not the enthusiastic welcome she'd expected. Her stomach tightened. Yes, she should have called ahead. She should have thought this out more. But she'd given up her apartment in Houston and put her furniture in storage. Only the thought of coming home, of being taken care of for a little while so she could regain her strength, had kept her from falling apart. "I've come home, Dad," she said. "Just for a little while."

His eyes narrowed and his expression hardened. "Who have you been talking to?"

"No one." She felt like a kid again, caught joy-riding on the tractor, or staying out past curfew. She half-way expected her dad to tell her how disappointed he was in her and to sentence her to mucking out horse stalls every Saturday for the next month. "I lost my job. Pemberton Professionals laid off one-quarter of their employees and I was one of them. I thought… I thought I could stay here a while, until I decided what to do next."

"Aw, honey." Dad rubbed his jaw, his hand scraping against a day's growth of beard. "You know your mom and I are always glad to see you."

Except he didn't sound very glad. "Where is Mom?" Christa asked. Suddenly, she wanted nothing in the world as much as a hug from her mother.

"She's resting. You can see her later."

"Bud?" Her mother's voice, sounding old and tired, interrupted them. "Who's there?"

Not waiting for her dad to intervene, Christa abandoned the suitcase and, with Jet on her heels, headed down the hallway that led to her old room on one side, with her parents' room at the end. The flowered carpet runner that stretched down the hall muffled her footsteps. When she reached the partially open door to her parents' room, she forced a cheerful smile to her face and took a deep breath. Her mother would be glad to see her, and Mom would have some reasonable explanation for Dad's behavior. Then again, what was Mom doing in bed in the middle of the day? Maybe they had been up all night with a sick calf, or any of the other chores that could distract a rancher.

Her mother sat propped in bed, looking a little pale, but otherwise okay. Jet hopped onto the bed and curled up beside his mistress. "Mom, is something wrong?" Christa asked.

"I'm just resting my eyes." Mom sat up straighter against the piled pillows and fixed Christa with the same look with which she'd questioned bad grades or poor choices in boyfriends. "What are you doing here in the middle of a work week?"

Christa sat on the edge of the bed. Though she'd rehearsed this conversation over and over on the drive up from Houston, and in the days before that, now that the moment was here her carefully prepared words deserted her. "I got laid off and between my student loan payments and my car payments things are really tight right now. I was hoping I could stay here a few months—just until I can get my life back together."

Mom's gaze darted to Dad, who had followed Christa into the room and stood in the doorway, his still-broad shoulders filling the frame. "Of course you can stay," Mom said. "Your old room is just like you left it."

"Are you sure everything is okay?" Christa asked. "You and Dad don't seem very happy to see me."

"You just caught us by surprise," Mom said. "Of course we're very happy to have you home."

"Are you sure? I feel like I caught you at a bad time. Why are you in bed? Are you sick or something?"

"She'll be fine. She got too tired yesterday, helping me move cattle. That's all." Her father's tone was brusque, but the tenderness in his expression when he looked at his wife made Christa's eyes sting. Something was going on here—some silent message passing between husband and wife in a code she couldn't break.

"Then I'd better let you rest." She stood and moved toward the door. Jet looked up and thumped his tail, as if to say "Don't worry, I'll look after her," then laid his head back on his paws and closed his eyes. Father and daughter tiptoed from the room, and he shut the door softly behind them.

But Christa couldn't as easily shut the door on her worries. Her mother was one of the most vibrant, active women she knew. Adele Montgomery had spent a lifetime riding horses, hauling hay, cooking for cowboys, and managing the Rocking M alongside her husband. To see her in bed in the middle of the day had been more unsettling than Christa could have imagined. "Are you sure she's okay?" she asked.

"That's enough now, Christa. She'll be fine." Dad sank into the leather recliner that over the years had formed itself to the shape of his body. Christa sat on the sofa across from him. "Tell me the truth about what's going on with you," Dad said. "Are you broke? Do you need money?"

"I still have a little left in savings. Staying here will allow me to stretch that out."

"So Pemberton just let you go?"

"They let a lot of people go." She struggled not to squirm under her father's hard gaze. "I didn't have a lot of seniority, so I got the ax." Even though she knew losing her job wasn't her fault, the loss hurt.

He nodded. "Times are hard all over. They say the economy's picking up, but I think it's like one of those big cruise ships—takes a while to turn it around. You'll find another job."

Absolutely she would—as soon as she worked up enough nerve to send out some applications. The layoff had been such a paralyzing blow all she could think to do was to come home. Here, she was sure she'd find the strength to recover and get on with her life. She just hadn't expected things to feel so different in a place that had always been familiar. "Speaking of the economy, what's going on in town?" she asked. "I was shocked when I drove through—so many closed businesses."

"People would rather shop in the city these days," Dad said. "Between the drought and folks having a tough time financially, it's been a real challenge for some to hang on."

"Maybe some new businesses will come in," she said.

He shook his head. "I doubt it. The state's going to build a new highway that bypasses Cedar Grove and offers a more direct route into Dallas."

Why hadn't Dad mentioned this in one of her weekly calls home? "When did this happen?" she asked.

"Oh, they decided it months ago," he said.

"You never said anything."

"I didn't think it would interest you. After all, you don't live here anymore."

"But this will always be my home. Of course it matters to me. How can they just decide to divert traffic that way? They must know how much it will hurt the town."

He shrugged. "It's the state. They can do what they want."

"Without even asking the people what they want? Didn't anyone in town object—protest?'"

"Oh, a few people wrote letters to the editor and to their congressmen. But it didn't make any difference in the end. Now we've accepted it and are focused on getting on with things the best we can."

"But you can't…let the town die." She felt like crying all over again. Cedar Grove was home as much as the ranch was. She'd bought her first prom dress at Mavis Butler's dress shop, with money she'd made working part time at the grocery store. Her first date with Jordan Ledbetter had been to the movies at the Bijou Theatre, and her high school band had marched down Main Street every Fourth of July in the parade.

"The town won't die," Dad said. "It will simply change. Everything changes."

"But not every change is good." Her home wasn't supposed to change that drastically—home was supposed to be the one constant in her life that she could count on. "Someone should do something to stop this."

"I don't know what to tell you," he said. "But I have more important things to worry about than a highway project."

She waited for him to elaborate on what those things might be, but he'd fallen silent, staring off into the middle distance. She wondered if he even remembered she was here. With his graying hair and hunched back, he looked so much older than she remembered—her father wasn't supposed to get old. He was always supposed to be the tough cowboy, sitting tall in the saddle, master of his domain. The man who could fix anything and solve any problem for his little girl.

But she wasn't little anymore, and even though she'd run back home, she couldn't expect her parents to solve all her problems. "Thanks for letting me stay for a while," she said. "I promise I'll do my share around here, and I'll leave before I wear out my welcome."

She expected him to say she was always welcome here, but that part of the familiar script had changed, too. He hefted himself out of the recliner. "Come on. Let's get the rest of your things out of your car and get you settled. You'll need to put sheets on the bed."

"Don't worry about it, Dad. I'm here to help, not to make more work."

He surprised her then, by slipping his arm around her and pulling her close in a hug so hard she feared her ribs might crack. "It's good to see you, Pumpkin," he said. "You caught us by surprise, but now that you're here, we're glad."
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