Lauren Van Meveren's life was all mapped out. It didn't include being a temporary nanny to Seth Anderssen's seven-year-old daughter. Even if the widowed rancher was the most heart-meltingly sexy man she'd ever met, filling her head with fantasies of forever at his Sweet River ranch. But when he asked, how could she say no?
All Seth needed was someone to care for his injured little girl. Someone warm and giving. Like Lauren. But how could he ignore the attraction sizzling between them? The beautiful academic was starting to make him believe in second chances. Could he give Lauren the most wonderful Christmas gift of all—love?
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Since selling her first story to Harlequin Books in 1999, Cindy has been forced to juggle her love of reading with her passion for creating stories of her own. But it's worth it. Writing for Harlequin Special Edition is a dream come true.
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"Are you asking me to move in with you?" Lauren Van Meveren placed the cup on her kitchen counter and stared at the handsome rancher.
Seth Anderssen, known in Sweet River, Montana, for his quick wit, didn't miss a beat. "I guess I am. 'Cept we'll have separate rooms and you'll be there to tend to my daughter's needs, not mine."
Only when he chuckled did Lauren realize how her question actually sounded. She swallowed a groan. For an intelligent woman on the verge of earning her PhD in psychology, sometimes she could be amazingly inept.
"I knew that." She met his gaze and shrugged, the cool response at odds with her rapidly beating heart. "We don't have that kind of relationship. We've never even kissed."
"That could easily be remedied." His eyes took on an impish gleam and she caught a glimpse of the boy who'd once dropped a frog down the front of his sister's dress.
"True." Lauren kept her tone deliberately light. "Pressing lips together isn't that difficult."
"Is that all you think kissing is?"
Lauren thought of the few men she'd kissed. Ones with brilliant minds who appealed to her intellectual side. Ones with a sexual magnetism who appealed to her physical side. "It can be, more or less, depending on the man."
Though she had the feeling with Seth it would be more. Since she'd moved to Sweet River five months ago, the way Lauren viewed him had changed dramatically. He was no longer simply the trustworthy older brother of her good friend Anna, the guy she'd met her freshman year in college when he'd driven to Denver to move his sister into the dorm.
At thirty-two, the widower and doting father of one was a well-respected rancher and head of the local cattlemen's association. He was a man who—despite his own obligations—had gone out of his way to help her find subjects for her dissertation research. And with his dark blond hair, scintillating blue eyes and superbuff body, he was, hands down, the hottest guy in Yellowstone County.
However, unlike other single women in Sweet River, Lauren didn't have happily-ever-after designs on him. Seth's roots in this ranching community ran deep. And no matter how much she'd enjoyed her stay, it didn't take an IQ of one hundred and sixty to know she'd never be able to realize her dreams here.
"Forget about kissing for a minute," Seth said. "Will you do it, Lauren?"
Do it? Her eyes widened in surprise before she shook herself and jolted herself back to reality. "Hmm?"
"Will you move in and help me take care of Dani?" His tone was low, persuasive and sexy as hell.
The air between them thickened. Beams of light spilled through the lace curtains, turning Seth's hair to spun gold. The dark blue depths of his eyes beckoned, tempting Lauren to step off the firm shore of complete control to a place where she could be over her head in seconds. His cologne teased her nostrils, the woodsy scent making her feel warm and tingly inside.
Lauren wanted nothing more than to say yes. But she'd never acted impulsively and she wasn't about to start now.
"I understand the predicament you're in, what with your housekeeper being too old to care for an injured child and all." Lauren instinctively slipped into the calm rational tone she used when counseling patients. "However, taking care of a seven-year-old for three weeks is a huge responsibility."
Disappointment skittered across Seth's face and Lauren stifled a groan. Instead of reassuring him, her words had caused him to jump to the wrong conclusion. "I'm not saying that I won't—"
"You don't have to beat around the bush. If you don't want to help us, just say so." He rocked back on his heels and blew out a harsh breath. "I know she can be a handful, even when she's well, but with a broken leg and arm—"
"This isn't about Dani." For a woman who prided herself on her communication skills, she was doing an abysmal job with this conversation.
"I don't understand." Seth's intense blue eyes pinned her. "Is it me? Have I offended you in some way?"
"Not at all."
The lines furrowing his brow eased and a look of relief crossed his face. "Then what's the problem?"
"I want to be certain my work won't interfere with my being able to care for Dani." Not only did Lauren need to finalize her dissertation research, her counseling practice had grown consistently since she'd begun seeing clients several months earlier. She had to figure out how she'd be able to fit those sessions into her schedule and meet Dani's needs, too. "Could I give you my answer in a few days, say right after Christmas?"
Anna had told her Seth had already made arrangements for one of the ranch hands to do his chores until January 1, so he could care for his daughter over the holidays. With Christmas being the day after tomorrow, if she said no, that would give him a week to find someone else. But Lauren hoped she'd be able to help him out. Dani was a precious little girl and Seth was a decent, hardworking man in a tough spot.
"After the holiday will work," Seth said, surprisingly agreeable.
"I'm really not trying to put you off," Lauren said.
"I know you're not. You have valid concerns. My daughter isn't going to be an easy one to watch." Seth's lips quirked upward. "She's going to find those activity limitations hard to bear."
"Keeping her occupied and stimulated will be a challenge." Still, Lauren appreciated the child's headstrong nature. In many ways Dani reminded Lauren of herself at that age. Perhaps that's why she felt a special affinity for the little girl. She remembered the shock she'd felt when Anna had called and told her about the accident.
"Dani was incredibly lucky," Lauren continued. "To end up with just a couple broken bones is nothing short of a miracle."
"I don't know what I'd have done if I'd lost her." Seth's voice thickened and his fingers tightened on the brim of the cowboy hat he clutched in one hand. "I should have made sure John Redmond knew I didn't want her on an ATV."
Seth didn't need to elaborate. Everyone in town had heard the story. How Dani was playing at her friend Emily's house. How Emily's brother, Kyle, had decided to give the girls rides on his ATV. How none of the three had been wearing helmets.
Though hitting a rock in a pasture could happen to anyone, it was rumored Kyle had been going too fast. While the boy had been uninjured when the ATV had flipped, Dani had been thrown a full fifty feet. When the volunteer rescue squad had arrived, she'd been unconscious. The paramedics feared she'd injured her spine. Thankfully she'd only sustained a broken arm and leg and a mild concussion.
"Kids play. They get hurt." Lauren's childhood hadn't been that way, but from the stories her friends told, it was amazing some of them had lived to adulthood. "The accident wasn't your fault."
"It was my fault." Seth's eyes flashed. "I'm her father. I promised Jan I'd keep our daughter safe."
Lauren tried to hide her surprise. Seth rarely talked about the hometown girl he'd married in college who'd died from cancer three years ago.
"I understand you feel guilty," Lauren said in a soothing tone. "But some things are out of your control."
He lifted his chin in a stubborn tilt. "If I'd made it clear Dani wasn't to ride the three-wheeler, she'd never have gotten hurt."
It was becoming increasingly apparent to Lauren that nothing would be gained from pursuing this topic further. Seth was responding from emotion instead of logic. She heard the guilt in his voice and saw the pain in his eyes. Though she doubted he'd ever admit it, the rugged Montana cowboy looked like a man in desperate need of a hug.
Impulsively Lauren stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, just as she always did with her friends Anna and Stacie when they needed comforting. Surprisingly, he let her pull him close. "You're a good dad, Seth," she whispered against the smooth fabric of the coat he hadn't bothered to take off. "Don't let anyone tell you differently."
For a brief moment in time, they stood wrapped in each other's arms. Having this handsome cowboy in her arms was very different than hugging a girlfriend. They fit together perfectly, just like in her dreams. As she breathed in the clean, fresh scent of him, she experienced an overwhelming urge to nuzzle his neck. But Lauren kept her lips to herself. Something told her this wasn't a man who'd be satisfied with a brief fling.
Stepping back, Lauren let her hands drop to her sides. "Can I get you a cup of coffee? I just brewed a pot. I've also got sour-cream cake doughnuts Stacie brought by last night. She's trying some new recipes and wanted me to check them out. I also have a couple of blueberry ones and some—"
She stopped midsentence and clamped her mouth shut. She was babbling—an unattractive quality under any circumstances.
"I'm not hungry but coffee sounds good." Seth's smile was easy, but there was awareness in his eyes that hadn't been there before the embrace.
"Cream and sugar?"
"Black works for me."
Lauren grabbed a mug from the cupboard. She was pleased, but perplexed. When Seth first arrived, he'd mentioned that Connie Swenson, his foreman's wife, was watching Dani this afternoon so he could run errands. Lauren had thought he'd be eager to get home. After all, he'd barely left Dani's side since the accident. Yet now he shrugged out of his heavy coat and draped it over one of the kitchen chairs as if he had all day.
Lauren couldn't pull her gaze from him. The colors in his flannel shirt made his eyes look like sapphires. For a second she thought about telling him so. She smiled, imagining his reaction.
"What?" Seth settled into the closest chair and placed his work-hardened hands on the table.
"I like that shirt," Lauren said. "It's a good color for you."
"Thanks." He glanced down as if he'd forgotten what he wore. "Anna gave it to me for my birthday."
"Figures. Your sister has excellent taste." Lauren poured coffee into a mug, placed it before him then took a seat across the table. "I can't believe she and Stacie are both married."
Stacie had wed rancher Josh Collins in October, and Anna had married Mitch Donavan, a boyfriend from her high school days, just last week, only two days before Dani's accident.
"Leaving you to fend for yourself." Seth glanced around the spacious kitchen, which still retained much of its turn-of-the-century charm. "Do you ever get lonely?"
The old Victorian where Lauren resided had originally belonged to Seth and Anna's grandmother. His sister had inherited it when Grandma Borghild had passed on several years earlier. Now Anna lived with Mitch in the log home he'd built at the foothills of the Crazy Mountains, and Lauren had this big house all to herself. Once she moved out, Anna planned to put the home on the market.
"Not really. I've never minded being by myself." Lauren added a lump of sugar to her coffee and slowly stirred. "I'm an only child. When I was growing up my parents were always busy. I'm good at keeping myself occupied."
His blue eyes filled with understanding as his hands wrapped around the warm mug. "Dani is like that, too. She can play by herself for hours. Which is a good and a bad thing."
Lauren raised a brow.
"I worry about her being alone so much," he explained. "That's why I make sure to spend quality time with her every evening. And to invite friends over to play so she can learn to share and have an opportunity to socialize. I'm sure your parents did the same for you."
Lauren wondered what he'd say if she told him she seriously doubted they'd ever given her needs that much thought. She'd been an unplanned late-in-life baby. Both had been determined not to let her arrival impact their careers.
"They did their best." Lauren kept her answer simple. When it came to discussing her parents, the less said the better. She decided to change the subject. "I can't believe Christmas is this weekend."
"I know." Seth took a sip of coffee. "Are you going home for the holidays?"
"My parents like to spend Christmas in Paris." Lauren found herself strangely embarrassed by the admission. "Going to France has become a holiday tradition for them. Since they live on separate coasts it's a good way for them to reconnect."
Seth's brows pulled together. "They don't live together?"
"They do," Lauren said. "About ten percent of the time."
Confusion blanketed Seth's face. "Are they separated?"
"Only by distance. My father teaches at Stanford." Lauren kept her tone light. "My mother is at Cornell."
Seth's eyes widened but he immediately brought his expression under control. "Yet they're married."
"Thirty-five years next month." Lauren added another lump of sugar to her coffee. "They have a modern 'commuter marriage.'"
It wasn't the kind of union most would choose, but it worked for them. She took a sip of coffee and grimaced at the sweetness.
"Hmm." Seth hesitated, obviously subscribing to the tenet if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. "It must be hard, having them both far away."
"I'm used to it." After all, even when she was with them, she felt in the way. "What's difficult is being without Stacie and Anna."
Unexpected tears stung the backs of Lauren's lids. Though Christmas was only a few days away, she'd avoided thinking about the new reality as much as possible. It was too easy to get into "pity party" mode and that wasn't fair to anyone. She was happy for both her friends. Happy they'd found someone they loved. Happy they'd found their bliss in Montana… but not happy to be the odd one out.
"I'm surprised neither of them invited you to spend Christmas with them." A look of disappointment skittered across Seth's face. "That sure doesn't sound like Anna. Or Stacie, either."
"They did invite me," Lauren reassured him. "But they're both newlyweds. I'm not going to crash their first holiday with their new husbands."
"I suppose," Seth reluctantly agreed.
"There's no supposing about it," Lauren said firmly. "They shouldn't have to worry about entertaining me."
"You're being an awfully good sport," Seth said.
Lauren couldn't understand the admiration in his tone. "Anyone would feel the same."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Seth paused for a moment.
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Merry Christmas Cowboy! by Cindy Kirk is a fairly quick read, perfect for those with limited time for reading. Ms Kirk has delivered a well written book. Seth and Lauren's story is touching. I love the characters in this book. I enjoyed Merry Christmas Cowboy! and look forward to reading more by this author. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger.