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A good shove with her feet and their little hands swept the door open. Dominic carried them all through it. She kissed him again, savoring his soft moan of pleasure and the giggles drifting up from the boys.

Cissy held on tighter and smiled. They had more than she'd ever expected. They had everything.

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Her Stubborn Cowboy

by Patricia Johns

Chapter One

Chet Granger wanted her land, and Mackenzie Vaughn knew it. He'd offered to buy it from her grandmother multiple times over the years, and now that her grandmother had passed away, leaving the ranch to Mackenzie, she was waiting for the inevitable offer.

And she would refuse. That was a given. The last person in this county she intended to sell this land to was Chet Granger. They had a bit of a history together, and if anyone was going to benefit from this land, it wouldn't be him. Business wasn't supposed to be personal, but this time it was.

As a small white goat passed her, Mackenzie patted its rump and wiped the back of her hand over her moist forehead. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows through pools of warm sunlight. The peeling red barn loomed behind, its shadow stretching out like a sleepy cat. Since arriving two hours earlier, she'd already managed to get what was left of her grandmother's herd back into the barn. Then she'd noticed the goat waddling off toward the fence, wide belly swinging back and forth with each step.

“Come on now,” she urged. “Let's go, goat.”

It had to have a name; she just didn't know it. The other three goats were already inside the barn, but this one paid no mind to peer pressure.

This ranch had been a godsend when she was an angry teen caught in the middle of her parents' acrid divorce. While her parents battled over who got what, she'd come back to her grandmother's ranch—the one place she could count on not to change. It was here that she'd fallen in love for the first time, with Andy Granger. Chet was Andy's older brother and had always been the more serious of the two. In fact, she'd had a bit of a crush on him at first, before Andy made his move and she realized that Chet hadn't been interested in the least. He'd been concerned with the future of his family's ranch more than with having much fun...so much so that he'd convinced Andy that Mack wasn't worth his time. At least, that was Andy's story. In spite of it all, a small part of her envied the Granger boys. When push came to shove, they chose each other, and the Granger family stood strong. Still, they stood strong against her, and that was one slight she wouldn't forget.

“Come on,” Mackenzie coaxed, patting the goat's rump again. “I have some nice fresh hay waiting for you.”

The goat didn't seem the least bit interested in her offering, and it turned away again, trotting heavily along the fence line. Farther down the fence, a man sauntered up and leaned against the rail, gray eyes fixed on her in mild amusement. Mackenzie startled. He was tall, slim but well muscled. He rested his forearms over the top rail, big hands loosely holding a pair of work gloves. A cowboy hat sat on his head, pushed back so that the sun hit his face, illuminating the sandpaper of his stubble. He raised the gloves in a hello. He'd always been good-looking, but he'd lost his lean boyishness and hardened into a man since she'd last seen him. Chet Granger. The years had been good to him.

“Long time,” he called.

It certainly had been a long time, and in the few hours she'd been back, she'd been doing her best to avoid him. She'd known that wasn't going to work for long, considering their ranches were side by side, their respective barns and houses no more than an acre apart. There had been a time when people liked the idea of being within shouting distance of a neighbor. This would have been a whole lot easier if they didn't share such a difficult history.

The goat trotted up to Chet and poked a nose through the fence.

“Hey there, Butter Cream.” The rancher eased between the rails of the fence and came over to her side, hopping twice to get his boot through. His shirt was rolled up to reveal strong forearms, tanned skin with a vein bulging as he scratched the goat's ears. The animal tipped her head back and forth, lashes fluttering in enjoyment. Chet looked up at Mackenzie, those disconcertingly light eyes pinned on her. “Trying to get her back inside?”

He didn't wait for the answer but strode off in the direction of her barn without a backward look, and the goat followed him with the quiet loyalty of a dog.

“Butter Cream,” she muttered to herself. That would be good to remember for the next time she had to plead with this particular critter.

Mackenzie had been in town all of a day, and she already knew that she was in over her head. Why she'd thought she'd be able to run a ranch on her own, she had no idea. When her grandmother had died, leaving her the ranch, she'd thought this was the answer to that sense of empty boredom inside her—and maybe it was—but she wasn't entirely sure it was worth it, especially not if Chet was part of the package.

“So how come you didn't stop by when you arrived?” Chet glanced over his shoulder at her as he pulled open the rolling door.

“I had things to do,” she said, annoyed at his casual comfort with her property. And it
was
hers now—all four hundred acres of it.

He laughed softly. “You have no idea how to run this place.”

He was right about that, but she'd never been one to back away from a challenge, and this one had been dumped in her lap with the subtlety of a truckload of bricks.

The goat nuzzled Chet's leg once more and he bent to scratch her head again. “By the way, Butter Cream is due to kid in a week or two. So pretty soon, you'll have baby goats and a pretty steady supply of goat milk. She's a good producer.”

Mackenzie studied the creature, attempting to hide her surprise.

“As in more than one?” she asked.

“Definitely more than one.”

“I don't need goat milk,” she said, before she could think better of it.

“Then sell it.” Chet gave the goat's rump a solid pat, and she waddled through the door toward her stall without a bleat of protest. He made it seem so easy, and she suspected that she'd never have that kind of luck with Butter Cream.

“Do you want her?” she asked. “She seems to like you.”

“No, thanks.” He pulled shut the goat's stall door and shot her a grin. “Do you have any idea how much trouble baby goats are? They're like herding cats. They're your problem.”

Great.
She pulled a hand through her long blond hair. “You're right, by the way.”

“About the goats, or about you not knowing what you're doing?” His grin became teasing.

Mackenzie eyed him coolly. “Both, I'm sure.” She sucked in a breath. “The lawyer said that you'd been helping my grandmother out with running the place. He said I should talk to you if I had any questions.”

“Good advice.” Chet crossed his arms over his chest.

“So?” she said. “What's the first step?”

“Your grandmother—rest her soul—sold off most of her cattle at auction a couple of years ago. That was her version of retirement. No ranch hands, no employees and just a handful of cows she could care for on her own. But you can't keep this place going on fifteen head. You'll need a good herd and some ranch hands who know what they're doing, and you'll have to be careful with that. If they think you don't know squat about running this place, they'll take advantage.”

Ranch hands were the least of her worries right now. Was he going to try to scare her off running this place on her own? No one had been more shocked than she'd been when she inherited this place. If anyone was going to get it, it should have been her father, and that fact had been rubbing at her conscience ever since the lawyer had called. She was the least qualified member of the family to inherit the biggest responsibility, and this was already affecting her relationship with her dad. She scuffed a boot in the dirt, her mind sifting through Chet's words. She had no idea how she'd get this ranch rolling again, and right now she felt most thoroughly beaten. “In the meantime, what do I do?”

“Chores in the morning, chores at night. In between that, you fix everything that keeps breaking.” He glanced through the barn. “Looks like you got the cows in all right.”

The cows had taken care of themselves, trotting inside without a word from her when she opened the back barn door.

“I understand you've been paid for your time out of the estate,” Mackenzie said.

He nodded, silent.

“And you know how to run this place better than I do,” she went on. “I'm not sure what you'd want to be paid, but—”

“I don't want to be paid.” He let the words hang in the air, then turned and walked back toward the fence. His boots clunked against the dry ground, and he lifted his hat and resettled it on his head without once looking back. She knew what he was after. He wanted to buy this place and send her packing. Still, he'd had a point about being taken advantage of by employees, something she hadn't even thought of. She needed help.

“Chet!” she called.

He paused and finally looked back at her. “Yeah?”

She'd make him say it. She'd make him offer to buy the place, turn him down flat and get that out of the way. “So what do you want, then?”

“To be asked.” There wasn't a hint of humor in his expression.

She blinked. That wasn't what she'd expected. “Fine. I'm asking.”

“The whole thing.” He crossed his arms, meeting her gaze evenly.

Mackenzie muttered an oath under her breath and closed the distance between them. Was his plan to prove to her how little she knew about managing a ranch? If it was, then she'd just have to prove him wrong—learn everything she could from this frustrating man in spite of his reticence.

“Chet Granger,” she said with a resigned sigh, “would you be so kind as to help me with the running of this place until I can figure out what to do with it?”

“What do you mean, what you're going to do with it?” he asked.

There it was. She'd piqued his interest. Maybe her father would want to buy her out, although besides being deeply hurt that his own mother had cut him out of the will, he hadn't shown a lot of interest in this place.

“Obviously, I can run it or sell it. I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet.”

“But you want to run it?” he clarified.

She nodded. “That was the plan.”

She had a lot of regrets that needed plowing over. She wanted a fresh start, and a ranch didn't land in a girl's lap every day. This seemed like the kind of thing she should take advantage of. She was hoping that her father could forgive this eventually—but if she were honest with herself, the philanderer had a little karma due.

“All right.” He fixed her with a direct stare. “But I put my ranch first. I help you out after I'm done with my own land.”

“Fair enough.” She held out her hand and he took it in his strong, rough grasp.

“I'll come by after my chores are done in the morning.” He released her fingers, tipped his hat and then bent down to ease his body between the fence rails once more. Once he was on his side of the property, he added, “And I'm not doing the work for you. I'm teaching you how to do it yourself. But I'll help you out for a bit while you build up the stamina. It's harder than it looks.”

“Do you really think I'm searching for a man to take care of little ole me?” she asked wryly.

“Just being clear.”

“I'm not looking to get free labor out of you, Chet,” she said. “And I'll pay you for your time. I won't have it any other way.”

If she'd had anyone else to ask, she would have, but Mackenzie didn't know anyone around here but the Grangers. When Andy broke up with her, he'd told her enough to make it clear that Chet had been at the core of it. She'd always sensed that Chet had never thought she was anything more than a city slicker, and he'd never approved of her wasting Andy's time when he should have been thinking about more serious things like animal husbandry and crops.

Andy hadn't cared about the ranch the way Chet had, and that had always chafed between the brothers, but she'd never thought that Chet would go so far as to break them up. That was a low blow—lower than she'd thought Chet was capable of. But then, her father had proven himself even lower, so perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised.

Chet gave her a nod. “Good to see you again, Mack,” he said. “You look good.”

Then he turned toward his own property and walked across the field with that slow, rolling gait of his. She heaved a sigh. She needed to figure out how to run this ranch on her own or sell it to anyone but a Granger. And being beholden to Chet wasn't even an option.

* * *

C
HET
'
S
SIDE
KITCHEN
window overlooked the field that separated his property from Mackenzie's, and he stopped in front of the sink, casting his gaze over there in spite of himself. He pulled his eyes away and slammed a kitchen cupboard just to hear the satisfying bang.

Mackenzie Vaughn was back.

He hadn't been sure if she would actually come and take possession of the ranch or sell it without setting foot on it again. Of course, he'd hoped for another chance to see her, but he'd never understood Mack very well. She'd been pretty and tomboyish with long blond hair and even longer legs. She hadn't changed much in the past decade, apparently.

He'd thought the years had washed away the memory of her, especially when Chet took over the running of his family's ranch. He'd been busy, focused on upgrading old machinery, so life had moved on...

Until he saw her again this afternoon, trying to sweet-talk a goat into cooperating, and it was as if those past ten years had just evaporated. Suddenly he was nineteen years old again, staring at the girl who made his stomach flip, knowing he couldn't do anything about it. She had been Andy's girlfriend, and there were lines he'd never cross. Except she wasn't Andy's girlfriend anymore.

The rumble of an engine came up the drive, and Chet ambled through the kitchen toward the front window. A brand-new blue pickup crunched to a stop on the gravel, and when the door opened, he blinked in surprise to see his brother. He hadn't spoken to Andy in the year or more since their father's death, and the sight of his younger brother made his throat tighten. After the funeral, they'd had a massive fight over the inheritance and things had been said—the kind of things that couldn't be taken back. So what was Andy doing on his doorstep? Was this a friendly visit, or was he here to pick up where they'd left off?