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  A Rancher’s Bride

  Stones of Heart Falls: Book 3

  Vivian Arend

  Contents

  A Rancher’s Bride

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  About the Author

  A Rancher’s Bride

  Welcome to Heart Falls, where there’s more at stake than the future of the Silver Stone ranch.

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  A standalone novel by New York Times bestselling author Vivian Arend.

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  With the ranch teetering on the brink of disaster, accepting an invitation to the gala of the year is a top business priority for Luke Stone. Having a significant other on his arm isn’t merely a good idea, it’s a necessity. Doesn’t matter that he’s currently single—there’s a logical solution. Kelli is easy company, a vital part of ranch operations, and willing to sing Silver Stone’s praises all day long. She’ll be perfect.

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  Kelli James has kept a lot of secrets over the eight years since she boldly walked onto the ranch. Her biggest challenge, though, has been hiding her crush on the sexiest cowboy she’s ever laid eyes on. When Luke informs her they’re headed to the mountains for a week-long, work-related event, she’s not sure what to expect.

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  That he signed her up to play the part of the perfect rancher’s bride-to-be wasn’t it…

  The Stones of Heart Falls

  A Rancher’s Heart

  A Rancher’s Song

  A Rancher’s Bride

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  1

  For the umpteenth time that day, the ground rose up and slapped Luke Stone silly.

  The initial moment of contact knocked the wind from him, but the smack to the bruise already forming on his hip was the real kicker. He stayed in motion, rolling instinctively to his hands and knees. Lying on his back on the cold January snow and groaning in pain wasn’t an option unless he wanted a hoof print branded onto any vital parts.

  The world was still spinning when he shoved a hand in the air to indicate he was breathing and somewhat alive.

  The signal gave his brothers permission to jeer.

  “I swear you bounced that time, bro.” Walker marched across the arena to offer a hand. He hauled Luke to his feet, not even attempting to hide his smirk.

  Luke brushed the snow and dirt from his jeans, forcing a good-natured response, although it was tough with all the faces eyeing him with amusement. Even his kid brother, Dustin, wore a grin.

  The three of them had shown up to watch him work the new mare he’d offered to train. It was the way they’d always done things at Silver Stone ranch—since the death of their parents they’d worked together, played together, fought together.

  And yes, laughed together, occasionally at each other.

  Caleb was the oldest by a couple years and had been in charge since that fateful day. Luke had no problem when his big brother winked over his shoulder then headed after the mare to bring her back for Luke to try again. And Walker, while a couple years younger than Luke, was a champion bull rider. He’d earned the right to laugh at anyone who came off the back of a beast unwillingly.

  Dustin, though? Hell no.

  Luke pointed a finger at the twenty-year-old. “Laugh it up. You wouldn’t last two seconds on her.”

  The youth was smart enough not to argue. “Still entertaining to watch you land on your ass.”

  His wide smile was taunting but one hundred percent family, and when Dustin swung over the railing to join Caleb as he walked Chili Pepper, Luke decided this time he’d let the kid off easy.

  Walker laid a hand on his shoulder. “Ready to call it a day?”

  Luke shrugged, eyeing the filly carefully as his brothers paced her around the arena. “I’m not going to get her trained if I give up the first time she throws me.”

  “First time? Math never was your strong suit,” Walker teased gently before folding his arms and checking him over with an experienced eye. “You’re hurting, Luke. I can tell from the way you’re moving one of those landings scored a little too hard.”

  “Maybe. Doesn’t matter—I can go for a bit longer.”

  Walker seemed about to say something more but then shook his head, glancing at his watch. “You’ll be black and blue tomorrow, but the truth is, you need to stop because we all have other things to do. And you know the rules—you’re not working a wild ride without backup.”

  Caleb and Dustin had reached them by that point, the mare standing like an angel at the end of the lead line. The cantankerous creature that had bucked him off a dozen times running was now all sweetness and light. She moved forward and crowded him with her head, batting at his belly to push him toward the barn.

  Luke wrapped his arms around Pepper and patted her nose. “Bossy creature.”

  “See? Even she knows it’s time to call it quits.” Caleb offered a satisfied grumble, his gaze fixed on something outside the arena.

  Luke turned to discover Caleb’s children making their way across the snowy path from the ranch house. “It’s time for you to stop, at least,” Luke admitted.

  “Ivy is expecting me, as well,” Walker added. “There’s some kind of ‘past New Year’s, but as close to it as we could get’ fundraiser meet-and-greet for the school board, so I have to go put on a suit and tie.”

  All four of them groaned at the same moment, three of them in sympathy. Walker’s fiancée was the vice principal at the local elementary school, which meant she was pretty involved in all sorts of community activities.

  Big brother Caleb was now happily married to Tamara, and while she was eating crackers and drinking ginger ale, they were thrilled to be adding another kid to go with the two mischievous girls approaching the arena.

  Luke was glad his brothers had found partners who made them happy. Still kind of dug a knife into his gut considering his failed relationship had been over for only a few months.

  Even Dustin chortled with glee as he shared his evening plans. “I have a date tonight.”

  “Really?” Walker’s tone turned serious. “I heard you were going over to Ivy’s parents’ house. Are you seeing one of her sisters?”

  Dustin’s eyes widened for a brief second before he turned all nonchalant. “None of your business if I were.”

  Luke and Caleb glanced at each other, exchanging an oh shit, he didn’t go there look.

  “Death wish?” Caleb asked Luke drily.

  “Brain dead. It hasn’t registered yet that the body is soon to follow.”

  Walker glanced at them, his lips twitching before he pulled his serious expression back in the line. “Spill the beans,” he ordered Dustin.

  Their youngest brother rolled his eyes. “Number one, you guys have zero sense of humour. Just thought I should point that out in case you were under some misconception. Number two, it really is none of your business, but because you look as if you’re ready to draw and quarter me, no, I’m not dating one of the Fields sisters. Not because they aren’t awesome, but two of them are way too old for me and Rose is a good friend. But Rose�
�s best friend, Kandi with a K, is damn hot.”

  Luke was going to develop an eye twitch trying to keep a straight face while enjoying a side-eye exchange with Caleb and Walker. “Kandi?”

  “…with a k. Awww, that’s sweet—” Walker began, only to be interrupted as their nieces climbed on the fence, shouting for Caleb.

  “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”

  “Papa. Paaapaaa.”

  Caleb smacked a hand on Luke’s shoulder. “The summonses have been pronounced. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

  Walker took off in one direction, and Dustin and Caleb in another, and suddenly Luke stood alone in the arena with Chili Pepper nudging his pockets, looking for treats.

  “Looks as if all the Stone boys have hot dates tonight,” Luke teased at his own expense. He slid a hand along Pepper’s neck and gave her a pat as he led her toward her stall. “You and me, we’re doing fine. Only we need to talk about this habit you have of wanting control. I don’t mind sharing the reins now and then, but when a guy says he wants to be in charge, he means it.”

  He twisted on the spot as he opened the gate, and the creaking floorboards beneath his boots fell silent for a brief moment. Long enough to let a light snicker reach his ears.

  He sighed mightily, shaking his head in exasperation as he looked up into the hayloft. “Your eavesdropping is going to get you in trouble someday, Kelli James.”

  “Maybe, but in the meanwhile, it sure is damn educational.” She swung into view, slipping past the railing to drop to her jean-covered butt on the outer edge of the loft. Her well-worn cowboy boots hung toward the floor, kicking lazily as she smiled down. Her dark-brown hair twisted in two braids over her shoulders, brown eyes snapping with mischief.

  Luke leaned a shoulder against the pen. “Since you’re here, make yourself useful. Grab a couple of brushes and you can help give Pepper a rubdown.”

  What the woman should’ve done was get to her feet and head to the side wall where the ladder was. Not Kelli. She gave him a quick nod then flung herself headlong, falling from a height that was enough to break her fool neck considering she was nearly a foot shorter than his six-foot-two.

  Luke lurched forward involuntarily to catch her. No matter that he’d seen her do this dozens of times over the years, it still caught him by surprise. At the last second, she caught hold of the pipe attached to one wall and used it to guide her to the floor.

  She smacked down with one heck of an impact, but at least her feet were the first to land and not her head.

  He bit his tongue and refused to give her the pleasure of cursing or scolding her. She already knew he thought it was a reckless move.

  Kelli was light on her feet—he had to give her that. And she didn’t dawdle as she grabbed what she needed.

  Luke headed in the other direction to scoop up feed for the mare, tossing some oats in a nosebag before joining Kelli at Pepper’s side.

  She handed him a brush. “Any orders, boss?”

  He deliberately loosened his jaw to keep from grinding his teeth. “You’re exceptionally annoying tonight,” he said calmly. “I’m not your boss, and you know it. Ashton is.”

  “You’re still in charge more than I am, so technically I can call you boss. Boss.” She glanced at him judgmentally before giving his butt a firm smack with the stiff brush bristles. “And my good day just got even better because you have shit on your ass, and I don’t.”

  Luke sighed. He hadn’t gone unscathed during his time bouncing off the ground thanks to Pepper’s lack of enthusiasm for him as a rider. “Comes with the territory,” he muttered before getting to work. “Glad you had a good day, though. What were you doing?”

  Kelli went on to tell him what she’d been busy with, helping their foreman Ashton deal with some of the rowdier stock. As she spoke, her hands kept moving, the bristles sliding smoothly again and again. Confident and sure, just like always.

  She’d been a part of Silver Stone ranch for nearly as long as they’d been running the place without their parents. And it didn’t surprise him to hear that Ashton was using her for some more delicate tasks, although it did worry him at times that she was out the middle of the herd with animals big enough to crush her with a thoughtless move.

  But even now as Pepper adjusted her stance, Kelli slid forward, almost as if she was dancing with the horse. She slid an arm around her neck and used Pepper’s momentum to reach up her withers.

  “I think tomorrow you should let me help,” Kelli said firmly.

  Luke blinked, not sure where the conversation had gone. “Help? With what?”

  Kelli slid the rest of the way around to stand beside him, smirking as if she knew a secret. “Is it past your bedtime?” she teased. “Awfully late for somebody old like you to be up.”

  He folded his arms over his chest and glared. “Don’t be rude. What’re you talking about?”

  Pepper chose that moment to complain. While he and Kelli were still standing in the pen with her, neither of them was giving her any attention. Like horses the world over who wanted to criticize, she made her point by shifting her balance and pressing her considerable weight toward them.

  Luke twisted out of the way before he could be trapped against the stall boards. Kelli ducked under the horse’s belly, popping up on the other side and climbing until she sat on the top divider.

  They grinned at each other.

  Then Kelli got that look in her eyes. The one that said she was getting ready to ask for a favour—also known as tormenting him until he gave in.

  “I want to help with Pepper. You know I can do it. I bet she’d love for me to train her.”

  Luke examined Kelli closer. The petite woman was perched on the wooden barrier like some kind of barn pixie. After eight years of working at Silver Stone she was as much a part of the place as the rest of the crew, and as familiar as his brothers. She was good with the horses. Damn good.

  Considering the goal of training Pepper was to make her a good mount for the owner’s daughter, who probably weighed about what Kelli did—

  Only he was still responsible. “Yes, you can help, but not yet.”

  The excitement on her face flashed and faded quickly as he spoke. “What does that mean?”

  “It means you have work to do for Ashton, so you’re not going to be available all the time, anyway. Plus, as much as you insist Pepper likes you, she’s not ready for different people to be getting on her back.”

  Kelli nodded, thoughtful agreement in her expression. “But you’ll let me help when she hits the next stage?”

  “I’d love your help,” he told her honestly.

  “Super.” She flipped backward into the empty stall behind them and once again his heart did this strange stop-start jolt.

  “Dammit, woman,” he muttered, patting Pepper farewell before rejoining Kelli in the main walkway.

  “I promise I’ll do good job,” Kelli assured him.

  “Just don’t go skipping out on your other tasks trying get to helping me sooner,” he warned.

  The eye rolling commenced again.

  “As if,” she snarked. “You really think Ashton would let me get away with that? Even if you think I’m dumb enough to try it in the first place, which I’m not.”

  He wouldn’t have been surprised to see her stick out her tongue at him like his niece Sasha.

  But, no, even though at times she seemed younger than the twenty-six years he’d seen on their payroll record, Kelli wasn’t given to high drama. Probably part of why he liked her so much.

  Of all the hands who had been around Silver Stone over the years, Kelli was rock-solid. Good sense of humour, good work ethic—

  Damn good with horses. Even now she was blowing kisses at all the stock as she walked ahead of him, pausing to say hello and offer pats and treats to every beast she passed.

  Then she was gone, headed off to her rooms on the west side of the bunkhouse. Luke glanced around, but it was pretty much him and the ranch dogs that were waiting to see i
f he did anything exciting.

  He offered them a pat on the head and a scratch behind the ears but kept walking, headed away from the main ranch house and toward the place he’d been building for the last couple of years. The house that had taken so long because his fiancée Penny had been shit at making decisions and sticking to them.

  Their relationship had finally fallen apart back in late August, to his unconfessed relief. He still didn’t know what Penny really thought about him calling their engagement off, but he doubted she was pining for him or anything. They hadn’t had that type of relationship.

  Still, it felt weird to think he nearly had a finished house of his own. Over the past four months, since he hadn’t needed to spend time with his fiancée, or get everything approved by her, or change things because she’d changed her mind, he’d been able to get tons done on the place.

  Funny how that worked. Time on his hands, no one else to have to run decisions by. It made the work go a heck of a lot faster.

  That was about the only positive thing he could think of—

  And this wasn’t where he wanted his brain to go. He didn’t want to dwell on the fact he’d spent a lot of time and energy on a relationship that had failed.

  Didn’t want to think too hard about building a house on land that, unless things turned around, might not belong to the Stone family by the end of the year.

  Luke stomped through the door of his almost finished mudroom. He was starving. Plus, Walker had been right. His body ached from head to toe after getting bucked far too many times.