Radford Ranch Brothers

  The Rancher’s Pregnant Fake Fiancée

  The Rancher’s Stubborn Partner

  The Rancher’s Fake Girlfriend

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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  Blurb

  Retired rodeo star Shane Radford has finally made his dream of starting his own horse breeding business come true. Sure, his son Drew, who he’s just gotten custody of, has developed a new fear of horses, but they’ll work that out. The best part is that his new ranch is right next door to his brothers’. Nothing could be more perfect. Except…it turns out vet and horse rehabilitator Matilda Lowell bought the property from the bank on the same day that Shane bought it from the owner, and she’s convinced it’s rightfully hers. A judge rules that they share the property until all the legalities are untangled so now Shane’s stuck with a woman who’s as stubborn as she is beautiful, working on his ranch. They agree to split the barn right down the middle—half for his breeding program and half for her rehabilitation horses. Shane may respect Matilda, may even find her attractive, but she’s his adversary and he’d best not forget it. No matter how well she handles horses. Or how amazing she is with Drew. Or how pretty she looks when she smiles…

  Matilda’s sunk everything she has into her business—she can’t afford to give it up. Not even to the guy she’s had a crush on since he became a star. But now that she’s seeing him every day, she’s even more aware of how Shane is gorgeous and smart and… She is in so much trouble. Matilda’s plan was to focus on her business, not be distracted by a sexy cowboy who never seems to wear a shirt. She’d learned the hard way not to get involved with a man she worked with. Yet, here she is, getting involved. And all the while the threat of losing her ranch is looming. What will she do if she has nowhere to keep her sick and injured horses? When her heart gets involved, Matilda is left wondering if the two can share more than a love of horses and a dusty old barn…

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  Contents

  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

  Epilogue

  End of The Rancher’s Stubborn Partner

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  1

  “Maybe I swapped the numbers? Put the year before the month?”

  Matilda Lowell ran through all the possible combinations for the electronic lock on the back gate of her new property until she finally gave up and entered the override code to reset it entirely. Now she was late for her meeting which meant she’d have to speed down the dusty rear entrance driveway and arrive looking like a crazy person.

  Her new property. She felt a shiver at the thought. She was really following through on her crazy dream, making it a reality!

  The lock issue was troubling, though. On the day she’d assumed ownership of the ranch, she’d set the keypad using the birthdate of her first horse, Gypsy. The important date was etched on her heart, so she knew she hadn’t gotten it wrong, but for some reason when she keyed it in, she’d gotten a scolding buzzer and a flashing red light. Matilda was happy she remembered the one-time override code the real estate agent had mentioned. If not for that, she wouldn’t have been able to get in, and she needed to be ready to greet her very first patient at the newly opened Sano Rehabilitation Center for Equine Wellness.

  Just thinking about the name of her new facility brought a smile to her face. It had been a bumpy few months getting to this point. Actually, bumpy didn’t begin to cover what she’d been through since leaving her old veterinary practice. But this was no time to think about that, or Bradley. Right now, all that mattered was the future.

  Matilda stole a peek at her appearance in the rearview mirror, afraid of what might stare back at her. She was sleep-deprived and barely clean, but she knew her new client wouldn’t care what she looked like. Ruth Bardwell’s horse was in desperate need of her attention for a soft tissue injury that seemed resistant to healing. Matilda ran her hand along her temples to smooth the white blonde wisps blowing in the wind. It didn’t matter that her hair was twisted up with a piece of hay string. The focus would be on discussing how she could help Huck the quarter horse, not her grooming habits.

  She hit a pothole and the U-Haul she was pulling pinballed. Fixing that would go on her to-do list … someday. There was so much she needed to do first! Unpacking the truck, readying the stalls, and most importantly, getting Huck started on his therapy. Matilda had scraped together enough money to buy the gorgeous property and some of the vital equipment required to launch her new rehab center, but she needed more in order to provide all she dreamed of for her patients. Next on her wish list? A state-of-the-art hydrotherapy tank. But it would take a few dozen clients before she could afford it.

  Huck was a great start, though. She never imagined that she’d book her first patient so soon, and not only for laser treatments but for a “board and heal” package. Huck was going to be hanging with her for a while, which would keep her from stressing out as she waited for more patients to fill the stalls. But she had no doubt they’d come. Not only was she posting like crazy on the center’s new social media accounts, she’d even gone low tech and hung up flyers at various ranches and equestrian supply stores around Kingsley.

  Her heart slowed a measure as she came around the bend and spotted the barn. Even the rear service entrance was pretty! The main entrance, with the imposing stone pillars and security gate ringed by mature live oaks, was next-level gorgeous. Matilda loved that her property was secure. She just needed to figure out how the heck to tame the gate codes.

  A small sigh escaped her as she got closer to the barn, and she hoped her clients would experience this same sense of calm at the sight of the property. Sure, the land could use some upkeep and refreshing, but there was no arguing that the bones of the place were perfect. The line of trees bursting in bloom along the driveway and ringing the parking area, the soaring peaks of the barn, the endless fields … there was no doubt that Sano was going to be the perfect retreat for horses needing serenity.

  Matilda parked under the shade of a tree and closed her eyes. She leaned her forehead against the steering wheel in her truck and took a steadying breath. It was the first day of the rest of her life. “You can do this.”

  When she opened her eyes, she nearly let out a yelp.

  There, riding towards her on the most gorgeous Appaloosa horse she’d ever seen, was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. And they both looked familiar. Matilda could read horses like detectives could read fingerprints; no two were exactly alike. She knew that the sleek leopard beauty was Shiloh Radford, which meant that the guy sitting atop him was none other than Shane Radford.

  Her heartbeat ratcheted up to a dangerous pace. What was rodeo royalty doing on her humble piece of land? And, while she didn’t mind the view, how had Shane and Shiloh gotten in? Surely he didn’t have the gate codes. Or did he? Shane Radford was a member of Kingsley’s first family—he probably had the keys to the city. She collected her thoughts as Shane galloped over to meet her by her truck.

  Damn, he looked good.

  The white and blue plaid snap-front shirt clung to him in a way that hinted at the perfection underneath. Matilda swallowed hard when she thought of the shirtless posters of him she’d “researched” on her computer back during Shane’s rodeo glory days. His smolder in the shots was intense, as if he wanted to crawl through the screen and rip her clothes off. Seeing the intensity in person was another story, though.

  He looked pissed.

  “Um, hi there,” Matilda called out with a little wave, not su
re how to begin a conversation with a surly, gorgeous trespasser. She was embarrassed to be looking so sloppy, wearing her oldest boots, so well-loved that they were more tan than brown, along with jeans that had a small hole fraying on the right knee and her white T-shirt was a little snug after leaving it in the dryer for too long. But it wasn’t like he was wearing his visiting clothing either. Shane looked as though he’d been putting in hard work somewhere.

  He reined Shiloh to a stop, and the horse nickered a hello to Matilda. It was like Shiloh could tell she was a friend. Shane didn’t seem to have gotten the same memo.

  “Your horses are here,” he said without even bothering to greet her. Even in the shadow of his hat, she could see the steely glint in his eyes. “I’m assuming you’re Matilda Lowell?”

  “I am,” Matilda replied, drawing herself up to her full, if unimpressive, height. The fact that he said “horses” plural barely registered. “And you’re Shane Radford.”

  He nodded, his eyes still locked on hers and his eyebrows furrowed. “Someone named Ruth was looking for you. Good thing I was here to meet her at the front gate and let her in. The horses were getting agitated, and so was she.”

  That tone!

  Why was Shane acting like she was inconveniencing him? If he didn’t want to deal with her clients, then maybe he shouldn’t have trespassed on her property! He didn’t look away and Matilda willed herself to hold his gaze, to show him that he wasn’t going to intimidate her while they were standing on her land.

  “Of course, that’s why I’m here. Thanks for greeting them.” It pained her to thank Shane when he was being so rude, but she knew that Ruth meeting him was probably better than having to wait while Huck kicked up a fit in his trailer. “I know I have a horse arriving today, and I would’ve been here earlier if it wasn’t for that stupid lock on the rear gate. I reset it when I—”

  Shane cut her off. “I reset it too.”

  Shiloh sidestepped and bobbed his head as if the tension flickering between the two humans was static he could feel in the air.

  “What do you mean? How would you have had access to the original code?” Matilda felt her face getting hot with frustration.

  “I got the code when I bought the place, obviously,” Shane replied, sounding as frustrated and confused as she felt. “So, what are you and those horses doing here?”

  Matilda stared at him with her mouth hanging open.

  What did he just say?

  “Are you going to answer me?”

  “I’m trying to figure out what you mean,” Matilda answered in her best “calm the patient” voice. “You said you bought the place, but I can’t figure out how that’s possible since I literally signed the loan paperwork on Wednesday. My signature is barely dry! I own this property, and I have the bank loan to prove it.”

  “Bank loan,” Shane snorted and adjusted Shiloh’s reins. “Do you even know Amos Brisby? He doesn’t deal with banks; he’s old school. I bought the ranch with a handshake and a signature on a feed bag. Hell, I even have a photograph of the moment.” He reached into his breast pocket for his phone and tapped at it for a few seconds. “Here.” He turned his phone around and sure enough, he and an old man in the photo were shaking hands while both holding onto a scrap of paper.

  What is going on?! Matilda clenched her hands in fists. I don’t have time for Shane or his crazy feed bag claims that he owns the land. I need to get rid of him. I have so much to do!

  She took a deep breath before she started speaking. “Listen, I’ve got Huck to deal with so can you give me a few minutes to sort that out first? Is Ruth waiting in the barn?”

  Shane shook his head. “Nope. She assumed I was one of your ranch hands,” he said, spitting the words out, “and took off the second the horses were out of the trailer. Said you made her late for a meeting. I didn’t have a chance to correct her.”

  “You keep saying ‘horses,’ plural. Ruth was only dropping off Huck.” Matilda’s day was getting more confusing by the minute.

  “Is that what you think? Come see for yourself.” Shane swung his leg over Shiloh and slid to the ground, and Matilda felt a little shock wave pass through her as Shane landed right beside her. He dwarfed her.

  Neither one said anything as they headed to the far side of the barn. Normally, Matilda would’ve chatted to calm her nerves, but she was so put off by the handsome grump walking next to her that she was dumbstruck.

  As they rounded the corner, Shane gestured to the paddock. “See? Two horses. The woman said she’d call you about what she wants to do with the bay.”

  Matilda stopped in her tracks. She recognized the other horse as Winslow, Ruth’s beloved senior quarter horse. She’d mentioned Winslow’s arthritis in passing, but Matilda never imagined that Ruth was ready to sign on for his ongoing care without even a conversation about it beforehand. Matilda’s patient load had doubled in the space of fifteen minutes!

  “What are you going to do with them now?” Shane asked, crossing his arms and staring at her with the same unblinking gaze.

  Shane’s coal black eyes never left her face. Or were they the color of bittersweet chocolate? In any case, they were dark enough that they looked bottomless. The subtle crinkles that radiated out from the corners of his eyes suggested that he knew how to smile, though it was hard for her to believe given that all he’d done was glare at her since she’d arrived. She wondered who had the skills to get the moody cowboy to grin.

  Shane’s voice made her jump. “Any thoughts about how you’re going to move these two?”

  Matilda’s cheeks colored at being caught daydreaming when there was such a serious issue at hand.

  “Well, it’s not like I can get Ruth to come back here and reload these two. We both know that’s a lot of trauma for horses to deal with in one day, especially since they’re not feeling well.”

  “Yep.” Shane nodded. “The bay is a little swollen below the left hock.”

  She peered at Winslow’s leg as he moved around the paddock. She had to admit that he was right. “Good eye.”

  “He needs veterinary care. Arthritis is a bitch. And the other one has an abrasion on his shoulder that looks angry.”

  Matilda crossed her arms and volleyed a glare back at Shane. “That’s why they’re here. I’m their rehab vet.”

  His eyebrows shot up. “Is that a fact? I’m surprised someone of your … stature … can handle those big guys.” For an instant Matilda swore she saw the hint of a grin.

  “I’m not trying to get my eight seconds in on them, I’m caring for them,” she huffed back. “They trust me.”

  “So that’s what this is,” Shane replied, nodding as if it was finally dawning on him. “You think this property is going to be a rehab facility. Got it. Well, I’m not about to turn out lame horses, so they can stay for the night. But tomorrow we straighten this ownership issue out at the courthouse. For now, I’ll help you stable them up.”

  “Perfect,” Matilda answered as she flipped open the latch on the gate. “I look forward to going to the courthouse and getting this settled. If you’ll excuse me, I obviously have work to do.”

  “Are you implying I don’t?” Shane asked as he tied Shiloh’s reins to the fence. “You happen to be standing on the grounds of my new breeding facility. We’re in pre-season and it’s already insane.”

  Matilda didn’t answer. There was no point. Surely the judge would back up her claim, and it wouldn’t matter what Shane’s plans might have been with her property. Shane followed her into the paddock and moved towards Winslow, speaking quietly to the horse. She waited for Winslow to kick up a fuss at being approached by a stranger, but the horse seemed mesmerized by the cowboy. Winslow sidestepped and bobbed his head then walked straight up to Shane. Matilda hadn’t even noticed that Shane had a lead rope, which he clipped on Winslow’s halter and started walking him into the barn.