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Accidental Homecoming
The Stirling Ranch, Book 1
by
Sabrina York
New York Times bestselling author Sabrina York kicks off her brand-new Stirling Ranch miniseries by asking does blood make you family?
Danny Diem’s life is upended when he inherits a small-town ranch. But learning he has a daughter in need of lifesaving surgery is his biggest shock yet. He’d never gotten over telling his ex Lizzie Michaels that he wasn’t the marrying kind. But her loving strength for their little girl tugs at his heartstrings—and makes him wonder if he’s ready to embrace the role he’s always run from: father.
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He
broke the silence with four sharp words. “Why are you here?”
“Why
don’t you sit down?” She did so herself, sliding into the banquette of his
booth—her knees were about to give in, anyway.
He
ignored her request. “Why are you here?”
“Danny,
this is hard enough, and you’re not making it any easier for me—”
“Oh,
I’m not making it easier for you? You’re the one who left me. No warning.
Nothing. Just…gone. Poof.”
Irritation
bubbled, and though she’d told herself she wouldn’t allow her anger to surface,
she couldn’t help snapping, “There was plenty of warning. You weren’t paying
attention.”
“Really?
I was sure paying attention during our last fight. I remember that pretty
clearly.”
“Do
you? Do you remember what we fought about?”
His
face went blank and he dropped into his seat, where he could face her, but not
come too close. As though he were protecting himself from her.
What
a laugh. She was the one who needed protecting. He was far too addictive for
her own good.
“Why
don’t you tell me what you remember?” he suggested.
She
sighed. “We’d been talking about the future.”
“Ah,
yes.” He settled back into his seat, his expression still mutinous.
“And
you freaked out.”
He
frowned. “I did not freak out.”
“You
made it pretty clear we had no future together.”
“I
didn’t say that. I just said I didn’t want marriage.”
“Or
kids.”
“And
can you blame me? With parents like mine? What kind of father would I be?”
That
comment hit her like a blow. Stole her breath. Made her question her own sanity
for coming here.
Nothing
had changed. Nothing had changed at all.
“And
my mother?” he continued harshly. “Did Darla tell you what my mother has done
now?”
“She
said she skipped bail.”
He
barked a bitter laugh. “Skipped bail, then skipped town. But before she
disappeared, she cleaned out my bank accounts, and my apartment. She hocked
everything I own. Everything I’ve worked for.”
Anger
raged in Lizzie’s heart. The woman truly had no moral compass.
“You’re
not like your mother.” She’d told him that a thousand times, but too many years
raised by that horrible woman had clouded his self-image.
“And
then, there’s the father. The man who wanted nothing to do with me. The man who
wouldn’t even acknowledge my existence. He certainly didn’t support us.”
“You’re
not like him, either.” She hoped…
He
shook his head and scrubbed his face with his palms. “It doesn’t matter. None
of that matters. Not anymore.” She hated his expression, the resignation and
the pain. “So, why are you here?” The question again, this time, whispered.
She
might as well just dive in. “I…need your help.”
He
frowned again. “What do you want?”
Her
heart stuttered. Oh, Lord. Now that the time was here, she didn’t know what to
say. Or how to say it. Or anything.
Danny
waited, silently, watching her. Then his lips tweaked into a hint of a sad
smile. “You’re procrastinating, Lizzie. You never procrastinate unless it’s
something bad.”
Her
expression must have given something away because he paled.
“Are
you okay? Are you sick?”
She
shook her head. “I’m fine. And no. It’s not bad. Not bad at all. Well, not all
bad. There is some bad, I suppose. But it’s…” She trailed off. She was
babbling—she knew she was. It was yet another way she avoided unpleasant
topics.
Danny
pinned her with a sharp look. “What is it you want to tell me?”
She
wrinkled her nose. “About that last fight had—””
“What
about it?” His tone was tight, as though the words were bitter on his tongue.
Right.
“The one where you told me you didn’t want marriage or children.” She tried not
to sound bitter as well, but failed.
“For
good reason,” he snapped.
“Right,” she snapped right back. Then she met his gaze as
bravely as she could. “Well, I was pregnant.”
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