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  Needed: the perfect wedding date!

  Trying to move on from a disastrous engagement, Sophie Morgan needs a date for her best friend’s wedding…and fast! And what quicker way to find a man than speed dating? Only, it’s bar manager, Dan Halliday, who catches Sophie’s eye.

  Dan can’t resist helping a damsel in distress, so he offers her a deal—a few shifts in the bar in exchange for the date—no strings attached. But when pretence leads to passion, they both get more than they bargained for. And it’s too late to have any secrets between them…. He’s brooding, wary..but underneath

  lies a good heart.

  With his military dog in tow, ex-soldier Grady Fletcher plans to keep his troubled mind occupied while staying on his grandfather’s property—until it’s time to move on again.

  Single mom Gina Williams is usually wary around men. Yet she gets the distinct feeling that beneath Grady’s rugged, guarded exterior lies a kind, honest, trustworthy man.

  So when Gina’s little boy goes missing there is only one person she’ll turn to for help—a man whose survival instinct is as strong as his heart….

  Welcome to Destiny, Colorado—the small town where dreams are made…

  When sisters Lori and Gina came to Destiny for a change of tempo, little did they imagine that in this cozy, welcoming community nestled in the Rockies they would find their happy ever afters….

  Single Dad’s Holiday Wedding—available in ebook

  Summoned back to her hometown, Lorelei Hutchinson is out of her depth, stepping into her late father’s corporate shoes…. Working with single dad Jace, who seems out to prove who’s boss, is an added challenge! As Christmas draws near, it’s strictly business—until they’re snowed in together….

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  Ex soldier Grady Fletcher plans to keep his troubled mind occupied while staying in Destiny. He wants no distractions…. Single mom Gina Williams is usually wary around men. But she senses that beneath Grady’s rugged, guarded exterior lies a good man, so when her little boy goes missing there’s only one person she’ll turn to for help…. If you’d like to read more books by Patricia Thayer set in Destiny, look for her previous Rocky Mountain Brides stories:

  Raising the Rancher’s Family

  The Sheriff’s Pregnant Wife

  A Mother for the Tycoon’s Child

  Dear Reader,

  This is my last book in the Rocky Mountain Brides series—for now anyway. So I’m happy that I was able to write Gina’s story. She wasn’t originally going to be my heroine, but then she came to life in her sister Lorelei’s story, Single Dad’s Holiday Wedding, and there was no other choice for me.

  Abuse is a hard topic to discuss, and worse to live with. It’s taken Gina Williams years to finally leave her situation and start over. Once settled in Destiny, Colorado, her worst fears come true when her ex-husband finds her and kidnaps her young son, Zack.

  My hero, loner and former army master sergeant Grady Fletcher, just happens to stumble into the situation, and can’t walk away when he’s asked to help. It’s his military working dog, Scout, who finds the boy and refuses to leave his side until help comes.

  Whether they like it or not, Grady and Gina are thrown together many more times. They each have emotional pain from their past, but soon they realize that leaning on each other helps the healing. It’s a long road back for them, but they find strength in each other’s arms.

  I hope you enjoy the journey.

  Patricia Thayer

  Patricia Thayer

  Her Rocky Mountain Protector

  Originally born and raised in Muncie, Indiana, Patricia Thayer is the second of eight children. She attended Ball State University, and soon afterward headed west. Over the years she’s made frequent visits back to the Midwest, trying to keep up with her growing family.

  Patricia has called Orange County, California, home for many years. She enjoys not only the warm climate, but also the company and support of other published authors in the local writers’ organization. For the past eighteen years she has had the unwavering support and encouragement of her critique group. It’s a sisterhood like no other.

  When she’s not working on a story, you might find her traveling the United States and Europe, taking in the scenery and doing story research while thoroughly enjoying herself, accompanied by Steve, her husband for more than thirty-five years. They have three grown sons and four grandsons—as she calls them: her own true-life heroes. On rare days off from writing you might catch her at Disneyland, spoiling those grandkids rotten! She also volunteers for the Grandparent Autism Network.

  Patricia has written for over twenty years, and has authored more than forty-six books. She has been nominated for both a National Readers’ Choice Award and a prestigious RITA® Award. Her book Nothing Short of a Miracle won an RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice award.

  A longtime member of Romance Writers of America, she has served as president and held many other board positions for her local chapter in Orange County. She’s a firm believer in giving back.

  Check her website, www.patriciathayer.com, for upcoming books.

  Books by Patricia Thayer

  SINGLE DAD’S CHRISTMAS WISH

  THE COWBOY COMES HOME*

  ONCE A COWBOY...**

  TALL, DARK, TEXAS RANGER**

  THE LONESOME RANCHER**

  LITTLE COWGIRL NEEDS A MOM**

  *The Larkville Legacy

  **The Quilt Shop in Kerry Springs

  Other titles by this author available in ebook format.

  To the strongest and the most stubborn woman. I’ll miss you every day, but I’m happy you’re with Dad now.

  Love you, Mom. Rest in peace.

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT

  CHAPTER ONE

  REGINA WILLIAMS rolled over and stared up at the peeling paint on the ceiling of her bedroom and smiled.

  Two weeks. That was how long she and Zack had been living in the little bungalow on Cherry Street. Even with the endless projects to do, and the sparse furnishings, they’d found joy moving into their very first home.

  Of course, there were thirty years of payments ahead, even with Lori’s help as co-signer and a good interest rate. That was as far as Gina would let her wealthy big sister go. She had to do this on her own. She had to prove to herself and her son they could be independent.

  She had a good start, with her staging business and thrift shop and new friends and now, a wonderful place to live. Destiny, Colorado, was a great small town to raise her seven-year-old son. Zack was thriving in school and he was making friends. He was finally coming out of his shell, and maybe putting their old life where it belonged. In the past.

  She climbed out of bed, slipped on her robe as she walked into the hall. She hesitated at Zack’s door, then decided to put on coffee first. In the kitchen, she drew b
ack the curtains at the French doors that overlooked the backyard.

  This was the view that had sold her on the house—also the acre of land out back. Springtime in Colorado was an array of color and she had already planned out her flower garden in her head.

  Right now she’d better get her busy day started. Coffee made, she walked down the hall, knocked on her son’s door and opened it. “Rise and shine, kiddo.” No response. Zack had always been a slow starter. She went across the hall to the bathroom and turned on the light, then the shower.

  “Come on, Zack,” she called. “I need to get to work and you have school.” She walked back to the bunk beds, to find the top bunk empty. So she glanced under to the lower bed, but no child.

  “Zack,” she called, and pushed around the blankets. “Honey, we don’t have time to play around. So come out of hiding.”

  Fear began to build as she glanced around the room. That was when she saw the curtains blowing from the open window. She rushed over to find the screen missing.

  “No, God. No!” Her heart stopped then started racing as she frantically checked the closet, then under the bed, calling her son.

  “Zack. Oh, God. Where are you? Please come out.” Even as she pleaded, something in the back of her mind told her that her worst nightmare had come true. She returned to the bed, jerked back the blankets and found the proof. A crumpled piece of paper.

  A familiar feeling of helplessness hit her. Hard. Instinctively Gina knew it was a note from her ex-

  husband. A shiver ran through her as she picked it up and read, “I found you, babe. Now I got what you want. You’ll be hearing from me.”

  * * *

  Grady Fletcher parked his truck in front of Destiny’s sheriff’s office and glanced up and down First Street. Mid-morning and the main street was busy with people going about their business, paying no attention to him. Just how he liked it.

  He pulled up the collar of his coat and climbed out. He checked the area once again. Although he knew he was safe, old habits died hard. “Stay,” he said to his trusted companion.

  The German shepherd, Scout, sat in his spot in the backseat. The retired military working dog’s ears perked up, waiting for his command. Grady gave a hand signal and the animal lay down. “Be right back, boy.”

  Grady was adjusting to his new life, too. Suddenly becoming a civilian after twenty years in the army wasn’t an easy transition, especially after his last tour of duty. So temporarily living at his grandfather’s old cabin was a good thing. It gave him time to heal physically and think about the future. He’d loved the solitude he found in the San Juan Mountains until he found there was a trespasser on his land.

  He was going to let the sheriff handle it.

  Grady walked through the front door and the room was a buzz of activity. He removed his cowboy hat and looked around. He could sense something was wrong. That was when he caught sight of the small dark-haired woman seated next to the desk. Worry was evident on her face, along with her tears. He decided his business could wait and started to leave when Reed Larkin came out of his office.

  The woman stood and hurried to the sheriff. “Please, Reed, we need to start looking for Zack right now.”

  “And we will, Gina. First, I had to issue an Amber Alert on the boy, and find a description of Eric’s last-known vehicle.” He glanced over the paper. “That was a 1998 primer-gray Ford truck, Colorado license.” He read off the numbers. “I have all the state agencies involved in the search, Gina.”

  That description sparked Grady’s interest. He walked up to the twosome. “Maybe I can help.”

  They both turned to him, but his attention went to the pretty brunette with the wide green eyes. Grady quickly turned to the sheriff, shielding his injured side.

  “Hey, Grady, I haven’t seen you in town for a while.”

  “There’s been no need, until today. You’re looking for a gray truck? I might know where you can find it.”

  Gina forced herself to draw in her next breath as she looked up at the giant of a man. He had a head full of sandy-brown hair that curled in thick waves. His dark eyes were deep-set and edged with tiny lines. His chiseled jaw was firm and clean-shaved. She caught a glimpse of an angry red scar on the side of his neck.

  Gina gasped. “Where?”

  Suddenly the man turned his intense gaze on her. Her first instinct was to back away from the intimidating man, but she forced herself to listen to what he had to say.

  She forced herself to move closer. “Did you see a little boy, Mr...?”

  “It’s Fletcher, ma’am. Grady Fletcher. There’s a truck with that description on my grandfather’s property. But I haven’t seen anyone.”

  The sheriff spoke up. “This is Gina Williams, Grady. Her seven-year-old son has been taken by his father. Eric Lowell was recently released from prison for drug possession and abuse. He kidnapped the boy from his home sometime during the night. We believe he’s dangerous, so any help would be appreciated. Where did you see the vehicle?”

  Grady nodded. “On the northeast section of my grandfather’s property,” he told them. “The truck is partly hidden off the road just below Rocky Top Ridge.”

  Reed Larkin frowned. “Where your granddad’s old mines are?”

  The man nodded. “As far as I can tell the truck has been there a few days. I came in to report it. I figured they were thinking the mine is abandoned, or they’re trying to jump Fletch’s old claim.”

  “Oh, God,” Gina gasped and turned to the sheriff. “Eric’s been in town that long, stalking us?”

  “It’s okay, Gina. We’re going to get him.” He looked back at Grady. “When was the last time you saw the truck?”

  “At dawn this morning,” the man said.

  Reed nodded. “Did he see you?”

  “Not unless he was out walking around early. There wasn’t anyone in the truck when I found it.”

  “Good, we have a possible location,” the sheriff said. “My bet is he’s holed up in one of the old mines. Can you take us there, Grady?”

  He shrugged. “It’s pretty rough terrain, but my dog might be able to pick up the trail. Are you and your men experienced hikers?”

  Larkin nodded. “We’ve all had survival training. I hope the weather holds out today.”

  They started to walk away. Gina went after them. “Wait,” she called. “Please, take me with you.”

  Reed went to her. “Gina, no. You can’t handle the climb.”

  She blinked. “You have no idea what I can handle, Reed. My son is up there with a man who swore he’d get even with me. I’m not going to stand by and wait while he takes his revenge out on Zack.”

  The sheriff shook his head. “It’s not safe.”

  “I can do this. And I know Eric. I know what pushes his buttons. Besides, he doesn’t want Zack, or he’d be on the road heading for parts unknown.”

  She exchanged a glance with Grady Fletcher. “He wants me.” She stood straight. “And as long as my son is safe, I’m willing to make a trade.”

  * * *

  Minutes later, Grady stood out of the way as the sheriff made arrangements to leave. It hadn’t taken long for Reed to give in to the mother’s plea. Grady didn’t like this plan, not one bit. Take this woman with them. No way.

  He shook his head. He didn’t need this problem. All he had to do was take them up to the mine, then leave the sheriff to handle the rest. Right. He wasn’t made that way. In the army he’d become a take-charge-guy as a means of survival. But that was before the explosion, before he gave up his career. He shoved the memory aside and turned his thoughts to the problem at hand.

  This Lowell must be a crazy bastard to come in and steal his own kid. It definitely could turn out badly.

  Just then Gina Williams came out of Reed Larkin’s office. She’d chan
ged into hiking boots laced up at the bottom of her jeans. A sweatshirt under a quilted down vest would keep her warm against the cool day. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail and a wide-brimmed hat to protect her from the elements. Springtime in Colorado was unpredictable. It could mean anything from rain to a full-blown snowstorm.

  A blonde woman walked out behind the boy’s mother. He recognized her as Lorelei Hutchinson Yeager. She’d pretty much owned this town since her father’s death last year. Grady knew about the Hutchinsons only because of his grandfather’s stories. Old Fletch had a strong dislike for any members of the town’s founding family. It had something to do with disagreements over land rights.

  Grady stood straighter when the two women walked his way. Ms. Williams had a stuffed toy in her hand.

  “Mr. Fletcher, this is my sister, Lori Yeager. Lori, Grady Fletcher.”

  He nodded. “Mrs. Yeager.”

  She managed a smile. “It’s Lori. And I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your help finding my nephew. Zack means the world to us. If there’s anything you need, let Reed know.”

  Gina looked at Grady. “The sheriff said you have a dog who can track.”

  He wasn’t about to explain that he’d been through hell and back. “Scout was a military working dog. We’re both retired now.”

  Gina held up a floppy-eared rabbit. “This belongs to Zack. Do you think he could pick up his scent?”

  Since Scout’s injury, he hadn’t been put to the test. “It’s worth a try.”

  She hugged her sister and they all walked outside. The sheriff and his two men had loaded up the white four-wheel drive SUV. After instruction to lead, Grady climbed in his own truck and Scout greeted him.

  “Looks like we got some work to do. You up to it, fella?”

  Surprisingly the animal let out a bark as the