Texas after th

nt of home. But I wasn't here for a happy reunion. I w

eeded a discreet, full-time caretaker at his remote Wyoming retreat, someone completely trust

e Gabby was too fragile, too delic

, her voice thick with tears. "You can ha

life on hold for G

use. The place was buzzing with activity, cars lining th

y travel-worn jeans and

resses. And at the center of it all stood my mother, beaming, with Gabby at her si

arismatic oil tycoon whose family

! To the union of the Fuller and Scott families! To my d

oval. My daughter? The Fu

ate this engagement," my mother announced. "The deed to the Black Creek parcel, a joi

oil-rich piece of land our family co-owne

sk of sweet delight,

rowd, pushed past the table, and snatched the deed from the

to you," I said, my

s er

sin, what are you doing?" She turned to my mot

rm of fury. "Jocelyn Fuller! Look at you! Cov

ay from the center of the room. "What ar

arm free. "My engagement?

n like this!" she cried out to the guests. "Always trying to take

the ranch foreman, a man named Hank. "This is a di

t of ev

glare was steel. He unhooked the

d Man Hemlock, the cowboy who taught me to ride, threw himself in fr

se," he begged. "S

ith rage. "This girl is just a troubled niece we t

finger at both of us.