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  “How long are you here for?” Dean asked.

  “Not sure.”

  Sunny quickly lowered her gaze. Something was bothering her. Was it concern about her dad and how easily she could have lost him, too?

  The Breckinridges had suffered more loss than any family should.

  “Come down to the barn tomorrow,” he said, wanting to divert her thoughts away from her sudden mood change. “One of the cats had kittens not long ago. I bet the twins would like them.”

  “Sounds like a good idea.”

  When Sunny smiled at him, that problematic jittery feeling he often had around her kicked into high gear in his middle. This time he was the one who needed to lower his gaze to his dinner.

  Think about kittens. Think about kittens. Think about kittens.

  It didn’t matter how cute those barn kittens were. They were never going to be enough to shove thoughts of Sunny Breckinridge’s smile out of his mind.

  Dear Reader,

  It’s nice to be back bringing you another tale of love in the American West after a bit of time away. I’m happy to be writing a story set in my fictional town of Jade Valley, Wyoming, a little slice of the Cowboy State that has a lot of wide-open spaces and stunning natural beauty. And, of course, romance is in the air for local girl turned world-traveling business consultant Sunny Breckinridge and her longtime friend Dean Wheeler, who never left their little hometown or the ranch where they both grew up.

  The Rancher’s Unexpected Twins is a modern-day marriage of convenience story filled with the ups and downs, humor and sorrow, and love and loss that fill all of our lives. Sunny and Dean have to navigate all of it on the road from fake romance to true love.

  This is my first venture into writing for Harlequin Heartwarming, and I hope you enjoy the result. I love to hear from readers, and you can contact me through my website at trishmilburn.com or via my various social media, which you can find linked on my site.

  Trish Milburn

  The Rancher’s Unexpected Twins

  Trish Milburn

  Trish Milburn is the author of more than fifty novels and novellas, romances set everywhere from quaint small towns in the American West to the bustling city of Seoul, South Korea. When she’s not writing or brainstorming new stories, she enjoys reading, listening to K-pop, watching K-dramas, spending probably way too much time on Twitter and, since she lives in Florida, yes, walks on the beach.

  Books by Trish Milburn

  Harlequin Western Romance

  Blue Falls, Texas

  Her Perfect Cowboy

  Having the Cowboy’s Baby

  Marrying the Cowboy

  The Doctor’s Cowboy

  Her Cowboy Groom

  The Heart of a Cowboy

  Home on the Ranch

  A Rancher to Love

  The Cowboy Takes a Wife

  In the Rancher’s Arms

  The Rancher’s Surprise Baby

  Her Texas Rodeo Cowboy

  Twins for the Rancher

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  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

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM FALLING FOR THE LAWMAN BY CLAIRE McEWEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  THE LAST THING Sunny Breckinridge expected to do while driving toward Jade Valley, Wyoming, was laugh so hard she snorted. But she dared anyone who knew the owners of the only two restaurants in her hometown to not do the same. The two small signs advertising Trudy’s Café and Alma’s Diner that had once stood on opposite sides of the rural highway had graduated to full-size billboards throwing shade at each other.

  Visit Alma’s Diner, Best Food in Jade Valley.

  Trudy’s Cafe, Where the Locals Eat... For Good Reason.

  It seemed the ladies’ mysterious, long-standing feud was still going strong.

  But that wasn’t surprising, for various reasons. Things didn’t change much in Jade Valley. Sure, the names on the teachers’ rosters were different from year to year, but not that different. Generation after generation of the same families had called this valley home since Samuel Tillson had first settled here in 1842, deciding he’d had enough of a trip westward along the Oregon Trail. When he’d chosen a name for his new home, he’d selected it because of the color of area vegetation, having no clue that actual jade would be discovered in Wyoming decades later and become the state gemstone. Of course, that little historical tidbit didn’t keep shopkeepers in Jade Valley from selling jade items to the occasional tourist who wandered through as if it was the source of the town’s name all along.

  She slowed down when a coyote dashed across the road ahead of her, allowing it to pass to the other side, then proceeded on into town. As she drove into the small business district, it felt as if she’d entered a time capsule. Sure, there were a couple of noticeable cosmetic changes since she’d visited at Christmas. The bank had a new sign and the corner lot where the long-out-of-business movie-rental store had been now held a small farmer’s market.

  Her best friend, Maya Pine, had said the abandoned store had burned down after some New Year’s fireworks went awry. When the rubble that remained was cleared away early in the summer, people started setting up impromptu tents to sell their extra garden items, from-scratch pies, handmade soaps and such. And thus the pop-up Jade Valley Farmer’s Market was born, with vendors and wares varying from day to day.

  With no stoplights in town, she breezed through to the other side and headed farther into the valley, toward the Riverside Ranch. The happiness at being back in the valley where she’d lived until going away to college started to give way to the sadness that was inextricably a part of any visit home now.

  Sunny shook her head. She couldn’t focus on the losses, even though they had led to this unexpected trip home.

  Ten minutes later, she made the turn onto the gravel entrance road that ran along the western edge of the ranch and bordered the river where her dad had taught her and her brother, Jason, to fish. The number of times she’d sat beside that river while doing homework or reading for pleasure were immeasurable. With the mountains rising in the distance, some of them tipped with snow year-round, this really was one of the most beautiful places in the world to her, even considering how much she’d traveled around the globe.

  She passed the small log home where the ranch foreman lived. Dean Wheeler held that post now, taking over when his dad retired from the job he’d held since before Sunny and Dean were born. She didn’t see either Dean or his truck, but since it was late afternoon he was probably still out working on the ranch somewhere.

  Ranch work never stopped, and this time of year he could be directing the movement of cattle from one pasture to another, doing the first hay cut of the year, mending fences or any number of other tasks. Were it not for the cast on his leg, her father would no doubt be right there beside Dean working in the late spring flowing into early summer air.

  Even with a foreman and ranch hands to h
andle the work, her dad didn’t show any signs of slowing down. At least not until he had fallen off his horse and broken his tibia, and had been forced to take it easy.

  She followed the curve in the road and finally spotted the larger house that she’d called home until leaving for the University of Wyoming and then on to LA after graduation. Her heart filled with love and nostalgia...and with loss.

  After parking, she took a slow, deep breath, determined not to bring any of the sadness inside with her. There had been too much sorrow within those walls, and she was determined that there would be no more. At least not the overt, heavily weighted kind that had threatened to suffocate her in the weeks following each loss of a family member.

  When she stepped through the front door a couple of minutes later, two blond little heads turned her way from where they stood in their playpen watching a fishing show on the TV alongside their grandpa. Lily gave her a slobbery grin, but Liam returned his attention to the TV. Yeah, that little boy was going to be the spitting image of Jason, in appearance as well as personality. Sunny thought that might give her both comfort and heartache, in equal measures. And her dad probably saw it too, every day. Did the resemblance affect him the same way?

  “I’d stand up and give you a hug, but I just managed to get comfortable,” her dad said from his perch in his favorite leather recliner.

  She smiled. “Then I guess I’ll come to you, you klutz.”

  “Hey!”

  Sunny laughed as she crossed the room, then bent over to give her dad a hug.

  “Did you forget how to ride a horse in your old age?” Anyone could have fallen off a horse spooked by a rattlesnake, but she liked to tease her dad nonetheless. It was better than thinking about how much worse his fall could have been. If he’d hit his head...

  No, don’t go there. Don’t borrow trouble.

  “I think you got extra sassy since the last time you were here.”

  “That’s me, sassy Sunny.”

  Lily started bouncing on her chubby little legs, her arms stretched above her head in the universal sign of babies who wanted to be picked up. Auntie Sunny complied and lifted the little darling into her arms, booping her on the nose with her own, eliciting a riot of giggles.

  The fact that his sister had been sprung from the baby jail finally registering, Liam abandoned his TV viewing and started to whimper.

  “Are you jealous?” Sunny asked as she bent over and retrieved him with her other arm. “Oh, you two are a lot heavier than I expected.”

  “I swear if you sit and watch them for a few minutes, you’ll actually see them grow,” her dad said. “Bring him here.”

  “He’ll be all wiggly. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

  “Who do you think holds them when you’re not here?”

  Sunny froze, and her dad’s eyes widened.

  “I didn’t mean anything by that.”

  She knew he didn’t, at least she didn’t think he did, but the guilt still ate at her. She’d spent as much time as she could helping out after Jason and Amanda’s accident, but she’d eventually had to go back to LA or risk losing her job. But as she’d sat at her desk that first day back, it had been all she could do to keep from crying—for the loss of her brother, her sweet sister-in-law, for the twins who’d have no memory of their parents and for her dad.

  He’d lost the love of his life, then raised Sunny and Jason alone after their mother’s death. But Sunny had been thirteen then, Jason fifteen, old enough to take care of themselves. Twin infants were a different story altogether, and she’d left him there to fend for himself while he was also grieving the loss of his son and daughter-in-law.

  Sunny remembered how she’d hidden in the company ladies’ room and called her dad, tears streaming down her face, saying she’d quit her job and come home. His response had bordered on angry as he’d told her she’d do no such thing.

  “Where’d your mind drift off to?”

  Her dad’s question brought her back to the present. “Huh?”

  He shook his head and motioned for her to give Liam to him. As she carried Liam over to his doting grandfather, Sunny wondered if her dad also had those kinds of moments where his thoughts took sudden detours into the past. Of course he did. How could he not?

  She glanced toward the kitchen.

  “Did Judy leave already? I thought she’d wait until I got here.”

  “Looks to the contrary, I do manage when she’s not here. It’s more difficult now, but I manage. I put them in the stroller and we all shuffle along. I told Judy to leave early. She’s been cooking for two solid days, stocking the fridge and freezer for the zombie apocalypse or something.”

  Sunny laughed a little at the words zombie apocalypse coming out of her dad’s mouth. He was about as likely to watch a zombie film as she was to watch one of his hunting and fishing shows. She didn’t mind fishing, but she didn’t understand the allure of watching other people do it on TV. It seemed more like a sure cure for insomnia.

  Lily grabbed Sunny’s nose as if it was a new toy.

  “Hey, you little stinker.”

  Lily grinned, showing two tiny front lower teeth. Sunny laughed.

  “This is the only time you’re going to be cute with only two teeth.”

  Her dad snorted. “Don’t let Elmer Fisk hear you say that.”

  “How old is he now?” Elmer Fisk was one odd bird who’d held more jobs in Sunny’s lifetime than he had teeth in his head, even for a short time as one of the hands on her family’s ranch during calving season.

  “No one knows, but he did finally retire. Now he just hangs out around town and talks to whoever will stop long enough to hear his opinions on anything and everything.”

  Sunny could imagine Elmer doing exactly that, the same as she could imagine almost every one of the four hundred and ninety-nine current residents of Jade Valley doing things that were uniquely them. Being able to do that for the more than thirteen million people who lived in the LA metro area was literally impossible.

  She tried not to think about the other reason she’d come home. Trying to convince her dad to sell the family ranch and move himself and the twins to LA with her wasn’t a conversation for her first night back. She was too tired from traveling, and she wanted some nice, heartwarming family time before the inevitable disagreement. It was going to take all the finesse she possessed to get her dad to see the wisdom of the move.

  But she had to get him to agree. Taking care of the twins and the ranch, even though he had ranch hands for the latter, was a lot to handle without a broken leg. Right now it was too much for him, no matter how he claimed otherwise. Maybe if the twins were older and didn’t require constant care, it would be a different story. But they weren’t. Lily and Liam couldn’t even communicate with words yet, let alone feed, clean and clothe themselves. If they lived with her or even nearby, she could help with them while still being able to work. And she’d be able to spend time with her dad that didn’t require taking vacation days, air travel and rented cars.

  Even knowing the change would be for the best, the thought of selling the ranch hurt her heart. It had been in her family since her great-grandfather started out with a few acres and gradually added to it, and each successive generation continuing to do the same. Her entire family loved this land, but sometimes life dealt you blows that necessitated unexpected change. Sunny hoped her mother and Jason would forgive her for what she had to do.

  After catching up with her dad a bit, she made her way to the kitchen to see what Judy had fixed for dinner. As soon as she stepped into the other room, delicious scents greeted her. Lily wiggled in her arms, making Sunny smile.

  “Smells good, huh?”

  Lily grinned and waved one of her little arms as if to agree.

  “You are just too cute for words, little Miss Lily.” Sunny planted a kiss on her niece’s forehead then
approached the stove to find mashed potatoes, green beans with bacon and a meat loaf that looked and smelled as if it would convert even avowed meat loaf haters.

  She headed back into the living room to return Lily to the playpen to free up both hands for setting the table. A knock at the door surprised her and it was comical how Lily and Liam looked toward the sound in unison. They had twinning down.

  “You expecting someone?”

  “Nope.”

  Lily still perched on her hip, Sunny crossed to the front door. When she opened it, Dean Wheeler stood there, hat in hand, somehow looking taller than when she’d last seen him. Grown men didn’t grow taller past their teens, did they?

  “Hey, Dean, it’s nice to see you,” she said. “Is something wrong?”

  Dean hesitated for a moment before responding. “Oh hey, Sunny. Uh, no, nothing wrong. Some of your dad’s mail was just in my box.”

  “That substitute driver has been delivering mail to the wrong people all along this route,” her dad said.

  Dean extended a stack of envelopes and junk mail toward Sunny.

  “Thanks.”

  “How was your trip?” he asked.

  “Tiring, as usual. Glad to be home, though I could have done without the old man trying to break himself in two.”

  “Sorry about that,” Dean said.

  “Pretty sure you didn’t put that snake there, or push him off his horse.”

  “How about you two stop talking in the open doorway,” her dad said behind her. “Come on in, Dean. We’re about to have dinner, and I’m pretty sure Judy made enough for half the valley.”

  “I don’t want to intrude on your family time,” Dean said, making as if he was going to step back and leave.

  Sunny made a pfft sound. “Don’t be silly. Come on in.”

  As if to add her agreement, Lily leaned forward and stuck her arms out toward Dean.

  “Well, I’m already being abandoned,” Sunny said.

  Dean smiled at his little admirer then glanced at Sunny. “You don’t mind?”