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“We were so young,” Frannie whispered. “What we were feeling wasn’t real. It would never have worked.”
“Maybe, maybe not. Maybe this is all about another chance.”
“How can we have another chance? I’m not the same person I was. Neither are you.”
“You think so?” Roberto murmured. “Let’s find out.”
And he leaned in to press his mouth to hers.
Nearly two decades had passed and she’d forgotten a million and one things in that time. But she remembered his kisses, oh, she remembered his kisses.
Dear Reader,
“If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants,” Sir Isaac Newton famously said. In writing the wrap-up book for the latest Fortune family continuity, THE FORTUNES OF TEXAS: RETURN TO RED ROCK, I’ve definitely stood on the shoulders of giants. The sixty-plus books that are part of the various Fortunes continuities feature a host of bestselling and award-winning authors, as well as a collection of beloved characters. Tall order, then, to step in and add my bit to the whole, but we’re very excited about the Return to Red Rock continuity. We’ve got excitement, mystery, a dash of intrigue, a hint of danger and a generous helping of happily-ever-after. So pour yourself a cool drink, shut off the phone and curl up on the couch with us as the latest Fortunes find love.
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Enjoy!
Kristin Hardy
A FORTUNE WEDDING
KRISTIN HARDY
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Kristin Hardy for her contribution to the Fortunes of Texas: Return to Red Rock miniseries.
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KRISTIN HARDY
has always wanted to write, starting her first novel while still in grade school. Although she became a laser engineer by training, she never gave up her dream of being an author. In 2002, her first completed manuscript, My Sexiest Mistake, debuted in Harlequin’s Blaze line; it was subsequently made into a movie by the Oxygen network. Kristin lives in New Hampshire with her husband and collaborator. Check out her Web site at www.kristinhardy.com.
To Susan, for her patience and careful editing.
To the other Fortunes of Texas authors
for being great collaborators.
And to Stephen,
who’s been my best fortune yet.
Acknowledgments
Thanks go to William Hartley of the Hartley Law Firm and Lt. Ron Marquis of the Boerne, Texas Police Department for helping bring this story to life.
Any errors are mine.
Contents
Prologue
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
Epilogue
Prologue
Red Rock, Texas
July 1991
“Come on, boy, come on,” Roberto Mendoza muttered, crouching over the withers of Cisco, his big bay gelding, as they raced up the tree-studded grassy slope. The speed was intoxicating. The wind rushed over his skin. A kaleidoscope of sound filled his ears—the thud of hoofbeats, the rush of his own breath.
The silvery sound of laughter ahead of him.
And then they burst up onto the hilltop, the great blue bowl of the sky arching overhead.
“Hah! We beat you!” Frannie Fortune whooped, reining in her little chestnut mare and wheeling around. “Who says the girls can’t outdo the boys?” With her short, sunbeam-blond hair and tilted eyes, she looked like a pixie, ready for mischief.
Life, Roberto thought, just didn’t get any better than this.
“You girls only won because you took a shortcut,” he told her.
“Don’t blame us because we’re smarter. We just took a faster way.”
“Yeah, like straight up the side of the hill.”
“Admit it, you’re impressed.”
He grinned. “I am, but next time you decide to take your shortcut, leave me with a suicide note for your uncle. I’m supposed to be watching out for you.”
Her cheeks were still flushed with the excitement of the race. “I keep telling Uncle Ryan I don’t need looking after. So I got thrown once. It can happen to anyone. You try staying in the saddle when a killdeer flies up between the feet of that monster you’re on,” she challenged. “See how you feel when your fanny hits the ground.”
Roberto’s lips twitched as he slid off Cisco. “I guess you’ll have to come to my rescue.”
“If you’re lucky.” She gave him an arch look.
How had he ever thought her standoffish? It hadn’t been that, but simple shyness that had kept her quiet and to herself when she’d first arrived at the Double Crown Ranch where he worked. As the weeks had passed, she’d blossomed, quiet diffidence giving way to a sly humor that perpetually hovered around that delicate mouth, the surprisingly bawdy laughter that burst out of her more and more often as the days went by.
Maybe it was just being here, out on the ranch, amid the rolling terrain of Texas hill country. It could make anybody happy, although he might be biased. No matter where his life took him, Roberto thought, no place would ever feel as right as this patch of territory where he knew nearly every tree, bush and bird by name. It was in his blood, as much a part of him as his brown eyes.
Frannie walked over to stand next to him. “You think you’ll ever leave here?” she asked, as if she knew what he’d been thinking.
He watched as she bent down to pick a long stalk of grass. “I’d have to have a real good reason. I figure I’ll save my money, buy a place of my own someday.”
Living and working out on the land, he couldn’t imagine anything better. Certainly not sitting all day in a college classroom, no matter how much his father wanted him to. José Mendoza hadn’t taken the news of his twenty-year-old son dropping out well. To avoid skull fractures from the two of them butting heads in the family’s restaurant, Red, Roberto had come to work at the Double Crown, where his uncle Ruben Mendoza ran operations for the Fortune family.
And where the lovely, coltish Frannie had appeared for a visit just days later.
Too bad she’d somehow gotten snowed into dating Lloyd Fredericks, the original self-important, silver-spoon guy. But she was a Fortune and he was a Fredericks, so maybe they did belong together. It still set Roberto’s teeth on edge every time he saw Fredericks drive in to pick her up. The jer
k didn’t deserve a woman like Frannie.
“So, what are you going to call your ranch?” Frannie interrupted his thoughts. “The Rocking RM? The Double R?”
“I was thinking Red Oaks.”
“How about the Slowpoke?” she offered.
His eyes narrowed. “Remind me again who won when we raced last week?”
“That’s because you had an unfair advantage,” she argued. “Cisco’s two hands taller than Peaches. We had to outsmart you.”
What she’d done was about stop his heart when he’d seen her tearing up the side of the hill. She might have started out quiet and shy, but she was fearless now.
“You just got lucky this time,” he said.
“No, I was prepared,” Frannie corrected him, twirling her grass. “Lloyd says that’s what luck is, just opportunity meeting preparation.”
“That sounds like your boyfriend. Always looking for an angle.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just going out. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about Lloyd. You buy Red Oaks and I’ll come to visit.” She gave him an impish look. “And Peaches and I will beat you then, too.”
He reached out and swiped the blade of grass from her hand.
“Hey,” she protested.
“You need to learn some respect for your elders.”
“My elders?” She snorted. “You think a fancy new hat makes you all grown-up?” That all-too-delectable mouth of hers curved.
Roberto eyed her. “You got a problem with my hat?”
“I don’t know, but maybe you do.” And quick as a flash, she swiped the black Stetson and dashed away, squealing.
He sprinted after her. “Oh, you’re gonna be sorry.”
“Big talk,” she scoffed, clapping the hat on top of her head. She was willow thin and fleet, feinting one direction and dashing the other, making him give chase until both of them were laughing and out of breath, circling the red oak that crowned the top of the hill.
“Give it up,” he told her as they faced off on either side of a stand of piñon.
She glanced over to Peaches as though judging her distance. “Not a chance.” She faked one way and he mirrored her, faked the other. And then she went just a fraction too far and he whipped around the tree and caught her, snaking an arm around her waist to draw her in.
“That’s it, chica, you’re in for it now,” he growled.
“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do to me?” There was humor in those soft blue eyes, and mischief and glee. And under it all, something else, something that started the blood rushing in his veins. He caught a hint of scent that made him think of spring and sunshine. He could feel every breath she took. His pulse thundered in his ears.
She wasn’t even out of school yet, he reminded himself. He worked for her uncle. He had no business kissing her. Even as his lips hovered over hers, he made himself release her.
And then Frannie leaned in to press her sweet, warm mouth to his.
Chapter One
Red Rock, Texas
May 2009
Three days after the Spring Fling…
How in the name of God had it happened? Frannie Fredericks wondered as she stared through the visitor’s window in the Red Rock County Jail. One minute she’d been riding horses that golden summer, the next she’d been pregnant, the next, married.
And the next, she’d been bent over her husband’s dead body at the town’s Spring Fling, the blood on her hands black in the moonlight.
Suspicion had slid into interrogation, and, impossibly, arrest, the giddy shrieks of the kids on the carnival rides fifty yards away still ringing in her ears. And now, she was here in the county jail on the wrong side of the barrier, accused of Lloyd Fredericks’ murder.
Lily Fortune, Frannie’s sort-of aunt, sat as calm and poised as an aristocrat, her dark hair up in a twist, her hand holding the black telephone receiver that linked them. From the rows of windows to either side they heard angry accusations, plaintive whispers, false bravado as people visited sons and daughters, spouses, lovers, friends. The temperature in the room rose with the closely packed bodies.
“You really don’t have to come here,” Frannie said into the handset.
Lily gave a serene smile. “Of course I do. You forget, I know what it’s like.”
Almost ten years before, Lily had been the one behind bars, wrongly accused of the murder of Ryan Fortune’s then wife. She’d been freed, though, freed to finally marry Ryan, her lifelong love, freed to find happiness.
Frannie could barely remember what happiness felt like. “How did you make it through?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
“I knew I was innocent. The same way you’re innocent. Of course, it would help matters if you told that to someone. Or if you told them anything else that you know.”
Anything else that you know. Frannie looked down at the floor. “My lawyer said we shouldn’t talk about the case.”
Lily was silent for a long moment, then let out a quiet sigh. “All right. We’re behind you, Frannie, whatever you decide. And we’re doing our best to get you out of here. That DA makes me so mad, holding you without bail as a campaign stunt. We’ll have you out of here soon, though. William’s working on it.”
William Fortune, Frannie’s uncle. Something flickered in Lily’s eyes when she said his name, a light that had been missing in the four years since she’d lost Ryan to cancer. Frannie’s life might have been in turmoil, the lives of all of the Fortunes of late, but at least one good thing had come of it.
“You like him, don’t you?”
“Well, of course,” Lily answered too quickly. “He’s been very helpful since he came out from California.”
“I don’t think it has anything to do with being helpful,” Frannie countered. “And you’re blushing.”
Lily straightened. “I am not. It’s just warm in here.”
For the first time since that nightmare moment of discovering Lloyd’s body, Frannie found herself smiling. “You’ve always been so good to me,” she said.
“You make it easy.”
The two women had hit it off from the day they’d met, despite the twenty-five-year difference in their ages. Maybe it was that they were both outsiders of a sort—Lily because she’d just married into the Fortune family and Frannie because, well, the children of a family’s black sheep always were.
Growing up, all Frannie had ever wanted was a normal life—a home instead of a succession of apartments and hotels, a father instead of a parade of uncles. She would have traded anything she had for a stable, loving mother. Instead, she and her brothers had been stuck with the brash, temperamental, self-destructive Cindy Fortune, which had been better than being raised by wolves, but only marginally. Cindy operated on three levels: derision, manipulation and indifference.
She’d been working on husband number five when a few too many drinks and some ill-advised behavior had wrecked it. Short on money—her trust fund was long gone—she’d had to go to plan B. For housing, a stay on a yacht in the Mediterranean with some of her jet-setting friends. And if she couldn’t marry for money herself, she’d marry her daughter off, instead. So she’d dumped seventeen-year-old Frannie with Ryan and the rest of the Fortunes at the Double Crown, taking care to introduce her to the wealthy Fredericks family and their eligible son before heading out to Santorini.
How strange it had been to be with people who didn’t make a lifestyle of making scenes, Frannie remembered. Adults who were responsible. Cindy might have infuriated and appalled them, but they never gave a hint of it to Frannie, just loved her and encouraged her and gave her the space to discover who she really was.
“Cindy dropped me at the ranch like extra baggage.” Frannie shook her head. “No one ever said anything, not Uncle Kingston, not Uncle Ryan.”
Lily frowned. “You weren’t extra baggage, you were family. Kingston offered to let you stay from the time you were a toddler, you know.”
“What?” Startled, Fr
annie stared at her.
“Every time Cindy showed up angling for money and talking about what a burden motherhood was, he’d offer to take you, all of you kids. When you were about five, Kingston demanded that she let him adopt the lot of you.” Lily looked down. “She said no, of course. Ryan said it was the worst fight they’d ever had.”
“I had no idea. She never said…”
“She wouldn’t, would she?” Lily put her hand to the clear barrier between them. “Frannie, you’re dear to all of us and we all want you out of here. Whatever you think it’s doing to help your case by staying quiet, you’re wrong. Don’t make a mistake that you’re going to pay for forever.”
But she already had—that long-ago summer when Lloyd Fredericks had come around flirting. Lloyd had been a junior at Rice University, sophisticated and handsome and initially irresistible.
Until she’d gotten to know Roberto Mendoza, the dark-eyed ranch hand with the smile that flashed like hidden treasure. She’d lost her heart. He’d walked away.
And then things had changed shockingly quickly. One moment she’d had all the possibilities in the world. The next, only a single option had remained—a night’s misjudgment becoming a life choice. The years had gone by, her world shrinking around her until she no longer recognized that girl she’d been. And now she was here, accused of Lloyd’s murder, unable to deny it.
Unable to even bring herself to think about the alternative—-that the one who really belonged in the cell might be Josh, their son.
Roberto Mendoza stood in the afternoon sunlight of the empty field, watching a line of ants weave a path through the grass. Ticket stubs and bits of litter fluttered in the breeze, scudding along to catch around the bottoms of the row of honey mesquite that lined the field’s edge. They were almost finished blooming now, showering the grass with their pale yellow petals and infusing the air with a faint hint of sweetness. It was the scent that always made him think of home.