Last-Chance Marriage Rescue

  Thank God she didn’t leave him standing there like a fool.

  She stepped forward and finally, finally, he had his wife in his arms, her hair flying behind her with each swing, her cheeks flushed and her eyes alive.

  In the warm glow of lights strung overhead, her brown eyes glistened, her breath whispering across his skin as a twirl landed her close to his cheek.

  “I forgot you could dance like this.”

  “I believe I forgot, as well. But it feels good to see you smile.”

  “Keep dancing and I’ll keep right on smiling, cowboy.”

  If only it could be that simple.

  He felt the electricity hum in the rapidly diminishing space between them. Lips so close as they passed, heat and fire in their gaze. Need rose in his chest with each ragged breath.

  A fat gray tabby pressed against his legs and hers, seeming to push them closer and closer. Until they were seconds, a mere breath away. And then she swayed into him, only a hint, but it was all the encouragement he needed to capture her lips.

  * * *

  TOP DOG DUDE RANCH

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome to Moonlight Ridge, Tennessee, home to the Top Dog Dude Ranch, renowned for family-friendly rustic retreats that heal broken hearts. Some say it’s the majestic mountain vistas. Others vow there’s magic in the hot springs. All agree, there’s something special about the four-legged creatures at the Top Dog Dude Ranch that give guests a “new leash on love.”

  Thank you so much for picking up the first novel in my Top Dog Dude Ranch series, Last-Chance Marriage Rescue. I’m thrilled to say there are already more Top Dog adventures on the horizon! For more info on upcoming stories (and my own adventures with my canine buddies), check out my website, www.catherinemann.com.

  Happy reading!

  Cathy

  Last-Chance Marriage Rescue

  Catherine Mann

  USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Mann has won numerous awards for her novels, including both a prestigious RITA® Award and an RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award. After years of moving around the country bringing up four children, Catherine has settled in her home state of South Carolina, where she’s active in animal rescue. For more information, visit her website, catherinemann.com.

  Books by Catherine Mann

  Harlequin Special Edition

  Top Dog Dude Ranch

  Last-Chance Marriage Rescue

  Harlequin Desire

  Alaskan Oil Barons

  The Baby Claim

  The Double Deal

  The Love Child

  The Twin Birthright

  The Second Chance

  The Rancher’s Seduction

  The Billionaire Renegade

  The Secret Twin

  Texas Cattleman’s Club: Houston

  Hot Holiday Rancher

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

  To Jim

  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

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from The Family She Didn’t Expect by Helen Lacey

  Prologue

  Kacie Archer swirled the lasso over her head, eyeing the blasted target.

  Her twin sister, Kelsey.

  Her perfect sister.

  Except today Kelsey was being sneaky for once, using the computer in their dad’s barn office when it was strictly off-limits. A total shocker since she never broke the rules. She’d always one-upped Kacie since the day she was born first. Kelsey even skipped ahead to the fifth grade this year, while Kacie was still struggling not to fall behind in the fourth. The only thing she did well? Rope and ride.

  Things she wouldn’t get to do anymore once they lost their family’s dairy farm. Who knew when and where they would move?

  This year might be her last chance to win the fall festival roping competition. And win in a higher age division.

  Her version of skipping a grade.

  She kicked through the bit of scattered straw on the pine floor and wondered how many more times she would get to hang out in her dad’s barn office. She picked through memories of time spent in the office. Under the desk playing with Waffles when he was a kitten. Watching through a hole in the door as her dad delivered a calf. Wearing her uncle’s favorite Stetson as a reward for doing her math homework. Uncle Tyler had always said he was cowboy at heart, not a dairy farmer.

  Focus. Practice. Kacie finessed the rope snaking in lazy circles with just the right speed to keep it aloft, timing her motions in sync with the click, click, clicking of the milking machines beyond the office door. She took in the years of photos of the dairy farm covering the planked walls and willed away the urge to cry. Being angry at Kelsey was easier.

  Kacie launched the lasso at Kelsey. The rippling loop soared like a dream in flight, just waiting to land, to grab hold and contain the target. Closer, closer, closer still it rippled.

  And missed.

  The rope smacked the old wood desk, startling the snoozing tabby cat into motion, which toppled a tin can full of pens. Waffles dodged markers and highlighters as they flew onto the computer keyboard.

  Her twin shot to her feet, blue eyes flashing as pens rolled off onto the planked floor. “Hey, be careful. I’ve been working on this flyer for two hours.” She grabbed the can and knelt in the middle of the mess. “I need to finish before Mom and Dad come back here.”

  “Why? Because you’re scared you’ll get in trouble for using the computer for some dumb school project without permission?” Kacie reeled in the rope.

  “Of course I’m afraid of them finding out what I’m doing.” She reached deep under the desk, her blond braids swinging forward. “You should be, too, since you’ve been sitting around watching me when you’re still grounded for putting your backpack over that kid’s head on the bus. Now finish cleaning up so I can get back to work.”

  “Do it yourself.” Kacie adjusted the slipknot on her lasso, huffing a hank of hair off her sweaty forehead. “There’s no way I’m helping you with anything after how you ratted me out.”

  “Not even if what I’m doing is to save our family?” She placed the can in its exact same spot on the desk, between a lamp and a paperweight made of horseshoes—a Father’s Day gift Kelsey had made in art class.

  “Last time I checked,” Kacie said, “you weren’t some magic genie able to give out miracles.”

  “Well, duh.” Kelsey started typing again. “But I was looking around on the internet and found this place called the Top Dog Dude Ranch. It’s in Moonlight Ridge, Tennessee. Doesn’t that sound dreamy?”

  Kacie grunted, using one foot to corral some highlighters into a pile.

  Kelsey continued, “They do more than getaways for couples. They advertise family vacations. I think if we get them away from all the stress here, Mom and Dad will remember they love each other.”

  Fat chance of that.

  “I thought you were the smart one. Those places cost a lot of money.” She jammed the markers she’d gathered back into the can, then slithered her rope along the floor to lure Waffles from the wind
owsill.

  “That’s why I’ve been working on a fundraiser. We’re going to wash dogs. It’ll be a secret, though. No spoiling the surprise.” Kelsey turned the computer monitor toward Kacie, the screen filled with a picture of the two of them bathing their family dogs, their mom and dad smiling as they watched.

  What a joke.

  “I think that’s a stupid idea.” She knew it wasn’t fair to snap at her sister. It wasn’t Kelsey’s fault she was so darn perfect. But there was so much sadness in their family these days, and a trip was only going to make it worse. “Don’t you remember the last time we went on a vacation? They fought so hard over where to stop for lunch, we had to turn around before we even made it to the campground.”

  Anger chewed up her insides just thinking about that day. She’d been looking forward to exploring a cave like her parents promised. Just another broken promise because they got mad at each other.

  “But the Top Dog Dude Ranch is special. Some say it’s even magical with how they help families get better.”

  Frustration and sadness bubbled over. “That’s bull. They’re just trying to steal your money. You’d be better off saving up for a new tablet so you don’t have to use Dad’s computer or the school’s Chromebook.”

  “Don’t you want Mom and Dad to get back together?”

  “I want them to stop fighting,” she cried, then bit her lip. Hard.

  She was tired of being sad all the time. Sad over her parents arguing about money. Sad because they were going to lose the farm since they were broke from taking care of Uncle Tyler after he got sick. Sad over Uncle Tyler dying.

  Everything was changing.

  Kelsey’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine. Keep playing with your rope. But just at least think about helping me.”

  “We would have to wash all the dogs in the entire state.” Although that was the only halfway fun part about her sister’s plan. Kacie loved dogs.

  “I’ve done the math. It’s cheaper since we would only have to drive two hours—which is also less time for Mom and Dad to fight in the car.”

  Her sister kinda had a point with that one. “I still think it’s a scam.”

  “If you’re right about the Top Dog Dude Ranch being a hoax, then they’ll spend the whole week bickering and you can say ‘I told you so.’ Will that make you happy?”

  “Maybe.” Anything was better than how she felt now. At least people would quit pretending things might change for the better with her parents.

  “Don’t you want to prove you’re right?” her sister taunted.

  “How?”

  “I’m glad you asked.” Kelsey clicked more computer keys and the printer fired up, spitting out papers. “Help me raise the money and we can see which one of us is right.”

  Somehow she’d walked straight into the trap of helping her anyway. She sighed all the way to her feet, curling her rope back into a circle.

  “Okay then.” She clunked the lasso on the edge of the desk. “Even if we raise enough money to go, I’m not going to help you matchmake with some silly games that won’t even work and will probably just make them fight with each other.”

  “You can do whatever you want once we get there. I’ve got the magic of Moonlight Ridge, Tennessee, on my side.” She turned back to her seat. “If you keep throwing like you’re doing today, you’re gonna need some of that magic to win the competition.”

  Kacie dropped into a seat beside her sister and started folding flyers. “You’re gonna eat those words when I win your stupid bet about this trip to the Top Dog Dude Ranch.”

  And in a flash she knew that going on this trip really was what she wanted most. What she wanted even more than winning that lasso competition. She wanted to stop waiting for the next explosion that would end everything. She was tired of never knowing when it would be time to move. So she was going to do everything possible to make this ill-fated family vacation happen.

  After all the stress and tears over the last year, she wanted her parents to—finally—call it quits.

  Chapter One

  Four weeks later

  “I’m ready to call it quits with Douglas.” Nina Archer gripped her cell phone, wishing she could pour out her heart to her foster sister in person over a bottomless bowl of popcorn.

  If ever she’d needed support in person, now was the time. Her eyes were still bleary from crying half the night.

  Switching her cell onto speakerphone, Nina picked her way through the wooded trail behind the back pasture of her family’s small dairy farm, praying the walk would ease her stress headache. “I just don’t know what else to do, Ashlynn.”

  “Oh, no,” her foster sister whispered, Ashlynn’s voice cracking. “I really thought you two had what it takes. Do you want me to drive over?”

  Yes.

  Absolutely yes.

  But she couldn’t ask Ashlynn to spend the gas money. Her foster sister still lived in their small North Carolina hometown, working the same fast-food job she had when Nina left for college in Tennessee. When Nina felt tense about her own family’s financial concerns, she reminded herself that Ashlynn struggled even harder. Yet she never failed to be a sounding board for her whenever Nina needed an ear.

  “Thanks, but I’m okay.” A lie. “I just need to vent.”

  Stepping over a rotted log, she shivered inside her long-sleeved thermal T-shirt. She’d hiked this path often in the past year—always alone—trying to exercise the frustration from her marriage. But no more. She had a line on a rental house and wanted to get settled before the holidays.

  “Well, vent away. Take as long as you need. I’m alone on a Friday with just my laundry,” Ashlynn said, the sounds of a Laundromat echoing in the background. “What did you two fight about this time?”

  Ashlynn always had been able to read her. The day Nina’s caseworker took her to her fourth foster home—Nina’s world shattered by her parents’ death in a boating accident—Ashlynn had been sitting on the front steps eating a bag of super-salty french fries. She’d invited Nina to sit and share the fries, one of the few perks of working in fast food. Their bond had been forged that day, cemented by their need to connect. Ashlynn had come from a volatile household and craved peace and routine. Nina had been grieving for her parents and had been naturally quiet, so Ashlynn had liked to be near her.

  Although there had been nothing quiet about her and Douglas’s life lately. She’d been in constant turmoil for years.

  “It’s gotten so bad, we barely even argue anymore. We don’t even talk about the most basic things. The silence is worse than the fights. I know we’ve had our challenges.” They’d married so young and so fast, since she’d been pregnant. There were times she felt like they’d never had a meaningful conversation. “But I really thought once the twins survived those first terrifying weeks in neonatal ICU, the rest would be smooth sailing. We had no idea the heartache waiting just around the corner with Douglas’s brother and then financial struggles.”

  “You’ve both been under a lot of stress, especially lately.”

  Of course, Ashlynn knew that all too well since they talked often. And Nina had needed her foster sister more than ever once Douglas closed down even more. His brother’s death had hit him hard. They’d all grieved for Tyler.

  How could such a simple fall from a ladder while fixing a roof go so horribly wrong? When they found Tyler passed out, they thought he’d just suffered from a concussion, then learned it was an aneurysm that caused him to lose his balance. By the time doctors made the diagnosis, there’d been so much irreversible damage, he’d spent the final seven years of his life needing constant care, mentally so very present but physically wasting away.

  And now, with bankruptcy looming?

  It was too much.

  “I just wish the stress could have brought us together rather than driven us apart.” She paused as a
fox scampered past. How naive to have ever thought their marriage was bulletproof. “About six months ago, he said he wanted to get a vasectomy.”

  That had spurred a fight they still hadn’t recovered from and resulted in them moving into separate bedrooms.

  “Do you want more kids? I thought you want to leave.”

  “I don’t know if I want more children. Heaven knows we’re barely making ends meet, which is why we kept delaying having another baby.” He’d argued that the need to stop having kids was about more than the day-to-day expenses of a child. What if she got pregnant and she had to go on bed rest again? Or if they had another premature delivery, how would they afford the NICU bills? She didn’t have answers. “I just know I’m not ready to close that door.”

  “Was that what today’s fight was about?”

  “No, it was about money. Again. He wants to just give up and sell the farm. He won’t even discuss why. I told him about a job opening for a teacher’s aide in a neighboring county and he was adamantly against it.” His pride had been stung, not that he said a word. “I’m just so tired of trying to save a marriage that’s in name only.”

  “How are the girls taking the news?”

  Her heart broke all over again just thinking about how to tell them. For once, they were actually getting along, thanks to their dog-washing business. She didn’t even care that they wouldn’t tell her what they planned to buy with their income.

  “The girls don’t know yet, Ashlynn.” Grief stole her breath and she rested a palm against the trunk of a maple tree, leaves a vibrant canopy of autumn colors. “I’m trying to figure out how we should tell them. The timing is just so awful. They haven’t had a chance to finish grieving for their uncle.”

  So much sadness, so much loss, so many dreams shattering. Looking back, she could see she’d been in search of a family and thought Douglas could provide just that. With his sprawling dairy farm and shoulders big enough to carry the burdens of the world, he would never let anyone down.