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  A BABY ON THE WAY

  A secret, no-strings relationship with Aaron Travers has suited Melody Hartman just fine for the past eight months. The lives of the Mustang Valley veterinarian and the deputy sheriff have always been complicated—and are about to become more so, because Mel is pregnant!

  Raising his toddler daughter and protecting his Arizona town are Aaron’s priorities. But this unexpected pregnancy is a life changer. The widowed single dad is ready to do the right thing and marry Mel. Can he say the three words she is waiting to hear? Will she think he wants to marry her only because of the baby? Or will she acknowledge that their feelings for each other run deeper than either of them realized?

  Aaron lifted her off her feet and hard against him.

  “Is this a good idea?” Mel’s voice wavered. The message earlier had been hands-off.

  “You can tell me no.” He lowered his mouth, stopping a millimeter shy of kissing her. “Otherwise, hang on.”

  Hang on? Like to his shoulders? Weak in the knees, she decided maybe she’d better. Just as a precaution.

  In the deepest recesses of her mind, a small voice shouted a warning to be careful. This was inviting danger.

  She didn’t listen. Aaron smelled too delicious and felt too good for her to stop now.

  “I’ve missed you, Mel.” He brushed his lips across hers, the touch softer than a butterfly’s wings.

  The words she’d longed to hear. Aaron had never said them before, in this or any context. Missing her implied he thought about her when they were apart. Hadn’t she just ripped the rug out from under him with her pregnancy announcement? Yet, he admitted to missing her.

  This wasn’t just a matter of growing feelings. There had to be more.

  Dear Reader,

  I just love starting a brand-new series. Developing the characters and their backstories, imagining difficult obstacles for them to overcome and creating the community where they live. This book, A Baby for the Deputy, and the two that will follow are actually a continuation of my much-loved Mustang Valley series. In them, I introduce the Hartman sisters and, of course, the ruggedly handsome cowboys who drive them to distraction while at the same time stealing their hearts.

  For the last eight months, middle sister Mel Hartman and local deputy Aaron Travers have had what they believe to be the perfect no-strings-attached relationship. Things, however, go very much awry when Mel learns she’s pregnant. The situation becomes even more complicated when they realize their feelings for each other run far deeper than they thought or planned.

  Along with the mustang sanctuary, a popular element in this series, I brought back Ethan Powell, Powell Ranch and, later on, Prince, the former wild mustang and now resident horse royalty at the ranch. It’s been fun revisiting characters and places from earlier books. Of course, as always, the best part for me was helping Mel and Aaron reach their ultimate happy ending.

  Warmest wishes,

  Cathy McDavid

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  A BABY FOR

  THE DEPUTY

  Cathy McDavid

  Since 2006, New York Times bestselling author Cathy McDavid has been happily penning contemporary Westerns for Harlequin. Every day, she gets to write about handsome cowboys riding the range or busting a bronc. It’s a tough job, but she’s willing to make the sacrifice. Cathy shares her Arizona home with her own real-life sweetheart and a trio of odd pets. Her grown twins have left to embark on lives of their own, and she couldn’t be prouder of their accomplishments.

  Books by Cathy McDavid

  Harlequin Western Romance

  Mustang Valley

  Last Chance Cowboy

  Her Cowboy’s Christmas Wish

  Baby’s First Homecoming

  Cowboy for Keeps

  Her Holiday Rancher

  Come Home, Cowboy

  Having the Rancher’s Baby

  Rescuing the Cowboy

  Harlequin American Romance

  Reckless, Arizona

  More Than a Cowboy

  Her Rodeo Man

  The Bull Rider’s Son

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  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

  Excerpt from The Cowboy's Triple Surprise by Barbara White Daille

  Chapter One

  Sensing danger, Melody Hartman quickly straightened and scrambled out of the way. A split second later, the horse’s rear hoof sliced the air in the exact spot where Mel’s head had just been.

  She pretended to wipe sweat from her brow. “Whew. That was close.”

  “Sorry.” The horse’s owner, a tall, trim woman in her fifties, tugged on the bay’s halter. “This fellow has a temper. I should have warned you.”

  “It’s okay.” Mel relaxed her grip on the surgical scissors she held and let out a sigh, grateful her instincts had once again paid off. “Not my first near miss.”

  The truth was, Mel encountered far closer calls on a regular basis. As recently as this morning, she’d been knocked to the ground by a potbellied pig, narrowly missing the steely prongs of a pitchfork. Last week, she’d been stomped on by an eighteen-hundred-pound bull, miraculously escaping with only minor cuts and contusions. An infected cat scratch recently sent her to the emergency medical clinic.

  Such was the daily life of Mustang Valley’s sole resident veterinarian. Dangers and difficulties aside, she wouldn’t trade her job for the world. Mel was living her dream. Quite literally. She’d wanted to be a veterinarian for as long as she could remember, and buying Doc Palmer’s practice when he retired a few months ago had turned that dream into reality.

  “Think you should give him more tranquilizers?” the woman asked, shielding her eyes from the glaring Arizona sun.

  They were at Powell Ranch, the largest and oldest horse operation in the area. The woman was one of many people who boarded their horses there and made use of the riding facilities.

  Mel shook her head. “I don’t want him so sleepy he lays down on us. The wound’s right between his gaskin and stifle. He could pull on the flesh and inflict more damage.”

  The bay was tied to a post at the far end of the outdoor stalls. He’d gotten into a scuffle with his neighbor, a shaggy and even more temperamental pony, who’d retaliated by biting the bay and leaving two gaping holes on his left rear leg. Unfortunately, the injury went unnoticed for a couple of days—the horse’s owner had been out of town. By the time she discovered the wound, it was inflamed, infected and just plain nasty.

  Seeing the bay’s eyes drift close, Mel decided to make another attempt at removing the necrotic tissue. The procedure didn’t hurt the horse. He’d kicked at Mel more out of anger than pain. Also, just like some peop
le, he wasn’t a good patient.

  “Hold him steady,” Mel told the woman as she quickly snipped away with the scissors. Finishing that task, she cleansed the wound again and applied a liberal glob of medicated ointment.

  “Are you going to stitch him up?” the woman asked, peering around the bay’s head.

  Mel continued to assess the wound. “I don’t think so. The edges are too ragged for sutures to hold. Better we stick to a strict antibiotic regiment. You know how to give injections?”

  “Me? I’m an old pro.”

  Many livestock owners, especially those in rural areas, were capable of doctoring their animals to some degree. Vets were consulted for only the more serious cases.

  “Good. I’ll leave you enough penicillin and syringes for two weeks. He’s going to need twice daily injections.” Mel ran her hand gingerly down the bay’s leg. “No sense bandaging the wound, either. It won’t hold.”

  “He’d just chew it off,” the woman said with a resigned sigh.

  Mel started to pack her case. Before closing it, she handed the woman her jar of salve. “Cleanse the wound at the same time you give him the injections and apply this. Call me if he’s not showing any improvement or the wound becomes reinfected.”

  “Thanks for coming out on such short notice.”

  “No problem.”

  Mel carried her case to her truck while the woman returned the sleepy horse to his stall. Setting the case on the ground, she leaned against the hood and stifled a yawn. The bay wasn’t the only one who was tired. Mel had been up and hard at it since five this morning, nearly nine hours ago, with no break.

  As she opened the storage compartment on her truck, she was struck with a sudden wave of nausea and light-headedness. Hugging her middle, she waited for the sensation to pass, hoping she hadn’t caught that flu bug going around.

  Tomorrow was a big day. She, her two sisters and her new stepmom were throwing a huge sixtieth birthday party for her dad at the Cowboy Up Café where her older sister worked. They still had a lot to do, and the last thing Mel needed was to be under the weather.

  Fortunately, the nausea passed, and the next instant, Mel felt perfectly fine. That was...strange.

  She might have thought more about it if not for a black SUV turning the corner of the horse barn, distracting her. The writing and logo emblazoned on each side identified the vehicle as belonging to the Maricopa County Sheriff’s Department. Three deputies were assigned to Mustang Valley and its nearest neighbor, Rio Verde. They were often spotted patrolling the streets, parked in front of people’s homes or, like today, at one of the ranches.

  The driver’s door opened, and a pair of familiar leather cowboy boots hit the ground, followed by long legs clad in dark brown slacks and a khaki uniform shirt. Mel’s heart gave a flutter as it always did upon seeing this particular deputy, and she promptly forgot all about stowing her case.

  As she watched, he walked slowly, yet deliberately, toward her. She imagined a twinkle in the vivid blue eyes he hid behind aviator sunglasses. Recalled how the bristles of his five-o’clock shadow tickled her palm when she cradled his cheek.

  “Dr. Hartman.” He nodded in greeting.

  Pushing aside her long braid, a silly, nervous habit she wished she could break, she smiled with more reservation than if they were alone. “Afternoon, Deputy Travers.”

  “Is Ethan nearby? I was told I might find him with you.”

  “Actually, he’s over there.” She indicated the row of outdoor stalls. “At least, he was earlier.”

  “Thanks.” He tugged on the brim of his felt cowboy hat, hesitated briefly and then continued on.

  A stranger might not realize they were well acquainted, and, to be honest, they preferred it that way. For the last year and a half, Aaron Travers and his family had lived in Mustang Valley, moving here when he transferred from the Phoenix Police Department. He and Mel occasionally ran into each other, as everyone ran into one another sooner or later in a small town.

  There were also those encounters that weren’t accidental. But she and Aaron didn’t talk about them. Not with anyone else.

  Once he’d passed and her heart rate slowed, she returned to stowing her supplies. The sensation of awareness he’d left in his wake wound through her, interfering with her ability to concentrate.

  Bam! Another wave of nausea hit Mel, and she swallowed, willing her queasy stomach to settle. By some miracle, it did. A moment later she was fine, as if she hadn’t been nauseous at all.

  She’d just finished preparing her invoice for the horse owner when Ethan Powell and Aaron—make that Deputy Travers—approached.

  “Mel,” Ethan said, “do you have a minute? Aaron has some questions for you.”

  “Sure.” She set down her invoice pad. “How can I help, Deputy?”

  “Last night, three horses went missing from the Sanford place.”

  Mel drew back in alarm. “You’re kidding!”

  “It’s the third incident this month,” Aaron said. “I’m pretty sure we’re dealing with rustlers.”

  “I can’t believe it.”

  The first missing horses had been considered a fluke. A few even claimed they’d escaped their pasture and joined a wild herd often spotted near the Salt River. Then, after a second group of horses disappeared, people took notice. But horse rustling? That seemed like something out of the Old West. Not modern day.

  “Why?” she asked, still grappling with the news. “None of the horses were particularly valuable. Mostly ranch stock.”

  “Slaughter?”

  Mel’s off-and-on sensitive stomach gave a lurch. She regularly dealt with the death of animals, many of the circumstances heartbreaking. As a result, she’d learned to cope. Still, the idea of horses being stolen for the purpose of profiting from their slaughter sickened her.

  “Aaron’s visiting all the area ranch owners,” Ethan said. “Seeing if they’ve noticed anything suspicious in recent months and asking them to check with their employees.”

  “What can I do?” Mel asked Aaron.

  “You travel the valley on a regular basis,” he said. “Just keep your eyes and ears open. Contact the station if you spot anything out of the ordinary. Unfamiliar vehicles parked where they don’t belong. Strangers lingering or asking unusual questions. Don’t worry that you’re being overly paranoid.”

  “Of course,” Mel said. “Absolutely.”

  “I appreciate it.”

  After another nod, he and Ethan wandered a short distance away, continuing their conversation. Mel studied them before returning to her invoice. She’d give it to the horse owner on her way out. After checking her schedule, she phoned her next customer and gave him a heads-up on her impending arrival.

  She was about to climb into the truck when Aaron unexpectedly appeared in her peripheral vision. She turned, her hand resting on the door. “Hi.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. Why?” She automatically glanced about to see if they were being observed. Another nervous habit.

  “You look pale.”

  “Do I?” Mel touched her face, only to let her hand drop. “I got up early. And,” she added, suddenly recalling, “I missed lunch.”

  “You work too hard.”

  It was true. She did. But she had no choice. Not if she expected to make her monthly payments to Doc Palmer.

  “Speaking of which, I’d better go. I have another appointment.” She smiled, wished for just a moment they were alone and started to slide in behind the steering wheel. She didn’t suggest calling him later. Chitchatting on the phone wasn’t something they did.

  Aaron’s next words stopped her. “See you tomorrow. At the party.”

  “You’re going?” That was a surprise. Mel had reviewed the guest list last night and knew his name wasn’t on it.

  “Dolores inv
ited us. She and Nancy are in the same Bunko group.”

  “Right. I forgot.”

  “You don’t mind?”

  Mel dismissed his concerns with a nonchalant wave. “Dad’ll be glad to have you there. All of you.”

  By all of you, Mel meant Aaron’s almost three-year-old daughter and his mother-in-law, Nancy, who’d lived with him and his daughter since the death of Aaron’s wife.

  Granted, their arrangement might seem a bit unconventional to some, but apparently it worked. Nancy’s late daughter had been her only child. Watching her granddaughter during the day, sharing Aaron’s home, allowed her to stay connected while also providing him with a trustworthy and devoted caregiver. At least, that was how he’d explained it to Mel.

  All at once, Ethan returned from wherever it was he’d gone and hailed Aaron.

  “Go on,” Mel told him, and hopped in her truck. “I’m running late as it is.”

  “Do me a favor. Eat and get some rest.” Before she could start the ignition, he placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently.

  She wanted to be mad. He was breaking their strictest rule. Except it was hard to be mad when her shoulder tingled deliciously at his touch and continued to even after he’d moved off.

  Mel shut the truck door and drove away, almost forgetting to drop off her invoice with the horse owner on her way out.

  Reaching the end of the long drive leading down the mountain from the ranch, she stopped and let the truck idle. Since she and Aaron had begun seeing each other, they’d both worried how people, like Nancy for instance, might be hurt. It was yet another reason for the two of them to keep their relationship casual and private.

  Lately, however, Mel worried about her vulnerable heart. She hadn’t counted on her feelings for Aaron growing and did her best to hide it from him.

  She let out a long sigh. What had seemed so simple at first was slowly becoming complicated. Aaron and his family attending her father’s party, and his mother-in-law developing a friendship with Mel’s stepmom certainly wasn’t helping matters. Neither was her upset stomach, which gave another lurch.