And Cowboy Makes Three

But I trusted in thee, O Lord:

I said, Thou art my God.

My times are in thy hand.

—Psalms 31:14–15

Dear Reader (#u707c1b19-c88e-552e-ade6-35c85b03ac24),

What fun it is to head back into Serendipity, Texas, and auction off yet another bachelor for the town’s First Annual Bachelors and Baskets Auction benefiting the senior center.

I took a bit of a detour with this book. Serendipity is a cattle town and, generally, cattle ranchers and sheep farmers don’t mix. But after I read an article about raising sheep, complete with adorable pictures of newborn lambs, I decided Rowdy’s and Angelica’s families would be exceptions to that rule.

They say art often imitates life. In this case, Angelica’s bird phobia? Yeah, that would be me. Dive-bombing hummingbirds rank right up there as one of my worst nightmares.

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Please know that I pray for each and every one of you daily.

Love courageously,

Deb Kastner

To my dear friend Lisa Palmer. We’ve kept each other sane through the years and I am blessed to call you my friend. You are one of the strongest people I know. Keep fighting the good fight!

Contents

Cover (#u8e83903c-39ca-5611-849d-f4ce4671c833)

Back Cover Text (#u922e6a82-488e-5c72-a1b8-35a75696d1df)

About the Author (#uae3b4627-da4e-5f8c-adfe-2654fbc0cb8e)

Booklist (#u10a27252-15f7-5d28-b248-871b954b1c0b)

Title Page (#u517e823d-4a20-52db-88b7-7e1dedf923d6)

Copyright (#u2b9a9c92-eca8-584d-83a4-917ebbaf2c5a)

Introduction (#ude0031e6-b658-5028-ba2b-da71461c8bbe)

Bible Verse (#uf49dfabf-fa7e-54e2-aab7-f8d9e5a28414)

Dear Reader (#u6620e3ec-1265-5100-b90e-934cb6d53d11)

Dedication (#u250a876b-8e2a-5f20-a7b7-2409fe208fc3)

Chapter One (#uf2d8cf91-815d-53b2-b5b2-dbb331f92fef)

Chapter Two (#ubdf7405c-febf-5a6b-8e61-092f1d7ade53)

Chapter Three (#u55807bdc-e2d8-5a5d-b258-a4354031d545)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#u707c1b19-c88e-552e-ade6-35c85b03ac24)

Angelica May Carmichael had been duped.

By her own grandmother.

She looked around and sighed in exasperation. This wasn’t a picnic.

Or rather, this wasn’t just a picnic, though there were brightly colored baskets covered in ribbons dotting the lawn all across the community green.

Not a picnic. Picnics.

And this wasn’t a quiet, personal outing with Granny’s best friend, Jo Spencer, as Angelica had been given to expect, either. Not that an outing with the boisterous old redhead who owned Cup O’ Jo’s Café could ever be labeled as quiet. That woman wouldn’t know quiet if it bit her on the nose.

But a private picnic?

Yeah, not so much.

In hindsight, Angelica realized she should have gone with her gut feeling and headed straight to Granny’s ranch instead of stopping in at Cup O’ Jo’s to let Jo know she’d arrived safely. A phone call would have sufficed.

But no. Jo had been adamant she come straight to the café, sounding a bit too enthusiastic about seeing her again. Everything about Jo Spencer was enthusiastic, but her suggestion had been overanimated even for Jo.