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THE RANDELL BROTHERHOOD

Coming home to take a bride!

A home. A family. A legacy of their own.

Mustang Valley has long been home to

the brotherhood. United by blood, trust

and loyalty, these men fight for what they

believe—for family, for what’s right,

and ultimately…for love.

Now there are newcomers in their midst.

Two gorgeous new Randell brothers are back

to reclaim their heritage, find their family,

and just maybe discover the

women of their dreams…

In January Luke Randell returned and claimed a wife in THE BLACK SHEEP’S PROPOSAL Now his brother’s back! But is this rebel ready to wed? Find out in: THE REBEL HEIR’S BRIDE

Originally born and raised in Muncie, Indiana, Patricia Thayer was the second of eight children. She attended Ball State University, and soon afterwards headed west. Over the years she’s made frequent visits back to the Midwest, trying to keep up with her family’s numerous weddings and births.

Patricia has called Orange County, California, home for many years. She not only enjoys the warm climate, but also the company and support of other published authors in the local writers’ organisation. For the past eighteen years she has had the unwavering support and encouragement of her critique group. It’s a sisterhood like no other.

When not working on a story, you might find her travelling the United States and Europe, taking in the scenery and doing story research while thoroughly enjoying herself, accompanied by Steve, her husband for over thirty-six years. Together they have three grown sons and three grandsons. As she calls them, her own true-life heroes. On rare days off from writing you might catch her at Disneyland, spoiling those grandkids rotten! She also volunteers for the Grandparent Autism Network.

Patricia has written for over twenty years and has authored over thirty books. She has been nominated for both the National Readers’ Choice Award and the prestigious RITA® Award. Her book NOTHING SHORT OF A MIRACLE won a Romantic Times BOOKreviews Reviewer’s Choice award.

She has been a guest reader at elementary schools and lectured aspiring authors. A long-time member of Romance Writers of America, she has served as President and held many other board positions for her local chapter in Orange County. She’s a firm believer in giving back.

Check her website at www.patriciathayer.com for upcoming books.

Dear Reader

I’m so pleased that I have the opportunity to return to Mustang Valley and revisit the Randell men from my Randell Brotherhood series. You will want to find out what Jack Randell’s boys, Chance, Cade and Travis, have been up to. Along with their half-brothers, Jared Trager and Wyatt and Dylan Gentry, they have all adjusted to the valley. I’m here to say that they’re all doing well, including Hank Barrett, the adopted patriarch of the family.

My inspiration for this series and Hank’s character was my dear friend Hence Barrow, a West Texas rancher. He’s the one who taught this city girl all about ranching. I’m sorry to say Hence passed away in 2007, just a few months shy of his 98th birthday, but I’ll never forget his stories, and his love of the land. It was an honour and a privilege to know him, and to be called his friend. I’ll miss you, Hence.

In the series I bring Jack’s brother Sam’s sons, Luke and Brady, to the valley. This story, F-16 pilot Captain Brady Randell is injured on a mission and comes home to the Rocking R Ranch. While recuperating he gets to know his half-brother, and the rest of the Randell cousins. He also tangles with an independent female veterinarian, Lindsey Stafford, who has secrets of her own. In the end they both want the same thing: to be a part of the Randell family.

There are many more surprises. Hope you enjoy it.

With regards

Patricia Thayer

THE REBEL HEIR’S BRIDE

BY

PATRICIA THAYER

www.millsandboon.co.uk

To the newest addition to the family, Finley Steven.

Hero material for sure. And to his mother, Daralynn.

You never stop amazing me.

Thank you for another fine grandson.

To Dr. Michael Pahl.

Thanks for all your help with this book.

CHAPTER ONE

HE’D always been told he was too cocky for his own good.

On a sunny November morning, Brady Randell hobbled out to the porch with the aid of a crutch. His left leg was bandaged from his last surgery and covered in a removable cast strapped from his foot up over his knee to his thigh. It served to protect the damaged bone so it could heal properly. If it ever did. Three months since the accident, and he wasn’t feeling so damn cocky anymore.

With a groan Brady dropped into the Adirondack chair. This was about as far as he traveled these days. He was tired of doing nothing but sleeping, eating and sitting around. Oh, yeah, he forgot about going to therapy twice a week. Or maybe he should call it torture.

After all his hard work, he hoped for a payoff, some good news when he saw the doctor next week. With a little luck he could get the cast off and finally be able to walk on his own again.

“Wouldn’t that be a miracle,” he murmured in frustration.

He sighed, recalling the vivid details of the accident that had caused him to drop right out of the sky. He’d barely had time to eject from the cockpit before the crash of his F-16.

Brady tensed. He could still feel the bone-bruising tremors; hear the death screams of the powerful aircraft disintegrating as it plowed into the desert floor. He’d gone over and over in his head what he could have done differently. What had gone so terribly wrong that day?

Was this possibly the end of Captain “Rebel” Randell’s air force career?

Now instead of being in the cockpit of the Fighting Falcon, he was parked on a porch of the foreman’s house outside San Angelo, Texas. His daddy’s home, the Rocking R Ranch. After Sam Randell’s death, it now belonged to him and his half brother, Luke, who, after thirty years, he’d finally met. Since the accident, Brady had needed a place to heal. He thought a remote, inherited ranch would be perfect for a loner like him.

Brady stared out toward the barn and corral area where his new sister-in-law, Tess Randell, was working one of her horses in the large arena. She rode like nobody’s business. Watching her skill and grace was the treat of his day. That and being left alone.

Brady closed his eyes and leaned back. Not that he was going to get any peace and quiet staying here. He had family coming out of the woodwork. Up at the main ranch house Luke lived with his bride and readymade family—a young daughter, Livy, Tess’s father, Ray, who had Alzheimer’s and kept referring to Brady as Sam’s boy. And Aunt Bernice, who spoke her mind and could cook up a storm.

They weren’t so bad, but the six Randell cousins who lived in the neighboring ranches with all their wives and kids were a bit much. And there were lots of kids. Evidently, there wasn’t much else to do on the ranch during those long nights.

With a groan he shifted in his chair, recalling the last time he’d spent the night with a willing woman. It had been too long.

“Excuse me, are you all right?”

At the sound of a female voice, Brady’s eyes shot open. He blinked and focused on a pair of big, emerald-green eyes staring back at him from the edge of the porch. They belonged to a petite woman dressed in snug jeans, a white blouse and a denim jacket. Her hair was the rich color of cinnamon, cut just at her jawline, and wayward strands brushed against her full lips. A black cowboy hat sat firmly on her head.

He swallowed the sudden dryness in his throat. “I’m fine,” he told her.

“I heard you groan and—” she glanced down at his injured leg “—wondered if you were in pain.”

Damn right he was. “I’m fine,” he repeated.

She gave him a half smile and his heart began to race. “Then I apologize for disturbing you.”

This woman could disturb a man in a coma. She looked like every man’s dream. That was if you were into fiery redheads. Oh, yeah. He sat up straighter. “Are you lost or something?”

She looked around. “I’m here to see Tess Randell.”

Brady glanced at the oversize case she was toting. Great, a solicitor out in the middle of nowhere. “If you’re here to sell her something, she’s busy.”

The woman shook her head and raised an eyebrow. “Actually, I was invited. She called me.”

“Right.”

Her shoulders tensed. “If you’ll just direct me to Tess Randell, I won’t bother you any longer.”

From the corner of his eye, Brady saw his sister-in-law hurrying toward them. “Looks like we’ll both get our wish,” he told the pretty intruder.

Tess rushed toward them. “Good, you found us,” she said a little breathless. The statuesque blonde wore her long hair tired back in a ponytail. “Did you have much trouble with my directions?”

The redhead glanced at Brady. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Smiling, Tess’s gaze shifted to him. “Have you two met?”

Before Brady could speak, the woman said, “We haven’t had a chance.”

“Brady, this is Dr. Lindsey Stafford. She’s the new veterinarian taking over Dr. Hillman’s practice while he’s recovering from his hip surgery. Be nice, or you’ll have to answer to the Randell cousins, especially Travis. He went all the way to Dallas to find her.” Tess turned to the redhead. “Lindsey, this is my brother-in-law, Brady Randell. He’s a captain in the air force.”

Lindsey fought her nervousness. Not because the man was drop-dead gorgeous, but every time she met another Randell she was afraid someone would figure out who she was.

“It was nice to meet you, Brady.” She held out her hand.

He shook it. “Same here, Doc. You’ll excuse me if I don’t get up.”

She nodded, not missing the sarcasm in his voice. “Hope you have a speedy recovery.”

Those midnight eyes locked with hers. “Not nearly as much as I do.”

“Well,” Tess began, “I better take you down to the barn.” She turned to Brady. “You need anything?”

“No, I can manage.”

Tess nodded. “If you see Luke, tell him where I went. Come with me, Lindsey.”

Lindsey quickly followed Tess along the path. She didn’t want to have any more conversation with the man.

“Sorry about my brother-in-law,” Tess began. “He’s recovering from an accident and is a little antsy with his confinement. Of course, that doesn’t excuse his rude behavior.”

“You don’t have to apologize for him. I’ll just keep my distance next visit.”

Tess Randell was beautiful to begin with, but when she smiled she was gorgeous. Tall, with long legs, her every movement was graceful. Everything Lindsey always wanted to be. But at twenty-nine she was resigned to the fact she’d stopped growing at five-foot-three, and her freckles across her nose would not suddenly vanish.

They arrived at the pristine white barn and walked inside. Lindsey looked around the well-kept area where new-looking stalls lined both walls. She followed Tess down the center aisle to a section that was designated as the grooming area. A stable boy was washing one of the horses.

They continued past three beautiful quarter horses that peered over their gates to see the visitors. “These are horses I board and train, and their owner has given me permission to call you if I feel the need.”

“Good.” Lindsey stopped to pet one of the equines. “I’d hate to think about something happening to one of these beautiful animals.”

“That’s the reason I’m so happy you came here to practice.”

“I was lucky to get the chance.” She walked alongside of Tess. “I don’t have much experience yet, and this will definitely help build my résumé.” And she never dreamed she would get the opportunity to meet the Randells. It was a chance she couldn’t pass up.

“The vet you interned for in Ft. Worth gave you a glowing recommendation. That’s good enough for us.” They stopped at the stall of a young bay stallion. “This here is Smooth Whiskey Doc. He’s my number-one concern. I hope to have him compete in the NCHA Futurity.”

Lindsey was mesmerized by the beautiful golden bay horse. When she went to him, he showed no shyness and came to the gate to greet her. She set her case down and he immediately nudged her hand. When she rubbed his muzzle, he blew out a breath.

“I think I’m in love,” Lindsey said with a big grin. But her thoughts suddenly turned to the brooding Brady Randell.

“Be careful,” Tess warned. “He’s fickle.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” she said, remarking about both stallions.

Whiskey bobbed his head as if to agree and they both laughed. All the time, Lindsey was looking the animal over. He was about sixteen hands high, his eyes were clear, and his coat shiny. Well cared for.

“What seems to be your problem, big boy?”

Tess swung open the gate and walked in beside the horse. Her hand smoothed over his withers across his back and down his rump. “It’s probably minor, but I didn’t want to take a chance with this guy.” She talked soothingly as she leaned down to reveal the gash just below the hock on his hind leg.

“I was working him in a cutting exercise and he got clipped by a steer.”

Lindsey ran her hand along the horse’s rump as she crooned to him. She didn’t want to get kicked because the animal was nervous. Tess did her part, too, to keep Whiskey still.

Lindsey examined the open wound closely, then asked, “When did it happen?”

“About a week ago. I’ve been treating it with the normal antiseptic cream and clean bandages.”

“You were right to call me. In a few more days, this could have really gotten infected. I believe a strong dose of antibiotics will clear it up, but I want you to stop training for a few days.”

Lindsey went to her bag. “I’ve looked over Dr. Hillman’s file on Whiskey. He was examined just a month ago, but I’ll give him a quick check just so I can get familiar with him.”

Tess looked relieved. “That’s fine with me.”

After the exam, Lindsey gave Whiskey a glowing report. They came out of the stall in time to see a man walking down the aisle. He was tall with a muscular build, coal-black hair and a cleft chin. Obviously another Randell.

“Luke,” Tess called, love shining in her eyes. “You’re finished with the meeting already.”

“Not exactly.” He leaned down and kissed his wife, then looked at Lindsey. “Hello, you must be Dr. Stafford. I’m Luke Randell.”

She nodded. So, another cousin to Jack’s boys. “Lindsey, please. Nice to meet you.” Oh, my, another charming Randell man. Suddenly Captain Brady Randell came into her head. Correction. Not all were charming. Some were just too damn good-looking.

Brady stood leaning against the porch post as he watched for the redheaded vet to come out of the barn. Hell, why not? How often did a pretty woman—who wasn’t a Randell—come around? It was the most excitement he’d had in days. Besides, he had nothing better to do.

That wasn’t exactly true.

He glanced toward the large house on the hill. There were several cars parked in the driveway, probably for another business meeting with Randell Corp. He’d been invited to attend, but he’d declined. He wasn’t into numbers and budgets. That was his brother’s show.

All Brady had to do was sit back and let everyone else handle things. Hadn’t that been what he’d done since he arrived here? Just sit around and heal. Isn’t that what he wanted? Silence and solitude so he could think?

He raked his fingers through his grownout regulation military cut, then across the two-day beard along his jaw. He’d let himself go to hell. Suddenly he cared, because a woman showed up here.

The sound of laughter brought him back to reality. He looked toward the barn to see Luke and Tess, escorting the pretty vet down the path toward the house.

Great. Why hadn’t he gone inside sooner. The last thing he wanted was for them to find him here. But before he could make his escape, his brother spotted him.

“Hey, Brady.” He waved and they started to the porch.

He froze. “Hey, Luke.”

They arrived all smiles and Brady suddenly felt left out. “Have you met Lindsey Stafford?”

He nodded, trying to balance his weight using the post. “We’ve met already.”

The redhead looked up at Luke and smiled. “Brady mistook me for a salesperson.”

“Really.” Luke stood there looking smug.

Brady refused to let his brother outmaneuver him. He could sweet-talk as well as the next guy. “Well, Doc, no one said our new vet would look like you. I guess you could say I was blindsided.”

Lindsey could see through Brady’s sudden charming attitude. Well, she wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand. “Believe me, it won’t happen again,” she told him, unable to understand why he seemed to dislike her so. “I should get back, Mr. Randell,” she said, then turned away to go with Tess and Luke.

Before she could make her departure, she heard a curse and a thud. She swung around to find Brady Randell lying on the porch floor.

“Brady!” Luke called. He was the first to reach him. Lindsey followed behind him.

She knelt down beside Brady, who was lying flat on his back. He tried to raise his head, his face strained in pain. “No, stay where you are,” she ordered.

He grimaced again. “Who made you the boss?”

“Are you going to fight me for the title?” She was eyeing the leg in a cast. “Did you twist your leg?”

“No, I fell on my arm, trying to catch myself,” he said, still fighting her to sit up.

Once again, she pushed him back down. “Lie still,” she ordered, then reached for his arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” He tried to pull away.

“I just can’t resist you, Mr. Randell. So lie there and enjoy the attention.”

Brady’s angry gaze went to his brother, but Luke just held up his hand in surrender. “I suggest you listen to her.”

“Then make it quick. And if you’re going to get familiar, you can drop the mister.” With a groan, he did as he was told.

Lindsey checked his arms and good leg, happy to find nothing broken. But she soon discovered a lump on the back of his head. She had him open those piercing brown eyes. Although they weren’t dilated, he could still have a concussion.

She turned to Luke. “Seems nothing is broken. Could you help me get him on his feet and inside?”

“I don’t need help, Doc,” Brady continued to argue.

“Come on, Brady,” his brother urged. “You need to listen, or I’m going to take you to the emergency room.”

Brady grumbled and finally sat up. Lindsey couldn’t help but notice his hard, flat stomach that his dark T-shirt didn’t hide when his bomber jacket fell open. His chest and arms weren’t bad, either. With Luke and Lindsey gripping his arms, they managed to get him to his feet.

Lindsey immediately felt his strength, his power and his masculinity, too. The sudden feelings he evoked surprised her. He was definitely not her type of man. Too dangerous.

Tess handed Brady his crutch, and Luke helped his brother inside the cottage. Tess and Lindsey followed behind them and into a small living room that was cluttered with newspapers and magazines but clean otherwise.

“You want to go to your room or stay out here?” Luke asked.

Brady pulled away from his brother, made his way to the sofa and sat down. “I’m fine right here. So you all can leave.”

Tess and Luke looked at Lindsey for confirmation.

“He’s got a small lump on his head,” she told them. “But his pupils aren’t dilated.”

“No concussion,” Brady said. “So go.”

Luke looked at his wife. “If you stay for thirty minutes, I can finish up the meeting and be back here.”

“But Livy’s bus is due,” she said, and glanced at her watch.

“All of you go,” Brady demanded. “I’ll be fine alone.”

“I can stay until you get back,” Lindsey offered.

“Oh, thank you, Lindsey,” Tess said. “I promise I’ll be back soon as I pick up Livy.”

“I’ll get back as soon as the meeting is over. And I’m still thinking you should get checked out,” Luke said, then followed his wife out the door.

Suddenly Lindsey was alone with this overbearing man.

“Well, now you’re stuck,” Brady said as he lifted his cast-covered leg onto the coffee table.

“I’m not stuck,” she denied. “But it would be nice if you tried to be civil.”

“Why should I? I just want to be left alone.”

“And I’m sure you will be when your family learns you’re okay. When do you see your doctor again?”

Brady started to say it was none of her business, but found he liked her being here, though not exactly under these circumstances. “In a few days.”

“Let him know what happened today. In fact you should call him and tell him.”

“Lady, that’s not going to happen.”

She gave him a stubborn look. “I’m not the enemy here, Brady. So you aren’t going to run me off. Not until I want to leave. That will be when Tess comes back.”

Brady studied her for a few minutes. Lindsey Stafford was different than most women who hung around the base. Those females were overeager to please the hotshot pilots. This woman had a take-me-as-I-am-or-not-at-all attitude.

“Maybe I’ve been a little hard on you.”

Those big eyes widened in surprise. “You think?”

“Okay, I plead guilty. Now please sit down. You’re giving me neck strain from looking up at you.”

She sank down in an overstuffed chair across from him. “That’s a switch.”

Brady felt his mouth twitch. “Get picked on for your size, huh?”

She glared. “Not since seventh grade.”

“That’s a lie,” he said as his gaze combed over her petite body. “What do you weigh? A hundred pounds?”

“One hundred and ten. I work out to build muscle. The added strength helps in my profession.”

He’d like to see those muscles. Dear Lord, he was pathetic. “Why aren’t you working with dogs and cats? It would seem easier.”

She shook her head. “I love horses. My mother and stepfather are horse breeders. I grew up around them.”

“Where are you from?”

She hesitated for a second. “North of Fort Worth. Denton. What about you? Have you always been in the military?”

He nodded. “All of my life, and we moved around a lot. Dad was career air force, so I went into the academy after high school. I always wanted to fly.”

She motioned toward his leg. “Is that how you were injured?”

He hated to think about that day. “Yeah, I had to eject from my aircraft and my landing wasn’t the best.”

“Well, it looks like you’re on the mend.”

He stiffened. “It’s taking too long. I want to get back in the air.”

Lindsey had heard some of the history of the Randell family, but Brady was a surprise to her. There was actually a Randell who wasn’t a rancher. “So you’re going back?”

“Why shouldn’t I? I’m one of the best.”

“And so humble, too.” She forced a smile. “I’m sure the doctors are doing everything possible. Are you?”

His eyes narrowed. “What does that mean? Of course I’m doing everything, and that includes a lot of rigorous physical therapy.”

“That’s good.” Just keep your mouth shut, Lindsey, she told herself as she looked around. Where is Tess?

“You don’t like me much,” he said.

“I barely know you, Captain Randell.” And she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

“You should know that I’m very good at what I do. And I plan to continue flying for the air force for a long time.” He set his injured leg on the floor. “Sitting around a ranch house isn’t for me.”

“You don’t seem to have a choice right now. So maybe you should use this time to count your blessings that you survived your accident instead of taking your anger out on every unsuspecting person who happens to cross your path.”

“How the hell do you know what I’ve gone through?”

Lindsey was going through her own personal pain, too. Her stepfather didn’t have such a rosy future.

“You’re right, I don’t, but I know you’re healthy, with a family who loves you, and all you’re doing is complaining.”

His stony look told her that she’d gone too far. “I should go,” she said. “I’m sure someone will be here shortly.”

She stood, but before she could get to the door it opened and a little girl came running in.

“Uncle Brady, Uncle Brady. Mommy said you fell down.” The little blonde went running to the stoic man on the sofa. “Are you hurt?” she cried.

“No darlin’, I’m fine. I just tripped over my big feet and bumped my head.”

The girl’s worried look didn’t leave until her uncle showed her the damage. “See, it’s just a little bump.”

The child leaned down and kissed it. “There, that will make it better.”

Then it happened. Brady Randell sat back and a big smile appeared across the handsome face. Lindsey’s heart leaped and she tried hard to remember the man with the bad attitude.

The little girl turned to her and smiled. “Mommy said you’re Whiskey’s new vet. I’m Livy Meyers Randell. My new daddy married my mommy and ’dopted me.”

Lindsey smiled. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Livy Meyers Randell. I’m Lindsey Stafford.”

“Hi, Miss Lindsey.” A smile beamed on her cute face. “Thank you for taking care of Whiskey, and Uncle Brady.”

“You’re very welcome.”

The child put her arm around her uncle’s neck. “Did you know I’m gonna marry Uncle Brady when I grow up?”

You can have him, Lindsey thought. “Isn’t that nice.”

Lindsey hadn’t planned to be gone all day, but she also hadn’t planned to babysit an injured fighter pilot, either. That was until she’d been pushed aside by a five-year-old girl. It didn’t matter her age, that female had already staked her claim on the man. What had amazed Lindsey was how Brady Randell’s whole demeanor had changed when the child walked into the room.

She smiled. So he wasn’t the tough guy he pretended to be.

Tired, Lindsey walked into the cabin the Randells had given her to use during her three-month stay. The one-bedroom structure was located in the Mustang Valley Nature Retreat. This cabin had been designed as a romantic getaway.

A big, river-rock fireplace, plush rug and overstuffed love seat were the centerpieces of the main room. The bedroom consisted of a large four-poster bed with satin sheets and an abundance of candles. It connected to a bathroom with a whirlpool tub that easily held two.

Definitely for a couple.

It was off season, so she had the place to herself except for the herd of wild mustangs that roamed freely in this area.

The only drawback was she had to park her SUV at the top of the rise and walk or ride down in a golf cart. There were no vehicles allowed in this area.

Hank Barrett, the patriarch of the Randell family, was adamant about keeping his wild ponies protected. Lindsey felt the same way. So many people thought of them as nuisances, but the Randells had made sure this area was going to be left untouched.

No development in this valley. Ever.

Luke Randell was the project manager for a gated horse community being built on the land that edged the valley. But the project had many strict rules.

It was dusk, and Lindsey looked out the picture window at the scene below. Picking up the binoculars off the sill, she focused in on the grassy meadow. She sighed at seeing the half-dozen mustang ponies grazing peacefully.

Her chest constricted at the incredible sight. How could Jack Randell ever have left this place? More importantly, after all these years, how could she get him to come here? Back to his home…his boys.