Staking His Claim. Karen Templeton

      Cal’s eyes sauntered back to her body, only this time she felt…worshiped.

      So much so, that Dawn didn’t even object when he took a step closer, then closer still, to lay one large, gentle hand on her still-flat belly.

      She swallowed. Twice. Once from a plain old-fashioned rush of awareness, the second time from something achy and weird that she couldn’t even define.

      “Tell you what,” he said. “Let me stay for your checkup, then we’ll spend a couple of hours together, just for us. How about it?”

      For a moment she was sorely tempted, then her senses returned. “There is no ‘us,’ Cal. There’s never been an ‘us.’”

      And quit standing there making this so damn hard. Quit making me long for things that can’t be.

      Dear Reader,

      What better way to start off a new year than with six terrific new Silhouette Intimate Moments novels? We’ve got miniseries galore, starting with Karen Templeton’s Staking His Claim, part of THE MEN OF MAYES COUNTY. These three brothers are destined to find love, and in this story, hero Cal Logan is also destined to be a father—but first he has to convince heroine Dawn Gardner that in his arms is where she wants to stay.

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      Leslie J. Wainger

       Executive Editor

      Staking His Claim

      Karen Templeton

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      KAREN TEMPLETON,

      a Waldenbooks bestselling author and RITA^® Award nominee, is the mother of five sons and living proof that romance and dirty diapers are not mutually exclusive terms. An Easterner transplanted to Albuquerque, New Mexico, she spends far too much time trying to coax her garden to yield roses and produce something resembling a lawn, all the while fantasizing about a weekend alone with her husband. Or at least an uninterrupted conversation.

      She loves to hear from readers, who may reach her by writing c/o Silhouette Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001 New York, NY 10279, or online at www.karentempleton.com.

      Acknowledgments

      Without the following people’s willingness

       to answer what must have, at times,

       seemed like the dumbest questions on earth,

       this book would not have been possible:

      To Nicole Burnham and Douglas Onsi

       for help with Dawn’s career path

      To Wendy Wade Morton, DVM, of Golden Gait Farms,

       who’s always there to answer my horse-related questions

      and to

       Mike Jackson from the OK Dept. of Human Services

       for his assistance with child welfare issues

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Epilogue

      Chapter 1

      None of this had been her choice.

      Not the car, a leprous, pumpkin-orange GTO with one front fender painted, inexplicably, baby blue. Not the trip itself—as if she had time to schlep back to Oklahoma with all those pending cases sitting on her desk nearly two thousand miles away. And God knows—she waited out a wave of nausea—not the reason for the trip.

      Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The outcome might not have been her choice, but the events leading up to it definitely had been.

      So much for living for the moment.

      “No shame, no blame,” Dawn Gardner muttered as she drove up in front of the single-story, sprawling farmhouse, still cinnamon brown with white-and-dark-green trim as it had always been. Edging a lawn faded from the early September heat, the same deep-pink roses bloomed, as they always had, only now against a backdrop of tangled deadwood. Cottonwoods stirred listlessly in the breeze, as if worn-out from the effort of shading the house for a whole summer, their lazy susurration no competition for the late-afternoon drone of a bumper crop of cicadas. The mingled scents weighting the humid air—of horse and fresh cut hay, the sweet, heady tang of overripe fruit—assaulted both her reluctant memory and her hypersensitive nose, making her stomach pitch. Making her feel…untethered, like a soul in limbo.

      A retriever mix, whose name she’d forgotten, his coat flashing gold in the late-day sun, sauntered over to the car with a halfhearted woof. She smiled, patting the door so he’d come close enough for her to pet. As she did, her gaze meandered to the front porch step, only one riser up from the yard. Memory nudged into view a pair of children, a boy and a girl, sitting there as they had hundreds of times. They might have been six or seven, the boy—much younger than his two older brothers, who were already in high school—boasting features that foretold of the handsome man he would eventually become, with heavy-lashed eyes, green as new grass, and thick blond hair that refused to be tamed. A little spoiled, perhaps, being the baby, but not a whiner. And not a tease.

      About the same height as the boy then, with long strawberry-blond hair her mother refused to cut, the girl liked that about the boy, that he never put her down. While their mothers chatted in the kitchen, the boy would often