Undeniably Yours (A Porter Family Novel Book #1)
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2014 Carol Award Winner for Romance2014 Inspirational Reader's Choice Award Winner for Long ContemporaryWhen Meg Cole's father dies unexpectedly, she's forced to return home to Texas and to Whispering Creek Ranch to take up the reins of his empire. The last thing she has the patience or the sanity to deal with? Her father's Thoroughbred racehorse farm. She gives its manager, Bo Porter, six months to close the place down. Bo knows he ought to resent the woman who's determined to take from him the only job he ever wanted. But instead of anger, Meg evokes within him a profound desire to protect. The more time he spends with her, the more he longs to overcome every obstacle that separates them and earn her love. Just when Meg realizes she can no longer deny the depth of her feelings for Bo, their fragile bond is broken by a force from Meg's past. Can their relationship--and their belief that God can work through every circumstance--survive?"Definitely one for the keeper shelf!"--USA Today HEA Blog "Wade does a wonderful job of creating relatable characters as she explores the forces that shape a life." "Wade does a wonderful job of creating relatable characters as she explores the forces that shape a life."--Booklist"Wade's series starter is an enthralling story of overcoming challenges and trusting God... [Meg and Cole] are a couple you'll be rooting for to have a Texas fairy-tale ending."--RT Book Reviews

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Date de parution 01 mai 2013
Nombre de lectures 1
EAN13 9781441261403
Langue English

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© 2013 by Rebecca Wade
Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
Ebook edition created 2013
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means for example, electronic, photocopy, recording without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
ISBN 978-1-4412-6140-3
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
Scripture taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 Biblica. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover design by Jennifer Parker
Cover photography by Mike Habermann Photography, LLC
For Jim and Terry
You are two of the most compassionate, hard working, and generous people I know. I’m blessed to have married into your family.
Thank you for everything, especially for being Granny and Grandad to three kids who love you dearly.
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
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
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Epilogue
Discussion Questions
About the Author
Back Ad
Back Cover
Chapter One
S he was too softhearted to be an oil tycoon.
Meg had always known it, but she’d never worried about it much because while her father was lousy at being a father, he’d always been very, very good at being rich.
William Cole had shouldered the responsibilities of the family company for twenty years, and if the pressures and stresses of his position had ever been difficult for him to handle, he hadn’t shown it. He was an old-school oilman who sometimes wore Stetsons with his suits and could be ruthless, arrogant, or demanding if the situation called for it.
William Cole was also, unfortunately, dead.
Which was why Meg herself was about to have to fire this Mr. she consulted the file sitting on the surface of the desk Mr. Porter. He’d be arriving here at her father’s home office at Whispering Creek any second for their scheduled meeting. At which time she’d have to look him in the face, turn his world upside down, and crush his dreams.
A deep sense of panic rose within her. It swirled and clawed, causing her chest to tighten.
In an effort to counter it, Meg jerked her worn sudoku book from the desk drawer. Almost desperately, she ran her gaze over the columns of numbers, trying to concentrate, praying the puzzle would help her settle her mind.
She’d spent the last two weeks holed up at the Ritz with Cole Oil advisors, undergoing a crash course on the family holdings. Among many other things, they’d counseled her on Whispering Creek Ranch a huge plot of land situated thirty miles northeast of Dallas, near J. R. Ewing’s beloved Southfork. Whispering Creek included their family home and her father’s horse farm.
The advisors had unanimously urged her to release the Whispering Creek employees who’d fit into her father’s life-style but couldn’t possibly fit into her own. Thus, she’d already terminated three people on this Monday morning, her first official day in her new capacity as her father’s successor.
She’d fired her father’s driver (she didn’t want a chauffer), the man who had kept his kennel of hunting dogs (she’d didn’t hunt), and the man who had managed his weapons and shooting range (she definitely didn’t do guns).
Next on the guillotine list? Mr. Porter, who ran her father’s Thoroughbred horse farm. While all of her father’s hobbies had been costly, none were nearly as expensive as the Thoroughbreds and none further from her own interests.
Even so, she didn’t want to deliver this sad news to Mr. Porter or take away the jobs of the people who worked for him. More than that, she didn’t want to face any of this. She didn’t want to be in this predicament at all, smothering under the weight of overwhelming responsibilities.
She’d faced some hard knocks in life one really hard one five years ago and had managed to cultivate a protective shell for herself. But like a Godiva truffle, she was only hard in a thin outer layer. Her insides were still as tender as ever.
Her disobedient heartbeat started thumping like a bass drum as her stomach burned and knotted. Meg popped open her container of antacids, chewed two, and tried to think harder about sudoku.
Dratted anxiousness. Years ago she’d gone twelve rounds with it and bested it. But three months ago, when she’d heard the dreadful news about her father, it had come rushing back for a grudge match. She’d been trying to white-knuckle it through the grief, the shock, the difficulty sleeping, and the stress. She’d been hoping like crazy to escape any full-fledged panic attacks.
But at the moment, it felt like a very full-fledged panic attack was chasing her, gaining, right on her heels. If it caught her, it would mean a trip to the ER on this, her first day back at Whispering Creek. The thought sent her anxiety rising, fast and jagged. No no no no no.
Meg gave up on sudoku, gripped the armrests of the leather chair, and screwed her eyes shut. She should breathe. Wasn’t her doctor always touting the calming benefits of deep breathing? Something about breathe in for a count of six, hold for six, breathe out for a count of seven?
She worked to follow his instructions but soon simply stuck her head between her knees to keep herself from hyperventilating. God, come , she pleaded. Help me . Where could she find a paper bag?
A knock sounded on the office door.
Meg reared upright, her gaze jerking to the platinum-edged clock on the edge of her father’s desk. Mr. Porter had arrived right on time. “J-just a moment, please.”
She stashed her antacids and sudoku, then pushed to her feet and paced once around the perimeter of the office, shaking out her wrists and trying to determine whether she could hold herself together well enough to meet with Mr. Porter or whether she’d be needing a straitjacket.
With trembling fingers, she smoothed her black Fendi suit. “Come in.”
The man who let himself into the office was young. Maybe thirty? Thirty-three? Much younger than she’d expected. Tall and powerfully built, with dark hair shaved close to his skull. Such short hair would have made an average-looking man look worse. But he was handsome, she realized, as their eyes met. The close-cropped hair suited his rugged features.
“Bo Porter,” he said.
She introduced herself, shook his hand, and took her seat. He lowered into one of the two chocolate-colored leather chairs that faced her father’s desk. In his jeans, beige henley-style shirt, and weathered boots, he looked every inch like a man who made his living working with horses.
“My father . . .” She cleared her throat.
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you.” Her stomach clenched horribly. “My father loved the Thoroughbred horse farm that the two of you built here together. If he’d lived, I’m sure that he’d have continued working with you toward your goals for the farm for years to come.”
He regarded her with an even expression, just a hint of tension around the mouth. Slowly, he nodded.
“But as it is, it falls to me now to decide what to do with Whispering Creek Horses. I regret to inform you that I’ve decided to close down the farm.”
He frowned, concern clouding his eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
Silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of the disappointment she knew he must be feeling.
“May I ask why you’ve decided to close it down?”
Meg shifted a little. “My father loved horses and horse racing, but I do not. There’s no logical reason for me to continue supporting the farm financially now that my father’s gone.”
“We’re very close to breaking even,” he said calmly, his words accented with the mellow north Texas accent she’d grown up hearing. “Once we do, you’ll begin to earn a profit.”
She flipped open the file before her and consulted the column that listed the horse farm’s net earnings and losses since it had begun, four years prior. “Yes, I’d noticed that.”
“It cost us a lot to get the farm started. Your father and I decided to pay down all those expenses in these early years. That’s why we’re not in the black already.”
“Be that as it may, my decision stands.” Suffocating in remorse and trying hard not to show it, Meg extracted a professional-looking report from a desk drawer and handed it over. “This is the severance package we’re offering you. I hope you’ll find it adequate.”
She knew the package reached far beyond adequate. She’d insisted on triple the amount of money recommended by her father’s advisors so this gentleman, and all of the other terminated employees, would have plenty of time to find new jobs. She’d even guaranteed anyone unable to find work a position at the downtown headquarters of Cole Oil.
The three men she’d met with prior to Mr. Porter had all accepted the bad news with disappointment mixed through with good manners. In every case, the severance package had softened the blow. But Mr. Porter didn’t even open the report. “Ma’am, more than twenty people work for me at the farm.”
“I’m offering severance packages to each of them, depending on their position and how long they’ve been workin

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