Hard To Break Rough Ride Security Book 1 – Danielle M Haas

“Hi Kevin. What’s up?” The porch light shined down on her ex-husband, beating back the dark sky. He lifted a bag in the air and flashed an over- enthusiastic smile. “I brought dinner. You had a rough night, and I figured cooking was the last thing you’d want to do.” He shifted his attention to Parker. “And look at you. All shiny and clean. Cute pjs.” “I was about to get him ready for bed.” “Then it’s a perfect time for me to set out the food.

It will be all ready when you’re finished.” He made a move to step inside. Frowning, she blocked him. “What are you doing?” she asked, sighing. Now wasn’t the time to deal with her exhausting ex- husband. Her patience was too thin to even pretend to be nice. His clean-shaven face crumpled in confusion. “I’m only trying to help.” “That’s not your job anymore. Hasn’t been for some time.” “But it can be again. I want to make things right.

I want to be the man you married—the man you fell in love with.” She lifted her chin, irritation sliding down her spine. “The man I married lied to me for years about his gambling. Hid his bad habits. Made me look like an ignorant fool.” “But I’m better now. I’m done with that. I can step up and be the man you want, the father Parker needs.”

An image of Lane popped in her head. He was the man she’d wanted for the past year. That would never happen, but it was time to tell the world that he was Parker’s father. Kevin knew he wasn’t, but that hadn’t stopped him from trying to claim the title and worm his way back into her life. She sucked in a deep breath before spilling the truth.

“Parker’s father is back in town and ready to be here for him.” There was more she could say about Lane, but she didn’t owe Kevin any kind of explanation. She just needed to say enough to get him off her property. Narrowing his eyes, he moved his jaw back and forth. “Only one man I know of has come back to town lately. Are you freaking kidding me? Lane Tipton? How the hell did that even happen?”

Fire scorched her veins. “You lost the right to question my decisions the day I found you crying about all the money you owed.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. OceanofPDF.com 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 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Epilogue Acknowledgments Also by Danielle Haas About the Author OceanofPDF.com A 1 cloud of dust puffed up from the dry cracked ground and hovered over the toe of Lane Tipton’s cowboy boot.

Trepidation wrapped around him like a cobweb. This place was a drug— dowsing him with a quick hit of dopamine before the rug got pulled from under his feet. Which is why after his disastrous return to Hillmore, Wyoming, last year, he vowed he’d never come back. Unfortunately, that choice had been ripped away.

The old house loomed ahead of him. Dark red stained the pine logs, the same color as the barn that sheltered the handful of animals his father had refused to give up. A wide porch wrapped around the front of the home, inviting rocking chairs positioned to take in the majestic views of the mountains on the other side of the meadow. Too bad nothing could make him feel welcome here. Even if he now owned the place. Slapping his Stetson against his thigh, he fitted it back on his head and hiked the duffle strap higher on his shoulder as he climbed the porch steps to the house he’d grown up in and entered the tomb of a home.

Echoes of the past rang through the front hall. Harsh words and harsher slaps stained the walls along with the peeling paint. The unsettling silence was almost worse. A reminder that he’d been chosen to take the place of the man who’d tortured him for years. Bristling, he stormed past the living room, up the groaning stairs, and into the room he hadn’t slept in since he’d left this God-forsaken town at eighteen. He dropped his duffle on the wooden floor where it landed with a thud then swept his black Stetson off his head.

He tossed it on the neatly made bed. Indecision paralyzed him. His whole life he’d had one purpose, one direction, one goal.

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