Barbara Dunlop - His Convenient Virgin Bride

A book in the Montana Millionaires: The Ryders series, 2010

Dear Reader,

Welcome to book number three in the MONTANA MILLIONAIRES: THE RYDERS series from Silhouette Desire. I have a great time writing siblings, and I hope you enjoy Stephanies story in His Convenient Virgin Bride, along with the stories of her brothers, Royce and Jared, in the companion books.

I also love a ranch setting and a smart, protective hero. Add to that a little mystery and a long-ago family secret, and you have the ingredients for a really fun write. I enjoyed exploring the Ryder family history in this book, and it was great to touch base again with the characters from Seduction and the CEO and In Bed with the Wrangler.

I hope you enjoy the finale to the Ryders series.

Happy reading!

Barbara

Stephanie Ryder felt a telltale breeze puff against the skin of her chest. She glanced down to discover a button had popped on her stretch cotton blouse. The lace of her white bra and the curve of her breasts were clearly visible in the gap.

She crossed her arms to block the view, arching a mocking brow at the man silhouetted in the tack shed door. You, Alec Creighton, are no gentleman.

Wearing a dress shirt, charcoal slacks and black loafers that were at odds with the rustic setting of a working horse stable, his gaze moved indolently from the wall of her forearm back to her eyes. It took you twenty-four hours to figure that out?

Hardly, she scoffed. But you keep reinforcing the impression.

He took a step forward. Are you still mad?

She swiftly redid the button and smoothed her blouse. I was never mad.

Disappointed, yes. Wesley Harrison had been inches away from kissing her last night when Alec had interrupted them.

Wesley was a great guy. He was good-looking, smart and funny, and only a year younger than Stephanie. Hed been training at Ryder Equestrian Center since June, and hed been flirting with her since they met.

Hes too young for you, said Alec.

Were the same age. Practically.

The jut of Alecs brow questioned her honesty, but he didnt call her on it.

With his trim hair, square chin, slate-gray eyes and instructions to go through her equestrian business records with a fine-tooth comb, she should have found his presence intimidating. But Stephanie had spent most of her life handling two older brothers and countless unruly jumping horses. She wasnt about to get rattled by a hired corporate gun.

Shouldnt you be working? she asked.

I need your help.

It was her turn to quirk a brow. Financial management was definitely not her forte. With what?

Tour of the place.

She reached for the cordless phone on the workbench next to Rosie-Jos tack. No problem. She pressed speed dial three.

What are you doing?

The numbers bleeped swiftly in her ear. Calling the stable manager.

Alec closed the distance between them. Why?

To arrange for a tour.

He lifted the phone from her hand and pressed the off button. You can give me a tour.

I dont have time.

You are still mad at me.

No, Im not.

She wasnt thrilled to have him here. Who would be? Hed be her houseguest for the next few days, and he was under orders from her brothers to streamline the familys corporation, Ryder International. She was a little worried, okay a lot worried, that hed find fault with her management of the Ryder Equestrian Center.

Stephanie didnt skimp on quality, which meant she didnt skimp on cost, either. She was training world-class jumpers. And competing at that level demanded the best in everything; horses, feed, tack, trainers, vets and facilities. She was accustomed to defending her choices to her brothers. She wasnt crazy about defending them to a stranger.

Are you proud of the place? he asked.

Absolutely, she answered without hesitation.

Then show it to me, he challenged.

She hesitated, searching her mind for a dignified out.

He waited, the barest hint of a smirk twitching his mouth.

Finally she squared her shoulders, straightened to her full five foot five and met his gaze head-on. You, Alec Creighton, she repeated, are no gentleman.

The smile broadened, and he eased away, stepping to one side and gesturing to the tack shed door. After you.

Stephanie waltzed past with her head held high.

It wasnt often a man talked her into a corner. She didnt much like it, but she might as well get this over with. Shed give him his tour, answer his questions, send him back to the ranch house office and get back to her regular routine.

She had an intermediate jumping class to teach this morning, her own training this afternoon and she needed to have the vet examine her Hanoverian mare, Rosie-Jo. Rosie had shied at a jump in practice yesterday, and Stephanie needed to make sure the horse didnt have any hidden injuries.

They headed down the dirt road alongside a hay barn, moving in the direction of the main stable and riding arena. She was tempted to lead him, expensive loafers and all, through the mud and manure around the treadmill pool.

It would serve him right.

So, what exactly is it that you do? she asked, resisting temptation. I troubleshoot.

She tipped her head to squint at his profile in the bright sunshine. Last night, shed privately acknowledged that he was an incredibly good-looking man. He also carried himself well, squared shoulders, long stride, confident gait. And what does that mean?

It means, that when people have trouble, they call me. He nodded to the low, white building, off by itself at the edge of Melody Meadow. Whats that?

Vet clinic. What kind of trouble?

Your kind of trouble. You have your own vet?

We do. You mean cash flow and too rapid corporate expansion? That was the Ryders corporate issue in a nutshell.

Sometimes.

And the other times?

He didnt answer.

Are you proud of it? she goaded.

He gave a rueful smile as he shook his head.

She tilted her head to one side, going for ingenuous and hopeful. It usually worked on her brothers.

Fine. Mostly I identify market sector expansion opportunities then analyze the financial and political framework of specific overseas economic regions.

She blinked.

On behalf of privately held companies.

The vets name is Dr. Anderson, she offered.

Alec coughed out a chuckle.

It sounds challenging, she admitted, turning her focus back to the road.

He shrugged. You need to develop contacts. But once you learn the legislative framework of a given county, it applies to all sorts of situations.

I suppose it would.

The breeze freshened, while horses whinnied as they passed a row of paddocks.

Tell me about your job, Alec prompted.

I teach horses to jump over things, she stated, not even attempting to dress it up.

There was a smile in his voice, but his tone was mild. That sounds challenging.

Not at all. You get them galloping really fast, point them at a jump and most of the time they figure it out.

And if they dont?

Then they stop, and you keep going.

Headfirst? he asked.

Headfirst.

Ouch.

She subconsciously rubbed the tender spot on the outside of her right thigh where shed landed hard coming off Rosie-Jo yesterday. Ouch is right.

The road tapered to a trail as they came up to the six-foot, white rail fence that surrounded the main riding arena. Alec paused to watch a group of young jumping students and their trainer on the far side.