Sweet Home Montana

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Dear Reader,

Life is full of surprises if we watch for them, and no one was more surprised than Erin Chase and Wade Conrad in Sweet Home Montana. Both characters are hiding out, forgetting to engage in life, until forced out of their comfort zones and into the light. As we know, light brings growth, something both Erin and Wade need, whether they want to admit it or not.

Wade has avoided his father since his parents’ divorce many years ago and has never bothered to get to know his half-brother. When Dad Conrad needs a short-term guardian for Brent, Wade begrudgingly steps up. Which leads him to Healing Heart Acres, the equestrian therapy center.

Erin has gotten too comfortable helping others being a certified equestrian therapist. There is only so long a person can stay in hiding before people who care about them get suspicious. How is it that often in life, our friends and loved ones know what’s best for us long before we catch on?

When Wade brings Brent to the center hoping to help mend their rocky relationship, the first person he sees is Erin. He doesn’t go unnoticed by her either. What happens after that is an adventure in friendship and personal growth, mixed with sweet romance with an opportunity for more. The question is, will Wade and Erin take that chance?

I hope you enjoy this story,

Lynne

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Chapter One

Erin Chase took the day’s schedule from her work cubby in the office and perused it. Dr. Anderson had assigned Erin to giving the next tour for new visitors again. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the job, or that she didn’t understand the importance of explaining the purpose of Healing Heart Acres to potential clients and volunteers. It was because of a little-known fact that Dr. Anderson knew about her and chose to overlook. Erin had become an introvert, who preferred to be alone, working with the animals, not schmoozing with guests. Or humans in general. Except for maybe her three-year-old niece.

There was something Dr. Anderson didn’t know though—Erin hadn’t always been that way.

She had been volunteering at the acres, as the crew called it, for three years, and Dr. Anderson insisted it was time to move on. To finish that degree in business. Get a job that paid more. In the real world. For Erin, Healing Heart Acres was as real world as she wanted to be. Because it was the place that helped put broken people back together.

Maybe I should start telling her how much I love giving the tour and that I never want to work with the animals again. The absurd reverse psychology trick made Erin smile.

Oh, glad to see you’re happy about your schedule, Elsbeth Anderson said, stepping out of nowhere, catching Erin mid-grin.

As her smile weakened, she made eye contact with her boss, the woman who knew how to read people as well as her therapy animals. There was no point in protesting. If the good doctor didn’t push Erin, she probably wouldn’t do it on her own.

The gray-eyed woman with pixie silver hair looked pleased with herself. Dr. Anderson knew Erin, of course she did, but with her wisdom she put Erin where she needed to be. How was Erin supposed to jump back into the world at twenty-five if she never tried? She couldn’t keep hiding out with the animals forever, could she? Most days she still wanted to.

Well, I better pull a comb through my hair, try to look decent, then, since the next group will be here in ten minutes.

Don’t stress, you’re a natural beauty. Elsbeth tapped her lips. Maybe just a little color? Though working with barnyard animals, Dr. Anderson wore mascara and lipstick every single day, which had never gone unnoticed by Erin.

Since when did the doctor start recommending lipstick for a tour? It used to be Dr. Anderson was happy if Erin’s work boots didn’t reek of horse manure when she gave tours. Now Dr. Anderson was suggesting makeup? Do I look sick or something?

No, hon. Maybe a little pale. We haven’t had much sun lately.

What I’d give for sunshine. They’d recently gone through a cold snap with overcast skies and chillier than normal weather. Not at all what she expected in Montana with fall approaching. Off she went to grab her purse and brush, and to hunt for colored lip balm. Did she even carry it anymore?

Ten minutes later, wearing a sweater and jeans, plus a thin blue scarf around her neck, she planted her manure-less boots on the top sheetrock step in the center’s main meeting area. There, she waited for the next tour of the morning. She glanced up, standing under the welcome sign – Healing Heart Acres. Leave your worries at the gate. Enter in peace.

She’d been the one coming for a visit three years ago, a complete mess. One semester short of graduation, Erin had dropped out of her business major at twenty-two. She’d been engaged, with plans to marry that summer, when, without warning, a mere week before the wedding, Josh broke things off. How dense did she have to be to not see his change in attitude before then? Had he tried to tell her, but she’d blocked it out? Turned out he wasn’t ready to get married, he’d said. His decision seeming to come out of the blue, or because she’d stubbornly refused to notice, leaving her with parents and bridesmaids to face alone, and invitations to respond to—a hundred yeses. The crisis had shocked and shattered her. How could he do that? Everyone she knew pitied her. Her self-esteem vanished. If it hadn’t been for Healing Heart Acres, she didn’t know what she would’ve done.

This place was important. Today’s job, necessary. She took a steadying breath and waited for her tour group. A family of four wandered her way from across the lawn. Parents. Two boys. Teenagers from the looks of them.

A flashy silver sedan drove up and parked in the lot, and a father-son duo straight out of the pages of Gentleman’s Quarterly magazine got out. The son was sullen, casting a suspicious gaze, as if thinking this was the dumbest idea he’d ever heard of. Breaking with GQ chic, he wore a silly knit cap that stood out for two reasons; it wasn’t that cold and there was a moose face on it. It took confidence to pull off the look.

The father seemed determined, as many parents were when they arrived, usually after having Healing Heart Acres recommended by someone in the professional community—a teacher, therapist, or pastor. The parents often arrived hoping to find the magic solution to help their kid. Erin knew the look, even though it was on an exceptionally young-looking father’s face.

She also remembered how long it’d taken her to work through her sorrow, anger, and insecurities when she’d come. It had been a slow process, one she hadn’t yet completed, even though she’d come a long way, yet still not quite ready to relaunch her life.

At Healing Heart Acres, gaining the trust of a large animal like a horse required personal growth and a lot of soul searching. When a client learned to trust, then and only then, did the horse or any of the barnyard animals let the clients fully care for them.

Did that kid have what it took? Since he had the nerve to wear that moose cap, he should.

She glanced at her guest tour list. The Pimento family included both parents and twin teen boys, Gary and Gerard. Next to their names it said, seeking volunteer time for school requirements. The acres would be an easy sell for them. Then there was Wade and Brent Conrad. Man, that sophisticated-looking guy seemed young to be a father. Must’ve been a teenage marriage, was all she could figure.

The fine hairs on her arms and at the back of her neck tingled at the sight of the taller, older guy Then she concentrated on the teen, the reason for them being here. According to the guest list, he was coming for equine therapy. Would Healing Heart provide what they needed?

For some crazy reason, not that she ever flirted with any of the fathers who came here, this time she was glad to have put on some lip gloss and to have combed her hair.

*

After the usual welcoming remarks for the acres each person introduced themselves. She saved the father and son for last.

I’m Wade Conrad. Grew up in Charity, around an hour from here. Heard about Healing Heart Acres and wanted to check it out.

He seemed pleasant enough, but got his story out fast, probably out of courtesy, unlike Mrs. Pimento who’d gone on and on. Yet, watching and listening to Wade excited Erin, a feeling she’d nearly forgotten where men were concerned. The immediate excitement he provoked in her, was also terrifying. Fortunately, she’d only have to deal with the younger version of him.

Brent? Wade said. You want to say something? He probably prodded Brent because she’d gone quiet and was staring at him. Get a hold of yourself!

Not really. The kid didn’t make eye contact with anyone, except for sneaking looks at Erin.

She knew because she’d caught him twice earlier.

Okay, then, now that everyone has had the opportunity to introduce themselves, let’s take the tour. She began at the exterior of the white ranch-styled house, with rolling grass grounds and several corrals and pens of varying shapes and sizes on site. It was the weekend, which meant they were open to the public, and several groups with lots of small children roamed around the complex, making it much noisier than usual. The classic barn at one end of the lot was always a point of interest so that was where she officially started.

She had to raise her voice to be heard. This is where we hold our end of day meetings. They never called them group sessions, preferring to refer to them as check-ins. It’s also where we take lunch and we’ve been known to hold a wedding or two here as well. She glanced around at the group, and realized it didn’t hurt like it used to, to mention weddings. Weather permitting, of course. She gave them a slow walk-through leaving plenty of time for everyone to see the charm of the well-preserved space.

I have a question. The mother of the twins lifted her hand. Is there a cafeteria on site?

At this point no, but we order food from local venues for our planned lunches. We encourage folks to brown bag it, but we do have some great pies delivered a couple times a week, from a lady down your way. She glanced at Brent rather than Wade, thinking she’d work on him making eye contact, also to avoid the tall, handsome man that made her nervous. The man she had no business reacting so strongly to. Wood’s Café has the best pies made by a lady named Tracy, who happens to be Mrs. Woods now. If you have a chance later, grab a coffee, which we brew all day long, and try one.

Why use someone so far away, why not a local pie maker? Mrs. Pimento sure enjoyed asking questions.

I think it’s because her husband has been a long-time volunteer here, he personally delivers them, and seriously, try one, then you’ll understand why we love them. She gestured for everyone to follow her but continued the tour as she did. This two-story barn is made of thick wooden planks that have lasted over a hundred years through the tough Montanan winters. It has been reroofed and fastidiously cared for by Dr. Anderson since she bought this place thirty years back, and we expect the historically registered barn to last another hundred.

It is beautiful, Mrs. Pimento concurred.

Erin took them outside, grateful at least one person was listening to her practiced talk.

On the back side of the main building were the petting stations filled with smaller animals. Even more families than earlier were congregating around the popular petting zoo area because it was Saturday. All of our animals have been abandoned in some way. We offer them safety here at the ranch.

A sheep shared a pen with a small goat. You’re probably thinking, what a pair. She smiled, understanding their sad looks since the goat missed one ear and the sheep only had one good eye, but their lives were different now. Much better. Wasn’t that the message of Healing Heart Acres? You’ll notice, considering their prior circumstances, instead of being wary of people, these animals are very trusting. That’s because we spoil them. Go ahead, you can pet them, they’ll let you.

She stood to the side and noticed that Brent held back, seeming to have little interest in the animals. Or the center, for that matter.

These two are Harold and Maude, Erin continued with her usual speech. Harold is a buckling or billy goat that we acquired from a shelter in Billings, and Maude is our grand dame, otherwise known as a brood ewe, though I think her days of making baby lambs are long over. Erin smiled and accidentally locked eyes with Wade Conrad.

A jolt of something cut down her center and she couldn’t look away fast enough.

Where’d the sheep come from? Wade spoke up, not letting her get away with ignoring him.

A farmer delivered her here after finding her this way. She’s turned out to be one of our best therapy animals, too. She has a way of calming our most challenging clients. Her hand slid over Maude’s thick, tight fleece searching for the comfort and calm she’d just touted, the natural lanolin feeling oily and reassuring.

Why did the man make her edgy? Probably because she’d rarely been around such a devastatingly handsome male. She glanced to Brent, sure to become as commanding as his father as he matured. He, unlike his attentive father, watched a ground squirrel instead of the corralled animals, probably not listening to a word she said.

She showed everyone how to hold grain on a flat palm, so the sheep only ate the food and didn’t nibble their fingers. Everyone always got a kick out of that, except Brent, who clearly wasn’t interested.

What’s your background with this place? The mother of the twins broke in.

Erin believed in honesty as the best policy, as she’d learned here. I was one of the folks seeking equine therapy a few years back. I don’t know what I would’ve done without Healing Heart Acres. Honesty, yes, but she wasn’t about to tell them she’d been stood up at the altar, well a week short of it anyway, and how it had left her doubting every aspect of her life. If she couldn’t read the man she planned to marry, how could she trust herself to ever recognize true love?

Rather than give the woman a chance for a follow-up question, not wanting to delve too deep into her private life with a group of strangers, she moved right along. Next, I’ll introduce you to a few of our horses. She headed toward the other favorite gathering place for visitors on the opposite side of the lot, the open-ended horse stables. The barn and stables, like bookends, completed a traditional portrait of a Montana countryside homestead.

This is Marguerite, our oldest mare. Not afraid to use shock value, she continued. She’d been abandoned in winter by an uncaring owner close to four years ago. Erin pet the side of the horse’s neck as it nickered.

Marguerite nuzzled Erin’s shoulder, knowing she always brought a treat. She let the horse nudge her again, pushing her off-balance, strictly for the entertainment value to the visitors. She liked how Wade smiled easily, along with the others. As with everything else about him, his smile was divine, and even that set her on edge. Only after the second push from Marguerite, did she produce a fruity chew made by the volunteer who delivered his wife’s pies, Hunter Wood, and who happened to be a chef himself down in Charity. He’d owned his own café and was a busy new father, yet he still faithfully came at least once or twice a month to muck the stalls and leave a good supply of treats for the stable animals. She’d heard he’d once been in prison, had first come here as part of his parole, but now his life had completely changed. These days, he often brought his adopted toddler son, Michael, leaving their new baby girl home with his wife, Tracy.

The treats were a recipe of mixed oats, finely chopped apples and carrots, a little whole wheat flour, molasses, and dried huckleberries baked together, complements of Hunter. They were the kind of treats that got the animals at the acres on their best behavior.

Can’t sneak anything by you, can we? Erin said, admiring the tan horse with huge brown eyes and a hay-colored mane.

Marguerite’s immediate stall mates perked up when the treat appeared. Erin walked down to the next stall. This is Satin. A beautiful midnight-black colt stuck out her head, clearly interested by the latest group of guests. Maybe out of curiosity, or more probably because the horse knew that often meant getting a treat. She was abandoned when her mother died on the range, so we took her in. One of the things Erin loved most about Montana was seeing the wild horses run free on the land. But with that came the realities of nature, which could be cruel.

She fed the still-skittish colt the expected treat, then moved on to the next stall. And this here is Barney our blind burro. You know what I’ve got, don’t you, boy? The small burro’s long ears twitched, he pushed his muzzle through a gap in the weathered wood boards of his stall, then against her palm. Wrong hand, she teased. His spiky forelock twitched along with his ears, and she quickly rewarded him with one of Hunter’s special treats. When he went blind, his owner didn’t want him anymore, so he lives with us now. She scratched his cheek, and as always, she swore that when he pulled his lips back, he smiled.

By the reaction of the tour guests, Barney’s goofy and toothy expression tickled them too. And by accident, her glance overlapped with Wade’s as his amused smile seemed to wrap around her like