The Kidnapped Christmas Bride (Taming of the Sheenans Book 3) by Jane Porter
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All he wants is a Christmas memory...
Trey Sheenan has cultivated his reputation as Marietta’s resident
bad boy, until one day he lets things go too far and he loses
everything—his freedom, his fiance McKenna Douglas, and his infant son.
McKenna has loved Trey since they were kids, but she’s had enough.
When Trey is sent away for five years, McKenna is determined to do
what’s right for her and baby TJ, which means putting her
mistakes—namely Trey—behind her, and move on.
When Trey is released early, he returns to Marietta determined to
beg McKenna’s forgiveness and become the father TJ needs him to be, only
to discover that he’s too late. McKenna’s marrying local insurance
agent Lawrence Joplin in a candlelight Christmas wedding.
Or is she?
Once again, Trey risks everything, but this time it’s for love….and the memory of one perfect Christmas together as a family.
Taming of the Sheenan series
Book 1: Christmas at Copper Mountain
Book 2: Tycoon's Kiss
Book 3: The Kidnapped Christmas Bride
Excerpt:
It was quiet in the truck.
The kind of quiet that made Trey know trouble was brewing. And if
anyone knew trouble, it was he, Trey Sheenan, voted least likely to
succeed (at anything legal, moral, or responsible) his senior year at
Marietta High.
At eighteen, he’d been proud of his reputation. It’d been hard
earned, with rides in the back of sheriff’s cars, visits to court, trips
to juvenile hall, and later, extended stays at Montana’s delightful
Pine Hills, where bad boys were sent to be sorted out.
Reformed.
It hadn’t worked.
Trey Sheenan was so bad there was no sorting him out. Maybe back then
he hadn’t wanted to be sorted out, and so he’d continued his wild ways,
elevating trouble to an art form, growing from a hot-headed teenager
with zero self-control, to a hot-headed man with questionable
self-control.
Now at thirty-five, after four years in Montana’s correctional system, he was tired of trouble and sick of his reputation.
Just hours ago he’d been paroled, a whole year early. It’d come as a
shock when the warden came to him early this morning, letting him know
that he was being released today. Trey knew his brothers had been
working on getting him released early for good behavior, as Trey had
become a model inmate (at least after the first year), and the back bone
of the prison system’s successful MCE Ranch, but he’d never imagined
he’d be out now. In time for Christmas.
It gave him pause. Made him hope. Fueled his resolve to sort things out with McKenna.
He missed her and his boy TJ so much that he felt dead inside. But
now he was out, coming home. Finally he had the opportunity to make
things right.
“It was sure good to see you step outside those gates,” Troy said, breaking the silence.
Trey nodded, remembering the moment he’d spotted Troy standing
outside the gates in front of his big black SUV. He’d nearly smiled. And
then when Troy clapped him in a big hard bear hug, Trey’s eyes had
stung.
It’d been a long time since he’d been hugged by anyone. A long time since he’d felt like anything, or anyone.
Prison had done the trick, breaking him down, hollowing him out, teaching him humility and gratitude.
Humility and gratitude, along with loneliness, shame and pain.
His dad had died while he was at Deer Lodge. He hadn’t been allowed to attend the funeral last March, either. Talk about pain.
He shifted ever so slightly in the passenger seat and flexed his
right foot to ease the tension building inside of him, aware that Troy
might not actually be looking at him, but he was keeping him in his
peripheral vision. Smart. One didn’t let a Sheenan out of your sight.
Especially not Trey the Dangerous. Trey the Destroyer. Hadn’t he even
tattooed that on the inside of his bicep on his nineteenth birthday?
What a joke he’d been.
What an ass he’d become.
“Should hit Bozeman in thirty minutes or so,” Troy said.
Trey said nothing.
“Want to stop for anything? Need anything?”
Trey shook his head. Silence descended. Troy ran a hand over his jaw.
It really was too quiet in the truck, what with the volume down on the
Sirius radio station, muffling the country songs, making the lyrics an
annoying mumbo jumbo, so that the only other sound was the salted
asphalt of the 90 beneath the tires, and the windshield wiper blades
swishing back and forth, resolutely batting away the falling snow.
He itched to lean forward and turn up the radio volume, but it wasn’t
his truck and he didn’t want to be demanding. He needed to prove to
his family and community that he wasn’t the hot-head Sheenan that
intimidated and destroyed, but protected. He was ready to show everyone
who he really was. A solid, responsible man, a
good man, who was committed to making things right.
And the first person he had to see was McKenna. He was dying to see
her, and TJ. It’d been a long time since he’d seen, either. Two years
and a month almost to the day. It was Thanksgiving weekend the last time
he saw TJ. The boy was three. McKenna had been so very silent and
sad, sad in a different way than he’d seen before. He hadn’t realized
that would be their last visit. He hadn’t realized she’d decided then
that she was through…
He winced at the hot lance of pain shooting through him.
It’d taken him a long time to process that she wasn’t coming back. In
the beginning of his incarceration, she came every two weeks with the
baby. And then gradually she came once a month and then every five to
six weeks until that last trip for Thanksgiving when she never returned
again.
He’d about lost his mind at Deer Lodge. He’d died in ways you couldn’t explain.
She wouldn’t write him back. She wouldn’t visit. She just…cut him out.
That’s when he truly suffered. That’s when prison became a living
hell. He was trapped. Hostage. He couldn’t do anything about it but
write and write and write…
He must have made a sound because Troy suddenly looked at him, brow creased. “You doing okay?”
Trey clamped his jaw tight and shoved all the worry and fear deep
down into that tough hard heart of his and snapped the lid, locking it,
containing it.
He wouldn’t let guilt and anxiety get the best of him.
He’d sort it out. Make it work. There was only one girl for him, one family, and that was McKenna and TJ.
But he had put her through hell. He was the first to admit that
he’d done her wrong. She deserved everything but the pain and heartache
he’d dished out…heartache and trouble he’d dished out in spades.
So he had one task: fix the mess he’d made of their lives.
Tonight, tomorrow, sometime this week after he’d cleaned up and
calmed himself down, he was going to go to her and apologize for his
stupid asinine immature self and beg her forgiveness and show her he was
different.
Changed.
She’d see that he’d finally grown up, and he was ready to be the husband she deserved.
Ready to be the father TJ needed and a real family at last.
A wedding, a honeymoon, more kids, the whole bit. He couldn’t wait, either.
“Worried about going home?” Troy asked, breaking the silence.
“No,” Trey said roughly, his voice a deep, raw rasp. He winced at the
sound of his voice, but what did you expect? He hadn’t talked much the
past four years. He’d never been a big communicator to start with, but
prison just put the silent in him.
“Home for Christmas,” Troy said.
“Yeah.” And it would be nice. He’d missed the ranch. Marietta. Everyone.
But mostly he’d missed McKenna and his boy.
Just thinking about her and TJ made his gut burn, and his bones ache. Their memory was an ache that never went away.
He dug the heel of his foot into the floor and pressed his shoulder
blades against the leather seat, pinning himself to the black leather.
Warden and his officers might think it was their excellent
corrections program that turned him around, but it wasn’t the work
program or the ranch, or the counseling. It was losing McKenna.
They’d been together for years, since high school. Well, they’d been
together off and on for years, but in the months—or years–they were off,
there had never been another woman he’d loved. Sure, he’d screwed a
few. He was a Sheenan and Sheenans weren’t saints, but he’d never
cheated on her when they were together.
He’d rather cut his dick off than betray his woman that way.
And then his conscience scraped and whispered, just like the windshield wiper blades working the glass.
You betrayed her in other ways, though.
The drinking. The fighting. The small bar fights. The big bar fights.
And finally, the afternoon at the Wolf Den that changed everything…
“You’ve been home for a few days now?” Trey asked, wanting to ask
about McKenna and not sure how because Troy hadn’t brought her up, nor
had he mentioned TJ, and Troy always talked about the five year old,
wanting to keep Trey in the loop.
“A week.”
“What’s it like without Dad around?”
“Quiet.” Troy hesitated. “It’s just Dillon there, you know. I’m still
dividing my time between San Francisco and Marietta, and when I am
here, I’m usually at The Graff.”
“Things still good with your little librarian?”
“Yeah.”
“Wedding date set?”
“We’re talking February, maybe around Valentine’s Day since we were
paired up for that ball. But things are kind of hairy at work and I’m
honestly not sure a February wedding would be the best thing.”
“How hairy is hairy?”
“Got hit with a big lawsuit. It should sort out but its damn expensive and time consuming until then.”
“Then wait till it’s settled to marry. No sense being all stressed out over a wedding.”
“I agree.” Troy tapped his hand on the steering wheel and then
exhaled. “There are some other things going on, too. Family things.” He
shot a quick glance in Trey’s direction. “Dad was a real bastard when it
came to mom.”
“That’s not news.”
“He had an affair with Bev Carrigan. A
long affair.”
Trey said nothing.
Troy increased the speed on the windshield wipers. “Mom probably knew. Or found out.”
Trey had heard enough. He’d only just been out a couple hours. He
wasn’t ready for family conflict and drama. “They’re all gone now, and
the past is the past. Maybe it’s time to let sleeping dogs lie.”
“Except they’re not all gone, and it’s not just the past.” Troy
flexed his hands against the steering wheel again. “Because there is
something else going on—“
“Another affair?”
“No, but with Callan.” Troy shot him a swift glance, brow creased.
“When her dad passed, he didn’t leave the place to her. Or any of them.”
“
What?”
“There’s some talk in town—just gossip at this point—that maybe he wasn’t their biological father—“
“Bullshit.”
“Well, why didn’t he leave the Carrigan ranch to his kids?”
“I don’t know. But Callan must have been pretty broken up. She loves that place.”
Troy was silent a moment. “I think Dillon knows something, too, but he’s not saying.”
“Those two friends again?”
“More friendly than friends. While you were gone they became drinking
buddies. Every Friday night you can find them at Grey’s, playing pool
and shooting the shit.” Troy’s lips curved. “Dillon practically lives at
Grey’s on the weekends.”
“He’s not driving back to the ranch drunk is he?”
“Usually he finds a warm bed in town, along with an even warmer woman.”
“Our Dillon is a player.”
“He’s certainly enjoying being a bachelor.”
“No little Sheenans on the way?”
“None that I’ve heard about.” Troy leaned forward, turned up the
music and then halfway through the Martina McBride Christmas song turned
it back down. “There’s something else I’ve got to tell you.”
Trey glanced warily at his brother. “Brock got cancer?”
“Um, no. Thank God.” He sighed. “But it’s not going to make you happy.”
Trey stiffened. “No?”
“It’s McKenna.”
Trey held his breath.
“I didn’t know how to tell you, or when to tell you, but seeing as
you’re out today, now, you’re going to need to know.” Troy’s eyes
narrowed and his jaw tightened. “McKenna is getting married tomorrow.”
They drove another mile in deafening silence, snow pelting the car
and windshield. Trey stared out the window blindly, seeing nothing of
the Tobacco Root Mountains and Three Forks before them. Instead he
fought wave after wave of nausea. McKenna getting married….McKenna
marrying tomorrow…
Unthinkable. Impossible.
His stomach rolled and heaved. He gave his head a sharp shake. This
couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t lose her now, not after waiting four
years to make things right.
“Hey, Troy. Pull over.” Trey’s deep voice dropped, cracked. “I’m going to be sick.”
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