A Bravo Homecoming

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Authors: Christine Rimmer

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How easy it would be, to go after her, to grab her free hand, to haul her back to him, wrap his arms around her, kiss her again and again and again.
 

But he didn’t.

 

Somehow, he kept his head.

 

She turned when she reached the doorway to the sitting room. “See you tomorrow.” She quietly shut the door behind her.

 

He sank to the edge of the bed, wondering what he had gotten himself into.

 

Thinking he should call the whole thing off.

 

And knowing he would do no such thing.

 

Dear Reader,

 

Travis Bravo’s mom is determined to find him the perfect woman. And she doesn’t listen when he asks her, repeatedly, to stop matchmaking,
please.
He’s loved and lost and he’s not going there again. Now he just wants to go home for Thanksgiving without having every pretty debutante in San Antonio waiting to meet him.

 

He comes up with a plan. Yeah, okay, his strategy involves a great big lie. But still. It’s a harmless lie, one that hurts no one. All he needs is the right woman.

 

His good buddy Samantha “Sam” Jaworski is the perfect choice. He talks her into helping him out a little. Sam’s a soft touch. She’ll do anything for a friend, and Travis is about the best friend she’s got. Plus, Sam wants to make a few changes in her life.

 

They come to an agreement. She’ll go home with him for Thanksgiving and help him get his mom off his back. He’ll help
her
spiff up her image and find a new job.

 

It sounds like a great idea. Until they begin to discover more about themselves—and their true relationship—than either of them bargained for.

 

Happy holidays, everyone!

 

Yours always,

 

Christine Rimmer

 
A BRAVO HOMECOMING
 
CHRISTINE RIMMER
 

Selected books by Christine Rimmer
 

Harlequin Special Edition

 

¶¶
Resisting Mr. Tall, Dark & Texan
#2125

§
A Bravo Homecoming
#2150

Silhouette Books

 

Fortune’s Children
Wife Wanted

*
The Taming of Billy Jones


The Bravo Billionaire

Montana Mavericks: Big Sky Brides
“Suzanna”

Lone Star Country Club
Stroke of Fortune

Lone Star Country Club: The Debutantes
“Reinventing Mary”

Silhouette Special Edition

 


Married by Accident
#1250

Cinderella’s Big Sky Groom
#1280

A Doctor’s Vow
#1293


The Millionaire She Married
#1322


The M.D. She
Had
To Marry
#1345

The Tycoon’s Instant Daughter
#1369


The Marriage Agreement
#1412


The Marriage Conspiracy
#1423

**
His Executive Sweetheart
#1485

**
Mercury Rising
#1496

**
Scrooge and the Single Girl
#1509

††
The Reluctant Princess
#1537

††
Prince and Future…Dad?
#1556

††
The Marriage Medallion
#1567

§
Fifty Ways To Say I’m Pregnant
#1615

§
Marrying Molly
#1639

§§
Stranded with the Groom
#1657

§
Lori’s Little Secret
#1683

§
The Bravo Family Way
#1741


The Reluctant Cinderella
#1765

§
Married in Haste
#1777

§
From Here to Paternity
#1825

‡‡
The Man Who Had Everything
#1837

§
A Bravo Christmas Reunion
#1868

§
Valentine’s Secret Child
#1879

°
In Bed with the Boss
#1909

§
Having Tanner Bravo’s Baby
#1927

§
The Stranger and Tessa Jones
#1945

§
The Bravo Bachelor
#1963

§
A Bravo’s Honor
#1975

§
Christmas at Bravo Ridge
#2012

§
Valentine Bride
#2023

§
A Bride for Jericho Bravo
#2029


McFarlane’s Perfect Bride
#2053

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Expecting the Boss’s Baby
#2077

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Donovan’s Child
#2095

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Marriage, Bravo Style!
#2101

CHRISTINE RIMMER
 

came to her profession the long way around. Before settling down to write about the magic of romance, she’d been everything from an actress to a salesclerk to a waitress. Now that she’s finally found work that suits her perfectly, she insists she never had a problem keeping a job—she was merely gaining “life experience” for her future as a novelist. Christine is grateful not only for the joy she finds in writing, but for what waits when the day’s work is through: a man she loves, who loves her right back, and the privilege of watching their children grow and change day to day. She lives with her family in Oregon. Visit Christine at www.christinerimmer.com.

For good men and true-hearted women everywhere.
May your holidays be filled with good cheer, family togetherness and much love!

 
Chapter One
 

“H
oney, are you seeing anyone special?” Travis Bravo’s mother asked.

Travis stifled a groan. He should have put off calling her back.

But he’d already done that. Twice. In a row. Aleta Bravo was a patient and understanding mom, and she got that he wasn’t real big on keeping in touch. But she did have limits. After the third unreturned call, she would have started to worry. He loved his mom and he didn’t want her worrying.

Besides, when Aleta Bravo started to worry, she might get his dad involved. And if his dad got involved, steps would be taken. The two of them might end up boarding a helicopter and tracking him down in the middle of the Gulf.

No joke. It could happen. His parents had money and they had connections and when they tracked you down, you got found.

So now and then, he had no choice but to call his mom back, both to keep her from worrying
and
to keep from getting rescued whether he needed it or not.

She was still talking, all cheerful and loving—and way too determined. “I only ask because I have several terrific women I want you to meet this time. Do you, by any chance, happen to remember my dear friend Billie Toutsell?”

He did, vaguely. Not that it mattered if he knew the woman or not. He knew what she had.

Daughters.

At least one, probably two or three.

His mom continued, “Billie and I go way back. And I’ve met both of her girls. Brilliant, well brought up, beautiful women. Cybil and LouJo. It so happens both girls will be in town for Thanksgiving week…”
In town
meant in San Antonio, where his mom and dad and brothers and sisters still lived. “And I’ve been thinking it would be nice to invite both of them out to the ranch over the holiday weekend, maybe Friday or Saturday. What do you think?” Before he could tell her—again—that he didn’t want to be set up with any of her friends’ daughters, she went right on. “Maybe Billie and her girls would even like to come for Thanksgiving dinner and our reaffirmation of vows.”

After forty years of marriage, his parents were reaffirming their wedding vows, which was great. They’d had some troubles in the past few years, even separated for a while. He supposed it made sense that they would want to celebrate making it through a tough time, coming out on the other side still married and happy to be together.

But did his mother have to invite him
and
every available single woman in south Texas to the big event?

What made him so damn special? His mother had six other sons and two daughters and they’d all been allowed to find their own wives and husbands. In fact, as of now, he was the only one who had yet to settle down. That, somehow, seemed to have triggered a burning need in her to help him find the woman for him.

Hadn’t she done enough? She’d already introduced him to both of his former fiancées. Rachel, whom he’d loved with all his heart, had been killed eight years ago, run down by a drunk driver while crossing the street. He’d thought he would never get over losing her.

But then, three years later, he’d met Wanda at a family party, over the Christmas holidays. His mother and Wanda’s mother were friends. He shouldn’t have gotten involved with Wanda. But he had. And it had not ended well.

Evidently his mom thought the third time would be the charm. “Oh, Travis. I’m so glad you’ll be there.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he muttered. “But, Mom, listen. I really don’t need any help finding a girlfriend.”

“Well, of course you don’t, but opportunity is everything. And you’re always off on some oil rig somewhere. How many women are you going to meet on an oil rig?”

“Mom, I—”

She didn’t even let him finish his sentence. “It’s been years. You have to move on. You know that.” She spoke gently.

“I
have
moved on.”

She sighed. And then she said briskly, “Well, it never hurts to meet new people. And, you know, I’ve recently been acting as a docent—twice a month at the Alamo. It just so happens that I met a lovely young woman there, also a docent, Ashley McFadden. I know you and Ashley would hit it off so well. She’s perfect. Great personality. So smart. So funny.”

Travis winced and sent a desperate glance around the lounge. He could a use a little help about now. He needed someone to rescue him from his own mom.

But rescue was not forthcoming. He was alone with a wide, dark flat-screen TV, a row of snack and drink machines, random sofas and chairs and a matched pair of ping-pong tables. Across the room, a couple of roughnecks were Wii bowling on the other TV. Neither of them even glanced his way.

Faintly all around him, he could hear pounding and mechanical noises and the mostly incomprehensible babbling from the PA system, sounds that were part of life on the
Deepwater Venture,
a semi-submersible oil platform fifty-seven miles off the coast of Texas.

His mother chattered on, naming off more charming young women she knew, more of the still single daughters of her endless list of women friends. He was starting to think he would just have to back out of the Thanksgiving visit, to tell her he wasn’t going to be able to make it home after all.

Sorry, Mom. Something big has come up, something really big. I just can’t be there….

But then he heard swearing. And the swift pounding of heavy boots on the stairs. The sounds were coming closer, descending on him from the deck above.

He knew the voice: Sam Jaworski, the rig manager in charge of the drilling department—aka the tool pusher. Sam was one of eight women on the rig. The safety officer was also a woman. And the rest worked in food service or housekeeping.

Sam, in coveralls, safety glasses and a hard hat, stomped into the lounge at full volume. She was on a roll with nonstop, semi-dirty, surprisingly imaginative language.

His mother was
still
talking. “So you see, I have found several fun, smart, attractive girls you’ll get a chance to meet.”

Sam sent him a quick acknowledging glance. He raised a hand in greeting. She gave the roughnecks a wave and then clomped over to the coffee machine. She poured herself a cup. There was a patch sewn on the right butt cheek of her coveralls. It read I Ain’t Yo’ Mama. She had to stop swearing to take a big swig of coffee.

But as soon as she swallowed, she was at it again. “And then dunk his sorry, skinny ass in a burnin’ barrel of bubbling black crude…”

Travis grinned for the first time since he’d picked up the phone to call his mom. Sam’s swearing was always more enthusiastic than obscene. And it never failed to make him smile.

And then he said, without even stopping to consider the possible consequences, “Mom, I already have a girl.” He held back a chuckle.
Well, sort of a girl.

Sam took off her hard hat and safety glasses, turned toward him and propped a hip against the counter. She slurped up a big sip of coffee—and swore some more.

On the other end of the line, his mom let out a delighted trill of laughter. “Travis, how wonderful. Why didn’t you say so?”

“Well, Mom, you haven’t exactly let me get a word in edgewise.”

“Oh, honey.” She was instantly regretful. “I’m sorry. I was just so glad to hear from you. And I wanted to… Well, it doesn’t matter now. Forgive me for being a poor listener?”

“You know I do.”

She asked eagerly, “What’s her name? Do I know her?”

More choice expletives from Sam. He turned to the wall, cupped his hand around the mouthpiece of the phone, and told his mother, “Samantha, Mom. Samantha Jaworski—and no, you don’t.”

His mother made a thoughtful sound. “But you’ve mentioned her often, haven’t you, over the years?”

“Yeah, Mom. I’ve mentioned her.” He’d known Sam for more than a decade now.

“And she’s nice, isn’t she? You two have been friends for a long time, as I recall.”

“Yeah, we have. And she’s…she’s lovely.” He slanted a glance at Sam as she sniffed and rubbed her nose with the back of her grease-smeared hand. “Very delicate.”

Sam stood six feet tall and she was stronger than most men. She had to be, to get where she’d gotten in the oil business. Most tool pushers were older than she was. And male.

On a rig, the buck stopped at the tool pusher. Sam was on the drilling-contractor payroll. She did everything from making sure work schedules were met to setting up machines and equipment. She prepared production reports. She recommended hirings and firings and decided who was ready for promotion. She supervised and she coordinated. She trained workers in their duties and in safety procedures. She requisitioned materials and supplies. And if it came right down to it, she could haul and connect pipe with the best of them.

On this job, Travis had had the pleasure of working closely with her. He was the company man, paid to represent the interests of the oil company South Texas Oil Industries. Some pushers didn’t get along with the company man. They didn’t like being answerable to the exploration and operation end of the business. Sam didn’t have that problem. She not only had her men’s respect, but she also worked well with others.

She was an amazing woman, Sam Jaworski. But delicate?

Not in the least.

“I get it now,” his mother said. “I’ve been chattering away and the whole time you’ve been trying to tell me that you’re bringing her to Thanksgiving, to the reaffirmation of our vows.”

Crap. He should have seen that coming. Suddenly, his little private joke took on scary ramifications. “Uh, well…”

“Honey, I understand how it’s been for you.” She didn’t, not really. But he knew she meant well. She kept on, “You’ve been…hurt and let down before. I can see where you might be afraid to let it get serious with Samantha. But that’s all right. Just ask her to come with you. Just take that step.”

“Well, I…” He stalled some more, grasping for the right words, the magic words that would get his mother off his back about this once and for all. Those words didn’t come. “Mom, really, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t, okay?”

His mom finally gave it up. “All right, if you don’t want to invite her, if your relationship hasn’t gotten to that point yet, well, all right.” She sighed. And then she brightened and teased, “At least Cybil and LouJo and Ashley will be happy to know they still have a chance.”

Trapped. His gut churned and his pulse pounded. And then he heard himself say, “As a matter of fact, Sam and I are engaged.”

It just kind of popped out. He blinked at the wall. Had he really said that?

His mother cried out in joy. “Travis, how wonderful! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me until now.”

Had Sam heard him say that? He sent the tall, broad-shouldered woman in the grease-streaked coveralls another furtive glance. Uh-uh. She’d turned back to the sink to wash her hands. As he faced the wall once more, he heard her rip a paper towel off the roll.

He looked again. Clomp, clomp, clomp. Coffee mug in hand, she sauntered over to the nearer TV and grabbed the remote. The screen came alive and she started channel surfing.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, his mother was on the case. “And that settles it. You must bring her with you. I won’t take no for an answer, not now.”

He stared at Sam’s I Ain’t Yo’ Mama backside, at her short brown hair, creased tight to her skull from the hard hat’s inner band, at her big steel-toed boots. Had he lost his mind? There was no win in lying to his mom—especially not about being engaged. “Uh, well…”

“Please, Travis, invite her. I’m so happy for you. And you know we’re all going to want to meet her.”

“Mom, I—”

“Please.” Her voice was so gentle. And hopeful. And maybe even somewhat sad—as though she knew that in the end, he was going to disappoint her, that Sam would not be coming with him, no matter what his mother said to encourage him to bring her.

Now he felt like a complete jerk. For lying about Sam. For disappointing his mom. For everything. “Look, Mom. I’ll…check with Sam, okay?”

Dear God in heaven. Where had
that
come from? Bad, bad idea.

“Oh, Travis.” His mom was suddenly sounding happy again. “That’s wonderful. We’ll be expecting both of you, then.”

What the hell? “Uh, no. Wait, really. You can’t start expecting anything. I said I would
ask
her.”

“And I just know she’ll say yes. Two weeks from today, as planned. Love you. Bye now.”

“Mom. I mean it. Don’t… Wait! I…” But it was no good. She’d already hung up.

He took the phone away from his ear and gave it a dirty look. Then he started to call her back—but stopped in mid-dial.

Why ask for more trouble? Hadn’t he gotten himself plenty already?

Grumbling under his breath, he snagged the phone back onto the wall mount, yanked out a chair at the table a few feet away and dropped into it.

 

 

Sam had been waiting for Travis to finish on the phone. She watched as the two roughnecks wrapped up their bowling game and went back up the stairs.

Good. She didn’t need anyone listening in.

She heard Travis hang up, and then the sound of a chair scraping the floor as he pulled it out from the table. She switched off the TV and turned to him. “That roustabout Jimmy Betts? Born without a brain. A walking safety hazard. Give that boy a length of pipe and someone is bound to get whacked in the frickin’ head.”

He seemed distracted, slumped in the chair, a frown on his handsome face. But after a second or two, he said, “He’ll learn. They all do—or they don’t last.”

Sam let a snort do for a reply to that. And then she tossed down the remote and went to join him. She plunked her coffee on the table, swung a chair around and straddled it backward. Stacking her arms on the chair back, she leaned her chin on them. She studied him. He stared back at her, but his brown eyes still had a faraway look in them.

“Your mama, huh?” she finally asked. “Driving you crazy again?”

He grunted. “That’s right.”

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