A Safe Surrender: A Donnelley Brother's Novel (Donnelley Brothers Book 2)

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Author: Alannah Carbonneau
had always said that I looked just like her by the photo’s he’d seen. That was a compliment - ever since I was little I’d wanted to look like her.
    Pushing my car door open, I climbed from the low seat. There was a lot of snow out here on the Donnelley Ranch, but thankfully the roads, walkways, and parking lots had been plowed. It was a nice sunny winter day, but there were plenty of people wandering about the property. I hadn’t thought it would be very busy here in the winter as Ember had only bothered to come out in the summer, but it was obvious by the number of people who were cross-country skiing, that the Donnelley Ranch was an every season oasis.
    I spotted a little sign-in shop that was connected to what looked like a large house and walked in that direction. The open sign was glowing and I didn’t know where else to go. Taking the steps carefully in my heeled boots, I pulled on the door and walked through. Comfortable warmth met me and I gave a small sigh at getting out of the winter air. I wasn’t exactly dressed for the weather as much as a position.
    A woman walked out from a back room holding a little green mug. The liquid in the cup was steaming and the aroma of caffeine was mouth watering.
    She smiled as she caught sight of me. “Oh, you must be Kamilla? I’m Gracie.”
    She offered me her hand and I shook it. “Actually, I prefer Kami for short. It’s nice to meet you, Gracie.”
    “Likewise, Kami.” Gracie smiled. “I have my coworker and future daughter in law meeting us here for your interview. It was actually Reese’s idea to hire some female guides for the Ranch.”
    “Oh,” I nodded. “Why did she think there needed to be females?”
    “Well, Reese actually contacted me to take her on a month long tour. She had requested a female tour guide for personal reasons and as I was the only guide available, I agreed to her tour. Then, as fate had it, I broke my ankle two days prior to her tour and was no longer able to be her guide.”
    I raised a brow, “So she couldn’t go?”
    “She did go on her tour. I actually placed her in Logan’s care. Logan is my eldest son.” She beamed. “It was a good thing it all worked out as it did, because now Reese is pregnant and she’s set to marry my son this September. It will be a lovely wedding.”
    “So, it all worked out.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why hire more females?”
    “Well, it came to my attention that it probably won’t always work out so nice in the future. The Donnelley Ranch would really like to cater to everyone’s needs and providing only male tour guides can be uncomfortable for some women.” Gracie explained.
    I nodded, wondering what Reese’s reasons were for requesting a female, but I didn’t ask. “I can see that.”
    Gracie cocked her head to the side, studying me. I wondered, had I given something away? Had I said something wrong? Something to make her think I really was the wounded soul I was pretending not to be?
    “Hmm,” Gracie lifted her coffee cup. “Did you want a coffee, Kami?”
    Again, my mouth watered. “I’d love a coffee, please.”
    “If you drink it then there will be nothing left for Reese to salivate over.” She chuckled. “That woman needs to slow her caffeine intake now that she’s pregnant.”
    I followed her into the back room when she waved me along, smiling politely as I asked. “How far along is she?”
    “She’s only just found out that she’s pregnant. I probably shouldn’t be telling everyone, but it’s not like it’s hard to piece the puzzle together with all of Logan’s frantic fussing over her.”
    I smiled, but I couldn’t help the tight feeling inside of my chest. This Reese woman sounded really lucky to have a man who cared for her as much as Gracie’s son, Logan. “He sounds like he loves her.”
    “Oh,” Gracie nodded as she handed me a mug. “He does.” She pointed to cream and sugar. “Help yourself.”
    Moving forward, I poured a dash of
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