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  His toughest challenge is coming home...

  He’s a distraction she doesn’t need—or want.

  After months of nursing her father back to health, artist Leah Culhane-Petrovic is finally focusing on her work again. But her longtime crush on Sean O’Sullivan is hard to forget. Especially when he moves back to Cedar River—and into the lake house next door! Sean has come home, but is clearly keeping secrets from everyone, even his family. So why does he find himself wanting to bare his soul—and his heart—to Leah?

  “So, what’s the story with your dad and my mom?”

  “Story?” Leah echoed and opened the dishwasher. “Apparently they’re friends.”

  He didn’t look convinced. “Friends? That’s it?”

  She heard his disapproval, figured it had everything to do with her father, and her protective instincts instantly kicked in. “You know, they’re adults. They can do what they like. I wouldn’t get upset over it if I were you,” she said baldly and grinned. “You’ve got bigger problems to worry about.”

  He stilled. “I do?”

  He was so close she could feel the heat emanating from him. “What problems?”

  “Your mom thinks you need a wife.”

  He rocked back on his heels. “A what?”

  “A wife,” she repeated.

  “And does she have anyone in particular in mind?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  He looked incredulous. “Who?”

  Leah smiled, feeling ridiculously triumphant, and then strangely uncomfortable, because he looked so out of sorts. “Me.”

  * * *

  THE CULHANES OF CEDAR RIVER: Family lost, family found

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome back to Cedar River, South Dakota! And to my latest book for Harlequin Special Edition, The Secret Between Them. This is the fourth book in my new series, The Culhanes of Cedar River, and I’m delighted to have the opportunity to share Leah and Sean’s story with you.

  I love opposites-attract stories—mostly because I think in the end, it is our similarities rather than our differences that draw us toward one another when we fall in love. Which is exactly the case with artist Leah Culhane-Petrovic and reformed bad boy Sean O’Sullivan. She’s nursing a broken heart and trying to rebuild her failing career, and he’s holding on to a secret he won’t share with anyone. Until he meets Leah.

  She discovers it takes only one person to believe in you to make you reach for the stars, and he learns that vulnerability isn’t a weakness. And of course, in true romantic style, they get a little nudge along the way from Leah’s widowed dad and Sean’s recently divorced mom—who also happen to be in the middle of their own little happily-ever-after!

  I hope you enjoy Leah and Sean’s story and invite you back to South Dakota for my next book in The Culhanes of Cedar River series, coming soon. I love hearing from readers and can be contacted at [email protected] or via my website at helenlacey.com or Facebook page to talk about horses, cowboys or how wonderful it is writing for Harlequin Special Edition. Happy reading!

  Warmest wishes,

  Helen Lacey

  The Secret Between Them

  Helen Lacey

  Helen Lacey grew up reading Black Beauty and Little House on the Prairie. These childhood classics inspired her to write her first book when she was seven, a story about a girl and her horse. She loves writing for Harlequin Special Edition, where she can create strong heroes with soft hearts and heroines with gumption who get their happily-ever-afters. For more about Helen, visit her website, helenlacey.com.

  Books by Helen Lacey

  Harlequin Special Edition

  The Culhanes of Cedar River

  The Nanny’s Family Wish

  The Soldier’s Secret Son

  When You Least Expect It

  The Cedar River Cowboys

  The Cowgirl’s Forever Family

  Married to the Mom-to-Be

  The Rancher’s Unexpected Family

  A Kiss, a Dance & a Diamond

  The Secret Son’s Homecoming

  The Fortunes of Texas: The Lost Fortunes

  Her Secret Texas Valentine

  The Fortunes of Texas

  A Fortunes of Texas Christmas

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  For my agent, Scott Eagan—Thank you for your continuing support. And for sometimes having to talk me down off the ledge.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Excerpt from The Cowboy’s Claim by Nina Crespo

  Chapter One

  Sean O’Sullivan knew exactly who owned the big yellow dog that had decided to lay directly in front of his door.

  Leah Culhane-Petrovic.

  The most annoying woman he’d never met.

  Her father, Ivan, lived next door, and she’d moved in with old man two days ago. He’d seen her high school graduation picture sitting proudly on the mantel above Ivan’s fireplace.

  She’d moved in to help care for her father, who’d had a stroke five weeks earlier. The news was obviously good for Ivan, but bad for him. Because since six o’clock the previous morning, there had been three moving vans barreling down their shared driveway, kicking up clouds of dust and gravel in their wake. The fact her two dogs had already found their way into his yard and dug holes all over the place was bad enough, but the fact that one of the yellow monsters had decided to sleep on his porch and chew the leg off a cane chair was the last straw.

  He checked his watch, saw it was eleven o’clock and decided to walk over and give her a piece of his mind. It wasn’t that he cared about sharing the driveway with his neighbors—he liked Ivan well enough—but Sean had moved to the house by the river for solitude, and that was all about to change. Leah was an artist and would be setting up a studio in the large shed at the rear of Ivan’s yard...right near the hedge that separated the two properties. Which was where the moving vans had unloaded pallets of gear and equipment the previous day.

  There goes my privacy.

  The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. Enough to grab his jacket, shove his feet into boots, pick up the house keys and head through the front door. The dog followed him down the path and through the hedge and over the worn track. The mutt started barking the moment they reached Ivan’s yard and its cohort, a bigger and shaggier version, began doing the same thing, and then started racing around Sean as he made his way toward Ivan’s house.

  It wasn’t that Sean didn’t like dogs—he’d had one or two as a kid—he just didn’t like the idea of someone else’s lounging on his porch. Because it smacked of a familiarity he was trying to avoid. And Sean had returned to his hometown of Cedar River, South Dakota, to be left alone.

  If only he could get that through to his family.

  It was bad enough he had to endure their well-meaning attempts to butt into in his life every few days or so, but disruptive neighbors he could do without. True, Sean had become friendly with Ivan since he’d moved into the house, and he genuinely liked the older man. Ivan was quiet, studious and didn’t say much, which suited Sean just fine. The sixty-nine-year-old had no major side effects othe
r than his slightly uneven gait, and he often used a cane to support himself. Sean sensed the former high school history teacher liked his life quiet and uncomplicated, surrounded by his books and the watercolors he painted. And Sean was happy with the mostly silent chess games—it meant he didn’t have to offer any explanations for his own behavioral tics.

  He climbed the steps and tapped on the door, flicking a glance sideways to the table and chairs on the wide veranda. The chess game they’d left two days ago was sitting untouched on the table. The truth was, Sean wasn’t much of a chess player, but he liked that he could sit without having to talk. He could just simply concentrate on the game and purge everything else in life right out of his mind.

  He waited, then tapped again. And again.

  Sean heard something. He wasn’t sure what. Which wasn’t unusual because he was becoming increasingly used to mishearing, or simply not hearing things. Since the diagnosis twelve months ago, his whole life had changed. Thinking about it invoked a familiar helplessness and resentment, and he quickly pushed the feelings aside.

  With no answer, he turned around to leave and then stumbled back on his heels.

  A woman stood at the bottom of the steps. Recognition flickered for a moment in his mind, then quickly faded. She wore jeans and a checked shirt, a long sheepskin vest that came to her knees, mid-heeled cowboy boots and a bright orange hat. She had long, ink-black, wavy hair that hung down her back and deep green eyes. He stared at her, oddly fascinated by her riveting colors. She wasn’t like the women he was usually attracted to—but somehow, she was impossible to ignore. For one, she had the most incredible hair he’d ever seen, and the more he looked the more he noticed that there were colors of pink and purple subtly threaded throughout the long waves cascading down her back. And her emerald eyes were glaring at him, filled with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. A strange sensation hit him in his gut, one he didn’t want to acknowledge. Because feeling anything was out of the question.

  Sean quickly pulled himself together and spoke.

  “Can I help you?” he asked.

  She propped her hands on her hips and tilted her head a little. “I was about to ask you the same question.”

  “I was looking for Ivan.”

  “He’s resting,” she said, head still at an angle. “You must the neighbor I’ve heard so much about.”

  Again, recognition wavered inside his head, but Sean was certain he’d never met her. “You have?”

  “Dad says you suck at chess.”

  Dad?

  Sean stared at her. This was Ivan’s daughter? Impossible. The girl in the photograph on the mantel had glasses, braces and a shy, awkward smile—definitely not the confidence of this...woman. He took a few steps toward the edge of the porch. “You’re not his daughter... Leah.”

  Her shoulders tightened. “I’m not?”

  Heat crawled up his neck, and he hated the fact she was making him uncomfortable. Sean didn’t do uncomfortable. Women didn’t make him tongue-tied. Women flirted with him and then usually, if things went well, fell into his bed. “You’re...the picture...the one on the mantel...”

  She threw her head back and laughed, exposing a long throat that hitched his awareness of her up a couple of notches. He quickly pushed the notion aside.

  “Dad’s favorite,” she said, her green eyes wide with amusement. “He still likes to think of me as his little girl.”

  Sean did his best to ignore the way his heart was beating faster than usual. Perhaps because he hadn’t been close to an attractive woman in months. Not that he thought she was attractive. He didn’t go for artsy types. In the past he’d dated models and actresses who were uncomplicated and self-centered and no more interested in anything long-term or serious than he was. At the moment he didn’t date anyone. Hell, he tried not to even see anyone. Just like he wanted.

  He uncharacteristically tugged at his collar and hated the way her gaze followed his every move. It felt like she was watching him—examining him. And he didn’t like it. All he wanted to do was bail and head home. But a good dose of ego made him stay exactly where he was and stare at her in return. Which, he realized, wasn’t exactly a hardship. Sure, she wasn’t his type, but he had to admit she was attractive in her own way. And he had time to kill. Since returning to Cedar River he had plenty of time.

  The truth was, he’d spent the past couple of months trying to figure out what he was going to do next. He might have bailed on his career, but life still went on. Or so he’d been told by doctors and specialists. And he knew his family would say the same thing—if he told them the real reason he’d come home. He almost wished he had to work. But he had more money in the bank than he could ever spend and no inclination to earn more doing something he had little interest in.

  “So, Dad’s resting...like I said.”

  Her voice again, dragging him back into the moment. Sean managed a slight shrug and tried to appear indifferent either way. “Sure... I’ll come back later.”

  She took a couple of steps forward. “You can wait for a while if you like. He usually only naps for an hour at a time. I’ve just made some hot chocolate.”

  Chocolate? Why not? It wasn’t as though he had anywhere else he needed to be. And it was getting cool. Colder temperatures were forecast for later in the week, but it was a typical fall day, with enough bite in the air to require a coat and good boots. Fortunately he had both. “Ah...sure.”

  She smiled and her green eyes darkened. “Be back in a minute,” she said as she moved up the stairs and disappeared into the house.

  Sean lingered by the steps, ignoring the dogs, which were winding around his legs in turn begging for attention. They got bored with his lack of response and plopped into their beds, situated at the end of the veranda.

  She returned a few minutes later, carrying a tray, maneuvering through the doorway with smooth dexterity. Her hair swayed as she walked, and he caught a glimpse of the colors hidden beneath the strands. It suited her, he thought. And something niggled at him, a kind of hazy awareness that made him shake his head. This was so ridiculous. He didn’t know her. They’d never met.

  “Here we go,” she said, her voice almost floating on the air between them. “Please, sit down.”

  Sean remained where he was, watching as she dropped a dollop of whipped cream into each mug. It both irked and amused him that she hadn’t asked how he liked his drink, just assumed he’d take it the way she was offering.

  He moved across the veranda and sat down, perched uncomfortably on the edge of the wicker love seat. She sat down opposite and passed him a mug. But she didn’t speak. Instead, she touched the rim of her mug with her thumb and wiped away some milky foam and then popped her thumb in her mouth. The action shouldn’t have registered as anything to him. But he experienced an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. The awareness was back, only this time it didn’t dissipate so easily. Sean looked at her, trying to find flaws as a way of dispelling the awareness. But it was difficult, if not impossible. Her emerald eyes especially—they were damned near perfect. And her lashes were the longest he’d ever seen; he could tell she wasn’t wearing a shred of mascara.

  “Dad said you were retired?”

  Sean stared at her mouth. “On hiatus,” he replied, ignoring the heat from the mug in his hand.

  “You work in the music business?”

  He shrugged. “I did.”

  “And movies, too?” she asked.

  Sean nodded. “That’s right.”

  Her head angled to the side a fraction. “And now you don’t do anything?”

  There was enough tone in her voice to sound like criticism, and he scowled. “I’m taking a break from the industry.”

  “You mean taking a break from life?” she asked bluntly, pulling no punches.

  Irritation wove up his spine, and he decided he didn’t like this woman one little
bit. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I came back to Cedar River to spend time with my family.”

  Her brows rose dramatically. “Really? Dad said you spend most of your time alone. Unless you’re here letting him beat you at chess.”

  His irritability increased. “My parents got divorced. My dad remarried,” Sean said as an answer, and then almost jumped out of the chair the moment the words left his mouth, because he had no idea why he would say such a thing to a stranger. He certainly didn’t want her knowing anything about his personal life. Not that his parents’ divorce was a secret around town. But the reason they parted was still a sore issue for him.

  Jonah. His half brother. Barely three months younger than he was. The son his father had kept secret for nearly thirty years, the result of an affair he’d had before Sean was born. But it wasn’t a secret anymore. And now his parents were divorced and his father was married to Jonah’s mother, Kathleen. His family had imploded, and it felt as though he was the only one who gave a damn, since Liam, Kieran and Jonah had all gotten married over the past few years and were all busy with their new families.

  “I know your mom,” she said, dragging his attention back into the moment and smiled, exposing perfectly even teeth. “She’s been talking to me about showcasing some of my work at the art gallery in town. Your sister-in-law is the curator there, correct?”

  Was there anything about his family that she didn’t know?

  Sean’s mouth compressed into a tight line. Yes, Kayla was the gallery and museum curator and his eldest brother Liam’s wife. “That’s right.”

  “I’m also doing a piece for the foyer at the hotel, so I’ve met Liam several times.”

  Hmm. She was way too familiar with his family. Well, he knew some things about her, too. “You’re a sculptor?”

  She nodded. “Yes. I work mostly with metal. But I also paint a little, and do pottery.”

  “A triple threat.”

  She grinned. “Thank you. So, what’s with the mountain man look?” she asked, still smiling.