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  A pregnancy shock...and only her best friend can help... From USA TODAY bestselling author Maureen Child!

  Style maven and TV personality Naomi Price has made her share of mistakes with men—and she has her secret pregnancy to prove it! But when it comes to her best friend—rich rancher and inventor Toby McKittrick—her taste is impeccable. With the town blackmailer threatening to divulge Naomi’s pregnancy secret, Toby steps in and pretends to be the dad. Now, that’s what best friends are for! But will their relationship ruse turn into the real deal before the scandal blows up as big as the Lone Star State?

  “Engaged.”

  Her mother said the word again, as if savoring it, and smiled. “Oh, Naomi, you’re marrying Toby McKittrick. It’s just wonderful.”

  Naomi had never been on the receiving end of that smile before, so it threw her a little. Then she realized exactly what her mother had said. She wasn’t thrilled about the baby, but about her daughter marrying Toby. Handsome. Stable. Wealthy Toby McKittrick. That was the kind of announcement her mother could get behind.

  And that realization only made Naomi furious. At Toby. She hadn’t expected her parents to be supportive, but having Toby ride to the rescue felt, after that first burst of relief, more than a little annoying. She’d only wanted him here for moral support. Not to sweep in and lie to save her. The whole purpose of coming here to tell her parents the truth was to get it over with.

  “Toby—”

  He looked down at her, gave her a smile, then surprised her into being quiet with a quick, hard kiss that left her lips buzzing. Shock rattled her. He’d never kissed her before, and though it wasn’t a lover’s kiss, it wasn’t exactly a brotherly kiss, either.

  * * *

  A Texas-Sized Secret is part of the series Texas Cattleman’s Club: Blackmail—

  No secret—or heart—is safe in Royal, Texas...

  Dear Reader,

  This time, I was lucky enough to be asked to write two of the books in the Texas Cattleman’s Club continuity, so I was able to spend a lot of time in Royal, Texas. And I enjoyed every bit of it!

  In this book, A Texas-Sized Secret, you’ll meet Toby McKittrick, who built his fortune with his inventions and now indulges his love for raising horses on his ranch. He’s got everything he ever wanted, until his best friend, Naomi Price, shows up with a problem.

  Naomi was raised by parents who barely noticed her existence, so she’s spent a lifetime trying to win approval that was never going to happen. Then she discovers that she’s pregnant from one night with the wrong man, and that the Royal blackmailer knows all about it. He’s going to tell the world, so she has to break it to her parents first.

  Toby won’t let her take the heat alone, though, and instead tells everyone that he is the baby’s father. They agree to a marriage of convenience, but there’s nothing convenient about Toby’s new feelings for his best friend.

  Naomi and Toby have to find a way through the gossip—and toward each other.

  I really hope you enjoy this trip back to Royal as much as I did!

  Happy Reading!

  Maureen Child

  A Texas-Sized Secret

  Maureen Child writes for the Harlequin Desire line and can’t imagine a better job. A seven-time finalist for a prestigious Romance Writers of America RITA® Award, Maureen is an author of more than one hundred romance novels. Her books regularly appear on bestseller lists and have won several awards, including a Prism Award, a National Readers’ Choice Award, a Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence and a Golden Quill Award. She is a native Californian but has recently moved to the mountains of Utah.

  Books by Maureen Child

  Harlequin Desire

  The Fiancée Caper

  After Hours with Her Ex

  Triple the Fun

  Double the Trouble

  The Baby Inheritance

  Maid Under the Mistletoe

  Pregnant by the Boss

  Having Her Boss’s Baby

  A Baby for the Boss

  Snowbound with the Boss

  Texas Cattleman’s Club: Blackmail

  The Tycoon’s Secret Child

  A Texas-Sized Secret

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Excerpt from Reunited...and Pregnant by Joss Wood

  One

  “What did I ever do to this Maverick?” Naomi Price kicked at the dirt, then gave a heavy sigh. “Why’s he after me?”

  Toby McKittrick glanced from the horse he was saddling to the woman standing on the other side of the corral fence. Even furious and a little scared, Naomi made quite the picture.

  She was nine inches shorter than his own six feet two inches, but she had a lot of interest packed into her five-foot-five frame. Her long, copper-brown hair draped over her shoulders like fire, and her chocolate-colored eyes snapped with intelligence and, at the moment, worry. She wore white summer slacks and a loose, pale green shirt with some white lacy thing over it. The boots she wore were ankle-high, pale cream and fit only for walking down clean city sidewalks. Here on the ranch, they’d be ruined in a day or two. But Naomi was a city girl, so no worries.

  “This Maverick,” he said, “he—or she, for all we know,” Toby pointed out, “is after everybody, it seems. Guess it was just your turn.”

  “Maverick” had been creating turmoil in Royal, Texas, for the last few months. Exposing private bombshells, taunting people with their innermost worries and fears, whoever it was not only knew the people of Royal, but didn’t give a good damn about them.

  Somehow this person—whoever—uncovered people’s darkest secrets and then published them. Toby had no idea what the mysterious Maverick was getting out of all this—okay, some people had paid Maverick to keep his mouth shut—but Toby had the feeling the whole point was simply to try to destroy people’s reputations. If that was it, he was batting a thousand.

  “Great,” Naomi muttered. “Just great.”

  “What exactly did he say to get you running out here first thing in the morning?” Toby gave her a long look. Usually, Naomi wasn’t up and moving until the crack of noon. She didn’t go anywhere unless she was completely turned out from the top of her head to the toes of her stylish shoes.

  She sighed, then reached into her shoulder bag for her cell phone. “Look at it for yourself,” she said, handing it over.

  Toby gave the horse a pat, took the phone and keyed it up.

  “It’s ready to go,” she said, “just push Play.”

  Frowning, Toby tipped the brim of his hat back and tapped the phone screen. Instantly, he saw what had Naomi as jumpy as a spider on a hot plate.

  For the last year or so, Naomi had been the star, writer and producer of a small-town
cable fashion show. She was making a name for herself, doing what she did best—advising women on how to look good. Naomi was proud of what she’d accomplished, and she had a right to be. She’d built herself an audience and she worked hard every day to put out the best show possible.

  He scowled at the screen as the video played. Maverick had turned what she did into a parody. He’d found an actress who resembled Naomi to star in it, and the woman was cooing and sighing over a rack of dresses like she was having an orgasm on camera. Then she stepped out from behind that rack and Toby knew instantly what had really set Naomi off.

  The actress looked about two years pregnant. She waddled across the stage, both hands supporting a belly so huge there might have been a baby elephant tucked inside.

  “Oh, man...”

  “Wait for it,” Naomi ground out. “There’s more.”

  A deep frown etched on his face, Toby watched and listened as the actress began talking with a slow, overblown Texas accent.

  “And for summer,” she said, simpering at the camera, “maternity wear just got more exciting! Our big ol’ bellies won’t keep us from looking stylish, ladies.” She flipped long reddish-brown hair behind her shoulder, then rubbed both hands over that comically distended belly before slipping behind that rack of dresses again, still talking. “Remember, accessorizing is key. Drape a pretty belt around that baby belly. Draw attention to it. Be proud. Show the world what a fashionable pregnant woman should look like.”

  Toby’s own temper was starting to spike for Naomi’s sake.

  She stepped out from behind the dress rack again to model an oversize tent dress with a gigantic black belt enveloping that belly. “Tell the world, Naomi,” the woman said, smiling into the camera. “Do it fast, or Maverick will do it for you.”

  Gritting his teeth, Toby turned the phone off and handed it back to her. “Okay, I see what’s got you all churned up.”

  She tucked her phone back into her purse and then reached out to grab the top rail of the corral fence. Her hands tightened on the weather-beaten wood until her knuckles went white.

  “It’s not just that he’s threatening to tell everyone I’m pregnant, Toby,” she said, her voice tight but low enough that he had to lean in to hear her. “It’s that he’s making fun of me. He’s turning my show into a joke. He’s laughing at me.”

  Toby laid his hand over one of hers and squeezed. “Doesn’t matter what he thinks of you, Naomi. You know that.”

  “Of course I know,” she said, giving him a grim smile that was brave, if not honest. “But I watched that video and wondered if I really sound like that. All know-it-all and prissy. Am I prissy?”

  One corner of Toby’s mouth quirked up. “I wouldn’t say so, but you’ve had your moments...”

  She looked at him for a long minute, then let her head fall back and a groan escape her throat. “You’re talking about the mean girls thing, aren’t you?”

  He shrugged and went back to tightening the cinch on his horse’s saddle. Naomi had been his best friend for years. But that didn’t make him blind to her faults, either. Of course, nobody was perfect. Toby knew Naomi better than anyone else, and he knew that she had spent a lifetime hiding a tender heart beneath a self-protective layer of cool disdain.

  “You, Simone and Cecelia have a reputation you more than earned. You’ve gotta admit that.”

  “Wish I didn’t have to,” she muttered and dropped her chin on top of her hands.

  Shaking his head, Toby let her be, knowing her thoughts were racing. So were his own. Naomi and he had been best friends for years now. They’d grown up knowing each other in a vague, from-the-same-small-town kind of way. But in college, they’d connected when he was a senior and she a freshman. He knew her in a way not many people did, so Toby also knew that Naomi was shaken right down to her expensive, useless boots.

  “Things are different now,” Naomi insisted a moment later. She straightened up, and Toby was glad to see a fierce gleam in her eyes. “People change, you know.”

  “All the time,” he said, nodding.

  “Cecelia and Deacon are together now—she’s pregnant, too,” Naomi pointed out unnecessarily. “And Simone and Hutch have worked things out and she’s pregnant with triplets, for heaven’s sake.” She threw up both hands and let them fall to her sides. “It’s a population explosion with the three of us. We’re not the mean girls anymore. We’re...” She sighed. “I don’t know what we are anymore.”

  “I do,” Toby said, watching her with a smile. “You’re Naomi Price—the woman who wears useless boots that cost more than my saddle...”

  She laughed, as he’d meant her to.

  Staring directly into her eyes, he continued. “You’re also the woman who started her own television show and worked her behind off to make it a success.”

  “Thank you, Toby.” She smiled at him, and he felt a sharp tug inside in response.

  “Okay,” she said, nodding to herself as she pushed away from the fence, giving that top rail one last slap. “You’re right. I’m strong. I’m ready. I can do this.”

  “Yes, you can.” Finished saddling his horse, Toby stroked the flat of his hand along the animal’s sleek neck.

  “I don’t know how to tell them,” she said, all the air leaving her body in a rush. “The whole strong, independent feminist thing just goes right out the window when I know I have to face down my parents and tell them I’m pregnant.”

  Toby turned, braced his forearms on the top rail of the fence and tugged the brim of his dark brown hat down low over his eyes. “You should have already told them.”

  “This is so not the time for cool logic,” she snapped. Pacing back and forth along the fence line, she crossed her arms over her middle like she was hugging herself. “What happened to Mr. Supportive?”

  “I’m being supportive,” he argued. “I’m just not patting your head, because you don’t need it.”

  She muttered something he didn’t quite catch and kept pacing. If she’d stop walking so damn fast, he’d give her a hug himself. But the minute he considered it, Toby pushed the thought aside. Hell, he’d been burying his attraction for Naomi for years. He was a damn expert. She’d come to his ranch looking for a friend, so that was what he’d be for her. Which meant telling her what she didn’t want to hear.

  “Naomi,” he said, “you knew you couldn’t keep this a secret forever.”

  She stopped directly opposite him, with the fence separating them. A soft summer wind lifted the ends of her hair, and she squinted a bit into the sunlight, those beautiful brown eyes of hers narrowing. “I know, but...”

  “But nothing,” he said, yanking his hat off to stab his fingers through his hair. “Somebody else took the reins from you. You don’t have a choice now in when to tell your folks. Time’s up.”

  “How did Maverick even find out?” She took a breath and exhaled on a heavy sigh. “You’re the only one—or so I thought—besides me who knows about the baby.”

  That sounded like an accusation. His gaze snapped to hers. “I didn’t tell anyone.”

  “I know that.” She waved that away with such casualness he relaxed again. Toby was a man of his word. Always. The one thing he always remembered his father saying was, “Without his honor, a man’s got nothing.” That had always stuck with him, to the point that Toby never made a promise unless he was sure he could keep it.

  “You know, you’re the only man in my life who’s never let me down, Toby,” she said softly. “The one person I can always count on.”

  He nodded but didn’t say anything, because knowing Naomi, she had more to say.

  “I tried to contact Gio again.”

  And there it was. Irritation spiked inside him, and Toby didn’t bother to hide it. Gio Fabiani, a one-night stand who had left Naomi pregnant and wasn’t worth the dust on he
r fancy boots. But Naomi being Naomi, for the last couple of months she’d been trying to track the man down to tell him about the baby. Even if she did finally find him, though, Toby was sure that Gio wouldn’t give a flying damn.

  “You’ve got to let that go,” he ground out. “Just because the man fathered your child doesn’t mean he’s good enough to be its father.”

  “I know, but—”

  “No buts,” he said, interrupting her. “Damn it, Naomi, you told me yourself that sleeping with that sleaze was a mistake. You really want to make another one by bringing him back into your life?”

  “Shouldn’t he know that he has a child?”

  “If he hadn’t blown in and out of your life so fast, he would know,” Toby said, though in truth he was damned grateful that Gio hadn’t been more than a blip on Naomi’s radar. She deserved better. “I did some checking of my own when you first told me about this.”

  “You checked? Into Gio?”

  “Who else?” He calmed himself by stroking his palm up and down the length of his horse’s neck. “The man’s a worthless user. He goes through women like we go through feed for the horses.”

  She flushed, and he knew she didn’t like hearing it, but true was true.

  His voice low and soft, Toby added, “He’s never going to stand with you, Naomi.”

  She took a breath and huffed it out again. “I know that, too. And I don’t want him to, anyway.” Shaking her head, she started pacing again. “One night of bad judgment doesn’t make for a relationship. But I should tell him about the baby before this Maverick person sends that video out into the world and it goes viral.” She stopped opposite him again and laid one hand against her belly. “Viral. People everywhere will see that awful video. People will be laughing at me. Feeling sorry for me. Or, worse, cheering, because like you said, I haven’t always been the nicest human being on the planet. Oh, God, my stomach’s churning and it has nothing to do with the baby.”

  “You’ll survive this,” he said.