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  Her Birthright, His Billions

  The illegitimate daughter of a late Texas billionaire, Sophia Rivers stands to inherit a fortune. But the stubborn woman doesn’t want a penny of it. As financial advisor to the wealthy Delaney family, Garrett Cantrell has to convince Sophia to accept her inheritance. If she doesn’t, her half brothers will lose their billions. So he introduces himself as a local businessman and starts softening her up, talking to her about family, loyalty and love. But the proud beauty has no idea who he really is. And the truth may cost him his heart.

  Twice Garrett Had Been On The Verge Of Confessing His Identity.

  “What about you and marriage?” Sophia asked, breaking into his thoughts.

  “I’m a workaholic, I suppose,” he said. “I haven’t ever been deeply in love, and I don’t feel ready for marriage.”

  As he gazed into her eyes, he wondered what it would be like to come home to her every night—to make love to her night and day. His thoughts surprised him.

  He hated not telling her about the Delaneys, yet he had heard the bitterness in her voice when she spoke of her father, felt her anger smoldering.

  He realized she was staring at him with a quizzical smile. “What?” he asked.

  “You haven’t heard one word I’ve been saying, Garrett. What are you thinking about?”

  He focused on her lips before looking into her eyes again while desire consumed him.

  He didn’t want to admit the truth yet and the burden of guilt was becoming unbearable, but one way to avoid both was to stop her questions with kisses.

  Dear Reader,

  This second story in the Lone Star Legacy series involves the celebration of two people falling in love in spite of seemingly insurmountable obstacles. Love and romance are wonderful, breathtaking, sometimes overwhelming. The road to romance is a fascinating journey.

  Set in glittering Dallas and the snow-covered Rockies, The Reluctant Heiress shows how the Delaney brothers discover a half sister who has to be brought into the family. To achieve this goal, the brothers turn to a trusted friend and valued employee, Garrett Cantrell.

  The first meeting between the handsome Garrett and striking Sophia Rivers ignites fires in each of them. Sophia cannot resist Garrett even though she knows she should. Trust is fundamental, and forgiveness is a part of Sophia’s and Garrett’s story.

  Some of the most exciting moments in life happen when two people fall in love. Romance is universal, sought after and just plain fun. Come enjoy Garrett’s and Sophia’s story.

  Thank you for choosing this book.

  Sara Orwig

  Sara Orwig

  The Reluctant Heiress

  Books by Sara Orwig

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  SARA ORWIG

  lives in Oklahoma. She has a patient husband who will take her on research trips anywhere from big cities to old forts. She is an avid collector of Western history books. With a master’s degree in English, Sara has written historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Books are beloved treasures that take Sara to magical worlds, and she loves both reading and writing them.

  Many thanks to Stacy Boyd and Maureen Walters.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  Excerpt

  Prologue

  “I don’t have a clue why I’m here,” Garrett Cantrell, company CFO, said at the family gathering in the Dallas office of Delaney Enterprises.

  “Because Sophia Rivers is our father’s child. She’s as stubborn as Dad ever was,” Will Delaney stated, combing his fingers through his black hair.

  “We won’t give up. There’s too much at stake,” Ryan Delaney added, resting one booted foot on his knee. “We can be as stubborn as she is. There has to be a way to reach her.”

  “We need to outsmart her instead of the other way around,” Zach Delaney grumbled.

  “Right,” said Will. “That’s why I asked Garrett to join us.”

  “I’m sure finding out you have a half sister at the reading of your dad’s will was a shock,” Garrett said, “but you should face the fact that she doesn’t want to meet any of you. I’d say give it up.”

  “If we don’t get her on the board of the Delaney Foundation, we can kiss our inheritances goodbye,” Zach snapped. “Also, she’s family. We have a sister—all these years.”

  “I agree,” Will added. “She’s part of our family and we’d all like to know her.”

  “Even if she doesn’t want to know you?” Garrett asked.

  “I think that’s because of Dad and not anything we’ve done. We just want to unite this family and we don’t stand a chance if she won’t speak to us,” Will said. “Each of us has tried and failed to make contact with her. I think the next thing is to send someone neutral.”

  Garrett straightened in his chair, his good humor vanishing. “Go through your dad’s lawyer. She communicates with Grady.”

  “Her attorney communicates with Grady,” Will replied drily. “Grady has never met the lady.”

  “The bottom line is, we want our inheritances,” Ryan stated. “She’s costing each of us four billion dollars. Too much to blow off.”

  As Garrett looked at the Delaneys, he reflected on how his life had been tied to theirs from the day he was born. His father’s life had been closely linked with the family patriarch, Argus Delaney. Besides ties of work and family, Will Delaney, the Delaney CEO, was Garrett’s best friend. Garrett had been raised to feel indebted to the Delaneys, just as his dad had felt obligated. As he thought abou
t what they were about to ask of him, his dread grew exponentially. “I suggest the three of you try again to meet her,” Garrett said.

  “C’mon, Garrett. You can contact her because your name isn’t Delaney. Spend time with her, get to know her, find out why she’s resisting, and we’ll take it from there,” Will said. “Just open the door for us. Go to Houston. You have a family business and a house there. It’s a perfect plan.”

  “I own the property management business in Houston—I don’t work there. Give it up, guys. Don’t ask me to do what you can’t do.”

  “We think you can do this,” Will argued. “You’ve been our spokesperson many times. We’ll make it worthwhile for you. Help us get her on the board and it’s another five hundred million for you.”

  Garrett was already wealthy— He didn’t care about the money. But he couldn’t turn down the brothers because his obligation to the Delaneys ran deep. He sighed as Will handed him a manila folder.

  Garrett looked at a picture of a raven-haired, brown-eyed beauty. Maybe their request isn’t so bad after all, he thought.

  “If she cooperates, she will inherit three billion dollars. It’s not like you’re trying to cause her trouble,” Ryan pointed out.

  “How can she turn down that kind of money?” Zach asked, shaking his head.

  “She must be angry as hell,” Garrett remarked. “That kind of anger isn’t going to change easily.”

  “We have to try,” Will stated. “Will you do it?”

  Garrett glanced at the picture again. He had just inherited three billion from their father. Will was his closest friend. How could he refuse to help them now?

  “Garrett, we’re desperate. And we have a time limit,” Ryan said.

  “All right,” Garrett replied reluctantly. “I can’t say no to any of you.”

  There were thanks from all and a high five from Will, who grinned. “Everything’s going for you. You’re not a Delaney.”

  “I might as well be one,” Garrett grumbled. “I don’t think your half sister will be one degree happier with me than she was with any of you.” Garrett shook his head. “Meeting Sophia Rivers is doomed from the start.”

  One

  Sophia Rivers sipped champagne and gazed beyond the circle of friends surrounding her. Her small Houston gallery was filled with guests viewing her art and helping her celebrate the second anniversary of her gallery’s opening. The crowd was the perfect size, and she was completely satisfied with the turnout.

  “Sophia, I have a question.”

  She turned to see Edgar Hollingworth, a father to her and a mentor, as well as a man whom she and her mother had been friends with before she ever moved into the art world. “Excuse me,” she said to the group around her, and stepped away.

  “Edgar, what can I do for you?” she said to the tall, thin man.

  “You looked as if you needed rescuing,” he said quietly. “You also look ravishing. The black and white is striking on you, Sophia.”

  “Thank you,” she replied, shaking her long black hair away from her face.

  “Shall we at least act as if I’ve asked you about a painting?” Edgar motioned toward the opposite side of the room and she smiled as she strolled with him. “You have a sizable crowd tonight. I’m glad you were able to make it. I haven’t seen you in a long time.”

  “I hadn’t planned to come until about three hours ago. I’ve been in New Mexico, painting. Who’s the couple ahead to our right?” she asked.

  “The Winstons. They’re probably on your guest list because they bought a painting recently.”

  “Now how do you know that?”

  “I sold it to them,” he said, smiling at her, causing creases to fan from the corners of his blue eyes. “I still think you should move your gallery nearer mine. Our galleries would complement each other.”

  Sophia smiled at the familiar conversation that always ended with her saying no. “I do appreciate your gallery carrying my art. You were the first and I’ll always be indebted to you for that.”

  “You would have been in a gallery anyway whether it was my place or another’s. You have a fine talent.”

  “Thank you, Edgar,” she said.

  Sophia glanced around the room again and was slightly surprised when she saw another unfamiliar face. Except this one took her breath away.

  Perhaps the tallest man in the room, he stood in profile. His brown hair had an unruly wave to it and his hawk nose and rugged looks made her think instantly that he would be an interesting subject to paint. He held a champagne flute in his hand as he looked at a painting.

  “There’s someone else I don’t know,” she said.

  “His name is Garrett Cantrell. We talked awhile. He has a property management business here and he’s a financial adviser. He, too, bought one of your paintings last week. Another satisfied customer.”

  A woman approached Edgar, who excused himself, leaving Sophia to contemplate the tall, brown-haired stranger, strolling slowly around the gallery. She suddenly found herself crossing the room to stand near him.

  “I hope you like it,” she said.

  “I do,” he replied, turning to look at her with thickly lashed eyes the color of smoke. Her breath caught. Up close he was even more fascinating—handsome in a craggy way—and his gray eyes were unforgettable.

  “That’s good,” she replied, smiling and extending her hand while still held in his compelling gaze. “Because I’m the artist. I’m Sophia Rivers.”

  “Garrett Cantrell,” he said, shaking her hand. His warm fingers wrapped around hers and an uncustomary tingle ran to her toes. She gazed into his smoke-

  colored eyes and couldn’t get her breath. Her gaze slipped lower to his mouth. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him. The temperature in the room rose. She knew she should look away, yet she didn’t want to stop studying him.

  “The artist herself. And even more beautiful than your paintings,” he said as he released her hand. “You’ve caught the atmosphere of the West.”

  “It’s New Mexico, around Taos. And thank you,” she added. Her pulse jumped at his compliment and she was keenly aware of him as they moved to view another painting.

  “You’re very good at what you do. I look at these and feel as if I’m there instead of standing in a steamy metropolitan city.”

  “That’s what I hope to achieve. So this is the first time you’ve been to my gallery.”

  “Yes, but I own one of your pictures,” he said, moving to the next painting. “You must spend a lot of time in New Mexico. I assume you have a gallery there?”

  “Actually, I don’t. I intend to open one early next year, but I haven’t launched into that yet. It will take time away from painting.”

  “I understand.” He sipped champagne and moved to another painting. “Ah, I really like this one,” he said and she looked at a familiar work. It was an aged cart in front of a brown adobe house with bright hollyhocks growing around it. A small mesquite tree stood at one corner of the house.

  He looked at the next series of paintings. “These are my favorites. The Native American ones,” he said, indicating a man with a long black braid standing beside a horse in an open stretch of ground dotted with mesquite. Overhead, white clouds billowed against a blue sky and a large hawk sailed with widespread wings.

  “That’s a great painting,” he said. “The light and shadows are an interesting contrast.” Happy with his compliment, she smiled. “I’ll take this one. Any chance the artist will help me decide where to hang it? A dinner is in the offering.”

  Again, she had a flutter in her heartbeat. “We’re strangers, Mr. Cantrell.”

  “It’s Garrett. We can fix the ‘strangers’ part. When you can get away tonight, why don’t we go around the corner to the hotel bar and have a drink? Tomorrow evening we’ll hang my painting and then I’ll take you to dinner.”

  “You don’t waste time. I’d be delighted to have a drink tonight. I should be through here in another hour.”
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  “Excellent,” he said, glancing at his watch.

  “I’ll get one of my staff to wrap your painting and we can deliver it tomorrow if you’d like.”

  “That will be fine. The delivery person can leave it with my gatekeeper.”

  She smiled and left to find one of her employees. “Barry, would you help Mr. Cantrell? He wants number 32. Please take care of the sale and get the delivery information.”

  She had to resist the temptation to glance over her shoulder at Garrett.

  Instead, she strolled around, speaking to customers and friends, meeting Edgar again.

  “I see Cantrell bought a painting.”

  “Yes. I’m having a drink with him after this.”

  “That was quick,” he said, glancing across the room. “Seemed nice enough. Wealthy enough, too. Last week he bought your painting from me without hesitation. Now, a week later, he’s buying another one. The man knows what he likes.”

  “I see the Santerros. I have to speak to them.”

  “Have fun this evening,” Edgar said as she left him.

  “I intend to,” she stated softly. “Garrett Cantrell,” she repeated, glancing back to see him at the desk, handing a business card to Barry. Her gaze drifted over his long legs while her heartbeat quickened. Dressed in a navy suit with a snowy dress shirt and gold cuff links, the handsome man was a standout even in the well-dressed crowd.

  She spent the next hour all too aware of where Garrett stood.

  When she saw him talking to a couple she recognized, she waited until he moved away, then worked her way around to them.

  “How are the Trents tonight?” she asked.

  “Fine,” Jason Trent answered.

  “We love your new paintings,” Meg Trent said. “Thanks for the invitation.”

  “Thank you for attending. I saw you talking to Garrett Cantrell. I just met him, but it looked as if you two already know him.”

  “We do,” Jason replied. “I lease a building from his company. He keeps up with whether everything is going smoothly, which it is. Good bunch to work with.”

  “We’re getting one of your watercolors for the family room,” Meg said. “It’s the one with the little boy and the burro.”