Almost a Bravo

By Christine Rimmer

She isn’t a true Bravo—

And now she’s inheriting a temporary husband!

It’s shocking enough discovering she was switched at birth. Now, to fulfill the terms of his adoptive father’s will, Aislinn Bravo must marry Jaxon Winter or he loses his beloved ranch. Living together as husband and wife for three months only deepens Aislinn’s desire for her longtime crush. But how can she dream of a future with Jax when her whole life is a lie?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harlequin
• Release date: Oct 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781488093883

Christine Rimmer

A New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author, Christine Rimmer has written more than a hundred contemporary romances for Harlequin Books. She consistently writes love stories that are sweet, sexy, humorous and heartfelt. She lives in Oregon with her family. Visit Christine at www.christinerimmer.com.

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Chapter One

When Jaxon Winter entered the waiting room, every nerve in Aislinn Bravo’s body snapped to high alert. The housekeeper and the grouchy old foreman from Wild River Ranch followed in his wake. Aislinn hardly noticed them. All she saw was Jax.

He saw her, too. How could he miss her? She was alone in the waiting area and gaping right at him. He gave her that crooked smile, the one she’d never forgotten, the one that tucked a sexy little crease into his left cheek. Too bad there was a crease between his eyebrows, too—a crease that signaled the beginnings of a puzzled frown.

Aislinn shrank in her chair. She not only knew his crooked smile. She knew that almost-frown of his. He didn’t remember her. And he had no idea why she was gawking at him.

Stop staring, you idiot!

She tore her gaze free of his and focused hard on a large framed print of the Cape Disappointment lighthouse mounted on the wall opposite her chair. It was one of those mass-produced prints, the solitary lighthouse silhouetted against a wide, gray sky.

The print was dead boring in execution, but Aislinn focused on it anyway to keep herself from sneaking another glance at the tall, broad-shouldered rancher with the thick dark hair.

She heard the brush of footfalls on the carpet as he moved behind her. He spoke quietly to the receptionist. Aislinn stared blindly at that print—until Jax, the ranch foreman and the housekeeper filed into her line of sight and settled into chairs right below the lonely lighthouse.

Now she was staring over their heads, which felt totally awkward all over again. She shifted her gaze once more—downward this time. To her purse, which she grabbed and switched from her left side to her right.

That monumental task accomplished, she crossed her legs and smoothed the skirt of her short-sleeved summer-weight dark blue dress with its cute scattering of tiny white polka dots. The dress had taken her forever to choose. She’d settled on it because the conservative cut and dark color paired with the cheery polka dots said serious, but with a touch of merriment to her.

Okay, maybe the merriment part wasn’t exactly appropriate in this situation. But a girl had to have a sense of humor, especially at a time like this.

Was her face flaming red? It had better not be.

Stop being weird, she scolded herself. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.

At least her past obsession with Jaxon Winter was her secret, one she’d shared only with her closest friend, Keely, who would never betray a trust. Unfortunately, old Martin Durand, Jax’s uncle by marriage and also his adoptive father, had known, too.

That unforgettable summer five years ago, Martin Durand had seemed to make it his personal business to keep an eye on her. He used to watch her as if he suspected she might have a criminal past or something. At the time, she’d had no idea that Durand had somehow figured out how she felt about Jaxon.

She’d remained blissfully unaware that the old man knew about her desperate crush until a couple of months ago when Durand had called her out of the blue and announced that Jax’s divorce had been final for a year—just in case she hadn’t heard.

He’s free now, the old man had said. You can go ahead and make your move.

So bizarre.

At least Martin Durand was never going to say another word about what he knew. According to the letter from his lawyer, he’d died peacefully in his sleep ten days ago. And as for Jaxon, he clearly had no clue that she’d once imagined herself to be hopelessly in love with him.

He doesn’t know.

And he would never know.

And it was going to be fine. It was five years ago—yeah, okay. Back then, she’d shamelessly fantasized that he cared, too. But in real life?

Uh-uh. The man had been married. He’d been all about keeping his wife happy and he’d hardly known she existed.

As for her, she was so past all that, so over him.

Unwisely, she glanced up—and caught him looking at her with that same perplexed frown he’d worn when he walked in the door. Like she was a puzzle piece and he had no idea where she fit.

This was absurd and she’d had enough of it.

She rose, squared her shoulders and circled the waiting room’s central coffee table. Jaxon and the old guy, the foreman—Burt, wasn’t it?—got up as she approached. She held out her hand. Good to see you, Jaxon.

His baffled frown got more so. I’m sorry, he said in the lovely, low rumble that made her think of tangled sheets and sweaty skin. His eyes were the most beautiful blue swirled with gray, like the sky over the Pacific when the clouds start to gather. He took her hand—just long enough for an utterly unacceptable shiver to slither up her arm. Do I know you?

Her smile felt wide enough to crack her face in half. Of course, you don’t remember me. I’m Aislinn Bravo. I worked for you one summer... She turned to the foreman. Burt, isn’t it?

The old guy muttered, Hiya, squeezed her fingers in his rough paw and sat back down.

She aimed a smile at the housekeeper. Erma, right?

Yes, said the housekeeper. Hello. The older woman reached up and took Aislinn’s hand, too, quickly releasing it.

Wait a minute, said Jax. "I remember now. Ashlinn, but spelled in that odd way..."

It’s Irish, she replied, just as she had that first day five years ago. "People pronounce it several different ways. But yes, I prefer Ashlinn."

Jax asked, Aren’t you the one who just disappeared?

Defensiveness made her draw her shoulders back. She faced him squarely. I left a note.

Yes, you did. He looked way too damn pleased with himself that he’d actually recalled some college girl who’d spelled her name oddly and then ran off without giving notice. "It’s all coming back to me now. You said in the note that there was a family emergency, that you had to go."

And, um, I did. Not because of any family crisis, though.

I hope it worked out all right? he asked, his tone sincere and gentle now. Because he was not only hot and manly, he was also a good person who cared about others.

Absolutely. Calamity resolved. Nobody died. Everything’s fine now.

His frown reappeared. So you’re here to...?

She really didn’t get why she was here. But she shared what she did know. I got a certified letter from one of the firm’s partners, Kip Anders, to attend the reading of Martin Durand’s will. Truthfully, that she’d been summoned to the Astoria offices of the old man’s lawyer had made no sense at all to her. First off, she hadn’t known that he’d died. She felt sorry for that, as she would when anyone died. But why would he put her in his will? He hadn’t even liked her—or if he had, he’d had a really strange way of showing it.

She’d considered just blowing the whole thing off, not coming. If Martin Durand had left her something, somebody could mail it to her.

Plus, coming here had meant she was setting herself up for just what was happening now: seeing Jaxon again. It shouldn’t be awkward. They’d hardly known each other. Still, she’d had no doubt she would feel uncomfortable. She’d been so right.

And yet she couldn’t help but be curious. So here she was.

Burt muttered something under his breath and glared up at her. His unfriendliness didn’t surprise her. During those eight weeks she’d worked at Wild River, the foreman had been almost as squinty-eyed and suspicious of her as old Mr. Durand.

I didn’t realize you knew Martin. Jax eyed her warily now.

I didn’t, not really. She felt overwhelmingly defensive, though she had zero reason to be—at least not concerning Martin Durand. I met him that summer at the ranch, that’s all. After I quit, I never saw him again. It was true, but it wasn’t what you would call full disclosure. There’d also been that recent unnerving, out-of-nowhere phone call.

Mr. Winter? Saved by the receptionist. The pretty blonde stood in the arch that led to the inner sanctum. Everyone. She beamed a professional smile in their general direction. Mr. Anders is ready for you now. This way, please.

Jaxon gestured Aislinn ahead of him, so she went first. The receptionist led them back to a conference room with a large oval table and a credenza against the wall on which there was a coffee service, including a tray of pastries and doughnuts.

Kip Anders, a slender, balding guy in rimless glasses and a rumpled tan suit, shook Jax’s hand and introduced himself to the rest of them. Please, he said. Help yourselves to coffee and a bear claw. Get comfortable and we’ll get started.

Get comfortable? How long was this going to take? It was a quarter past ten and she’d agreed to help out at her best friend—and now sister-in-law—Keely’s art gallery starting at noon. The gallery was about a half hour away from Astoria, on the Oregon coast, in Aislinn’s hometown of Valentine Bay. This exercise in awfulness couldn’t go more than an hour, could it?

And seriously, why were they even here? Aislinn had worked for a lawyer’s office not that long ago. At Deever and Gray they never had will readings. Wills were delivered to the parties concerned. A reading of the will only happened in the movies, because it made for good drama.

Her stomach lurched. Was this about drama, somehow, then?

Oh, God, she really shouldn’t have come...

Jax sat at one end of the table. Burt and Erma got coffee and doughnuts and took seats on either side of their boss. Just to have something to do with her hands, Aislinn grabbed a bottle of water. She chose a chair midway down the table. The lawyer took the chair opposite Jax.

Before you leave, said Anders, tweaking his glasses so they sat more firmly on the bridge of his thin nose, be sure you each get your copy of the will, which will be waiting for you at the reception desk.

Aislinn almost popped out with, I think I’ll just grab that now and be on my way.

But she folded her lips between her teeth, set her water on the table and remained in her chair. She was already here and she could spare an hour. Maybe the will contained some complex terms or strange codicils that Kip Anders would need to explain. The lawyer picked up the first paper on the stack in front of him and began to read.

Martin Durand had left bequests of money—ten thousand dollars each—and a series of keepsakes for Burt and Erma. Erma wore a tender look. She seemed sad, but also touched that Durand had thought to leave her something. Who could even guess what that sourpuss Burt might be thinking?

Anders moved on to the next item on the stack. It consisted of several pages paper-clipped together. He removed the clip, set it on the table exactly parallel to the rest of the stack and glanced up to make eye contact—with Jax and then with Aislinn.

Martin Durand chose to write a letter explaining the main elements of his will, said the lawyer. His wish was that I read this letter to you, Jaxon, and to you, Aislinn. He also requested that you, Burt, and you, Erma, be present while the letter is read. As you were longtime and faithful employees at Wild River, Martin felt that all four of you should fully understand what he intended and how it should be carried out. The bequests and conditions explained in this letter are also clearly laid out in his formal last will and testament. Anders fell silent for an endless count of five.

Aislinn had the strangest feeling of complete unreality. Her throat felt dry. Sweat bloomed beneath her arms and her pulse raced. She uncapped her water and took a long drink.

Anders asked, Any questions?

Just read, said Jax.

Anders began, ‘Dear Jaxon and Aislinn, I never intended for you two to know each other.’

What?

Aislinn shot a quick glance around the table.

Aside from Anders, serene behind his frameless glasses, they all looked as confused as she felt. How could Durand have intended anything when it came to her? He’d never set eyes on her until that summer five years ago.

Anders continued, ‘The sad truth, Aislinn, is that I spent the first twenty-one years of your life doing everything in my power never to come anywhere near you. I set myself firmly on pretending that you didn’t even exist. And I succeeded for the most part—until five summers ago, when you took the summer job that brought you back to Wild River Ranch.’

Back? Aislinn couldn’t keep quiet for one second longer. But I’d never been to Wild River before that summer, so there is no way that I could have—

I know this is bewildering, Anders cut in mildly. But if you will allow me to read the letter through to its conclusion, most everything will be explained.

Aislinn felt kind of nauseated. She drew in a careful breath through her nose. Sorry. Go ahead.

With a nod and another quick adjustment of his glasses, Anders went on, ‘Such a simple thing you did, Aislinn, to turn my whole life upside down. You took a summer job working at my ranch. And that is how I came face-to-face with the result of the crime I had committed in a split second of opportunity the night of your birth, a crime I’ve kept hidden for all these years...’

The night I was born?

She couldn’t not speak. I don’t get it. Whatever he did, it’s got zero to do with me. I was nowhere near Wild River on the night I was born. They were all frowning at her—and okay, yeah. She needed to stop interrupting.

But no. Just no.

Durand had it all wrong. Aislinn had been born in Europe, in a tiny principality called Montedoro, where her mother and father and four of her five brothers had traveled when her mom was pregnant with her.

That right there, she insisted, what you just read? How could whatever he did involve me? It couldn’t. I was born in Montedoro, which is on the Côte d’Azur, in case you didn’t know. No way Martin Durand was there when I was born.

Down the table, Burt glared at her. Erma sat silent, her expression unreadable. And Jaxon? He looked like he couldn’t wait for this to be through.

Well, neither could she.

And hold on a minute. The letter hadn’t actually said that this crime of Durand’s involved her, had it? So maybe this had nothing to do with her at all. She gulped. I just don’t understand. Why am I here?

Again, Kip Anders suggested, If I might just finish...?

"But it’s all wrong."

Anders didn’t argue, he simply waited.

With a hard sigh, she gave in. All right. Fine. Finish it, then.

Anders granted her a nod. "Martin Durand writes, ‘The morning of the night you were born, Aislinn, George Bravo and his very pregnant wife, Marie, had driven out to Wild River from Valentine Bay to discuss the possibility of their investing in an expansion of our horse breeding and training operation.

"‘The investment never happened. But during George and Marie’s visit, there was a storm, a bad one. The roads were washed out. Marie went into labor—and so did our then-foreman’s wife, Paula Delaney.

‘You see, Aislinn, I had cheated on my wife, Claudia, with Paula. I make no excuse for that. It was wrong. I did it anyway, with the classic result.’

What a complete SOB, Aislinn cried. All eyes swung her way. Sorry. Really. She shot Anders a desperate glance. And honestly, none of this can be true. They all continued to stare at her. All right. She waved a hand. Fine. Just go ahead.

Anders read on, "‘When she realized she was pregnant, Paula had come to me. She swore that the baby was mine. She wanted to leave her husband and make a life with me and the child. I wanted none of that. I was happy with Claudia, for the most part. I loved my wife and I liked our life together—and Claudia owned Wild River.

"‘Jaxon, you were eight at the time. You’d been with us for four years by then. As I’ve explained to you many times, in honor of the long line of Winters who had owned and worked Wild River for generations, we had you keep your last name when we formally adopted you. But in all the ways that really count, you were our son. We were a family—you, Claudia and I. I told Paula no. I urged her to forget about me. Use your head, I said, stay with Lloyd where you belong. Paula wouldn’t listen. She said she loved me. I was sure there would be trouble, that she would come after me, demand a test that would prove her baby was mine. I would lose everything that mattered to me.

‘I didn’t know what to do to get that woman to leave me alone. And then Marie Bravo showed up and went into labor at the same time Paula did. The perfect moment presented itself, both babies in makeshift cribs made of storage boxes, sharing the same room while Claudia, acting as emergency midwife, tended to the new mothers in rooms on either side.’

Aislinn felt light-headed. Her stomach roiled.

Anders read on, each word painfully slow and clear. ‘I entered the babies’ room when no one was looking and discovered that the infants were similar in size, both with eyes of that same newborn blue. The hair color was different, one darker, one lighter. But there was so little of it on either tiny head, I dared to hope that no one would notice the difference. I saw my moment and I took it, switching the babies and their blankets, too.’

Aislinn sat very still, her hands pressed to her churning stomach. She knew if she moved or even dared to breathe, she was going to be sick—just hack up her breakfast, spew it across the unblemished oval of the conference table.

It was all a lie. It had to be. Martin Durand couldn’t be her father. Her father was George Bravo, a good man, a loving husband and a doting dad, a man who made each of his sons and daughters feel wanted and secure.

She was a Bravo, born, bred and raised. Her parents had been deeply in love, wonderfully brave and adventurous—and more than a little bit foolish.

They’d had a passion for traveling the world, her mom and dad. They’d lost one son on a trip to Siberia. Finn, eight at the time, had simply vanished—kidnapped for ransom, they all assumed. But the ransom demand never came and Finn had not been seen or heard from again. And then her parents were lost, too, a few years later, on a romantic getaway to Thailand, where they were caught in a

Reviews for Almost a Bravo

[gpangel_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Almost a Bravo by Christine Rimmer is a 2018 Harlequin Special Edition publication. Five years ago, Aislinn Bravo worked at Martin Durand’s ranch, and developed a huge crush on his adoptive son, Jaxon. After Martin dies, Aislinn, mysteriously enough, is called to sit in on the reading of his will. Curious as to why she was summoned, Aislinn agrees to attend. Unfortunately, the information she receives is devastating. She learns she was switched at birth, which is shocking enough, but one more added decree upends Aislinn’s life for better or worse. Jaxon has been married and divorced, and now Wild River Ranch is his life. But, his adoptive father has thrown his inheritance into doubt by forcing him to marry Aislinn Bravo and stay married for at least three months. Although, Aislinn will get a cash payout, the inability to rob Jaxon of the ranch he loves, convinces her she must agree to the stipulations of the will. But, her guilt over her teenage machinations five years earlier, her sadness and disquiet over learning she is not a Bravo, and Jaxon’s announcement that he wants her in his bed, has her feeling confused and vulnerable. Will Jaxon convince her to stay married, or will Aislinn pick up the pieces of her life and move on? This is an emotional story, tender and poignant, but also very romantic. The Bravo’s rise to the occasion, which was one of the most awesome parts of this story and Jaxon turned out to be breathtakingly sexy, sweet and thoughtful. The story also has some lighter moments, and I even enjoyed watching Burt, the curmudgeonly ranch hand, meet his match in Aislinn. While Jaxon has been thrown a huge curve ball it is nothing compared to losing one's entire identity. So, in my eyes, Aislinn had a lot more to deal with emotionally, which was evident in the panic attacks she suffered at night. However, Jaxon was an Oak! Solid, patient and supportive when many men would have given up. I will confess to getting choked up a couple of times while reading this one. Jaxon made a big heartfelt speech to Aislinn, the added information about Martin, and of course the unconditional love of the Bravo family is heartwarming and sincere, proving that family is still family, even if they aren’t blood related. So, maybe you’ll want to keep some tissues close by, just in case. Christine Rimmer touches all the right buttons with this one. It’s a deep, reflective story, with an amazing romance, topped off with a sweet and touching HEA!! 4.5 stars

[scoutmomskf · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Captivating and emotional story. What do you do when you discover that everything you believed about yourself is a lie? Five years earlier, Aislinn had briefly worked as a ranch hand for Martin Durand, where she developed a huge crush on the man's adoptive son, Jaxon. Now she's been called to attend the reading of Durand's will. She is shocked and horrified to be told that she was switched at birth with his daughter, meaning that she doesn't have a drop of Bravo blood in her. To top it all off, Durand made it a condition of his will that Aislinn and Jax must marry or Jax will lose his inheritance.The opening scene in the lawyer's office sucked me into the story and grabbed me by the heart. Aislinn's disbelief and pain at hearing the story of her birth was heart-wrenching. Her meltdown was understandable and believable. Getting the news that she also had to marry Jax was one more blow. Though she claimed that her crush was long over, it was obvious that something was still there. And as much as she hated the circumstances, she still likes and respects Jax and doesn't want to be the cause of him losing the ranch. She struggled over what to do, but the outcome was really never in question. Jax is just as stunned over the will's conditions. To lose the home that has been in his family for generations is unthinkable, and he'll do whatever he must to keep it. After all, it's only for three months.I enjoyed the development of the relationship between Jax and Aislinn. The sparks between them were undeniable right from the start. Jax was a bit wary at the beginning, slightly suspicious that Aislinn had found a way to get to Martin and manipulate him. Those feelings didn't last long, as he got to know and like her. I loved the way that he did everything he could to make her feel welcome on the ranch. He's also a pretty straightforward man, and as his attraction to Aislinn grew he made it clear that he wanted her. Aislinn has a harder time of it. Spending time with Jax deepens her feelings for him. Giving in to the desire isn't hard, but believing in a future together is another matter. I ached for Aislinn and the panic attacks she would have each night, and for Jax, who tried to understand but was hurt by the way she pulled away. It was pretty clear that she was fighting against the feeling that she had no control over her life, but she didn't know how to fix it. When the three months are up, both Jax and Aislinn know that they are in love, but Aislinn is still fighting for identity. I loved Jax's patience with her fears and that he never gave up hope. I admit to being somewhat frustrated with her at the end, but I also could feel her pain. Her conversation with Percy and Daffy at the end finally helped her put her fears to rest. I loved seeing Aislinn and Jax come together at the end. There was a sweet little twist involving Martin, also.I loved the importance of family. The love and care that Jax had received from Claudia and Martin made a great foundation for the love he had for Aislinn. For all the love he had for Martin, Jax was also well aware of Martin's faults, and tried hard to help Aislinn see the good side of the man. The closeness of the Bravo family is a huge part of Aislinn's identity, and the news about her birth threw her into a tailspin. She wasn't sure what the news would do to her relationship with her siblings, and that added to her stress. I loved the unquestioning support she received from all of them, especially as she tried to come to terms with her marriage. I really enjoyed seeing her sisters Haley and Harper playing devil's advocate, to get Aislinn to see the truth. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens when the family finally gets in contact with Madison.