Circling a Cowboy

Jessie Calhoun hasn't been near a horse in ten years. She hasn't been free in three.
Living with Troy - a man who doesn't need to raise his hand when his voice does the same damage - she's forgotten what her own voice sounds like without permission. When a ranch job forty minutes from home becomes her only way out, she takes it. Walks through the gate, extends her hand, introduces herself like a stranger.
Except Wade Prescott isn't a stranger. He's the man she spent one night with a year and a half ago and left before dawn because a photo on his nightstand told her he belonged to someone else. She called his number weeks later from a cafe, desperate, pregnant, hoping she was wrong. A woman answered. Said she was his wife. Told her never to call again.
So Jessie went back to Troy. Told him the baby was his. Stayed because the baby needed a roof and she'd run out of doors.
Now she's standing on Wade's ranch with his son on her hip and a lie holding her life together. Wade hasn't placed her face yet - but he will. Troy is forty minutes away with a child he believes is his own. And the woman who answered that phone call is still here, watching from the stable door with a clipboard and a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
Every secret Jessie is keeping has a heartbeat. And they're all getting louder.