Sam smiled. “You really care about other people.”

      Did he care about her, too? Priscilla wondered. “I’m sure your father is sorry about what happened.”

      “I think so. At least that’s what I told myself, or I would never have returned to Wisconsin.” He slid his arm around her shoulder and turned her so that he could look down into her face. “We wouldn’t be standing here in the moonlight if I hadn’t come home.”

      Her pulse thrummed. “Then I’m glad you did.”

      “Me, too.” His gaze seared her. “And I was lucky to find you again.”

      Time stood still, and Priscilla felt as if she could stay in this moment—in Sam’s arms—forever.

      She only wished that were true.

      Dear Reader,

      There are two of us writing as Lynn Patrick—Linda Sweeney and Patricia Rosemoor—and we’re both horse crazy, so The Long Road Home was especially fun for us to write. In the past, we traveled to Kentucky to research horse farms for a story. And the Kentucky Derby, of course. Plus, on a trip to Ireland, we had a private tour of The Irish National Stud.

      Linda grew up on a farm and often had to round up the cows on one of their horses. I (Patricia) rode for pleasure and competed both in Western and English. I got to round up cows, too, one time when doing research for a ranching series. My mount used to be the lead horse, and when the cows saw him, they ran like everything, with my horse right on their tails. The cows crossed the river as was planned, only a bit too soon, as they brought down some fencing.

      We hope you’ll enjoy a fun ride on the road to love with Priscilla and Sam.

      Best,

      Lynn Patrick