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  Table of Contents

  Aidan’s Arrangement

  About the Book

  Dedication

  Copyright

  The Langley Legacy

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Table of Contents

  Aidan’s Arrangement

  About the Book

  Dedication

  Copyright

  The Langley Legacy

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Aidan’s Arrangement

  The Langley Legacy, Book 4

  Peggy McKenzie

  About the Book

  Langley’s Legacy - 1933

  Can an arranged marriage between two feuding families create a new beginning and help them survive the catastrophic financial devastation of the Great Depression or will secrets and betrayal doom them all to failure?

  Maura Jackson has heard about the feud between her family and the Langley’s since she could walk. Her papa made certain she knew every despicable detail. She wanted to hate Aidan Langley. She needed to hate him. It was her duty to her family to hate him. But, ever since that hot summer day when she and Aidan caught each other swimming nude, she has had a hard time convincing herself what she feels for Aidan Langley is hate. It feels like so much more. Now, her parents have agreed to a business arrangement with the Langleys. She and Aidan will marry and have a child—the link that will bind the families together. But can she keep her part of this arrangement without losing her heart to the handsome enemy?

  Aidan Langley’s life had been pretty good up to this point. But when financial setbacks threaten to rob his family of everything his parents and the generations before them worked so hard to claim, he was agreeable to do just about anything—even when his parents asked him to marry Maura Jackson, the great niece of the man who accused his dad of ruining him and caused a black mark on his family’s name. Could their union truly unite these two feuding families, or will their animosity toward each other tear them even farther apart? Aidan wasn’t convinced it could work but he would do his duty to his family’s legacy. One thing was for certain, his heart would never belong to Maura Jackson—and as soon as he lived up to his end of the bargain, he would set her free.

  A story of perseverance and discovering love in the last place you expected to find it.

  “Beare and Forbeare”

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to the human spirit and its ability to persevere in the face of hardship and heartache. There is no greater force than the single-minded determination to follow our dreams and to create a legacy worthy to pass down to our children, our children’s children, and all the generations that come after.

  “Beare and Forebeare” is an Irish motto that means be patient and endure—a human condition all people have in common without regard to borders.

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 Peggy McKenzie

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, redistributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, print, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Author.

  Columbine Publishing Company

  The Langley Legacy

  “Beare and Forebeare” (be patient and endure)

  Meet the Langleys who’ve traveled from their homeland of Ireland with only what they could carry. Along with the meager possessions brought from their homeland of Ireland, were a piece of lace and a silver pocket watch with the family motto “Beare and Forebeare” inscribed inside.

  When the Langleys settle in New Dawn Springs, Oregon, little did they suspect the land would be a legacy to those who would come after them and that the land would be owned by the family for generations to come.

  Follow the Langleys rich family history through the years as told through the wonderful storytelling voices of these six bestselling authors.

  1850 - Finn’s Fortune - Kathleen Tighe Ball

  1875 - Patrick’s Proposal - Hildie McQueen

  1899 - Donovan’s Deceit - Kathy Shaw

  1933 - Aidan’s Arrangement - Peggy McKenzie

  1968 - Heath’s Homecoming - Merry Farmer

  Present - Collin’s Challenge - Sylvia McDaniel

  Chapter One

  July 1933

  The Legacy Ranch

  New Dawn Springs, Oregon

  Aidan Langley rode his horse over the rise and down to the creek winding its way through his family’s ranch. The creek ran year-round thanks to the snow melt of the mountains to the north. A great location for raising livestock. And a family—the very reason his great-grandfather, Finn Langley, chose this spot to homestead when he first arrived in Oregon from Ireland in the 1850s.

  Frisco, the appaloosa gelding he rode was thanks to his grandfather, Patrick Langley, who bred the spotted horses until the day he died. He had loved his Grampa Langley, who let him name the old appaloosa stud when Aidan had been about three years old. To everyone’s chagrin, Aidan named him Pokey Dot.

  He urged the muscled short-barreled horse down the gulley and into the brisk flowing water. Frisco stood in the middle of the creek chest high and pulled at the reins, stretching his neck to drink his fill of the cool, clear water. After the horse had his fill, Aidan guided him on to the wet sand-covered bank and dismounted, careful to keep hold of the reins. The last thing he wanted to do was walk back to the house on a hot day like today. A glance at the bluebird sky gave every indication it was going to get hotter.

  He studied the movement of the creek. A stick about a foot long floated by, gently bobbing in the dappled shade of the trees lining both banks of the water. “Hell, why should you get all the fun, Frisco?” He spoke to his horse and patted the big horse on his rump. “Work is done. How ab
out I tie you up here next to this green grass while I dip a toe or two?”

  Aidan pulled his lead rope off the saddle horn and tied Frisco to a tree a few yards away from the edge of the creek. He could cool off and keep one eye on his ride home.

  He pulled off his boots and socks, jerked his sweat soaked t-shirt over his head, and pushed off his jeans and underwear down his long, muscled legs. A faint breeze bounced off the water and nipped at his nakedness. Goosebumps pebbled his skin when he slipped beneath the waist deep, snow melt frigid water flowing around him.

  He grabbed a fist full of tree root jutting from the creek’s bank to keep himself from drifting down stream. His body adjusted to the cold water and he lay back in the water, his eyes closed, clinging to the root, the sun beating down from the cloudless sky. This was heaven.

  The gentle rocking of the flowing water lulled him into a state of semi-consciousness. He was vaguely aware of the sounds of the outdoor surrounding him. Meadowlarks chirped from every tree branch. He heard crickets in the tall pasture grass growing to the edge of the creek banks. He heard water trickling off rocks and roots lining the creek. And he heard laughter. A sweet and joyful sound. It made him smile—wait. Laughter?

  He sat up in the water and listened closer. There it was again. Aidan faded into the shrubs and saplings lining the creek bank. Someone else had sought relief in the cool water of the creek that ran through his family’s property. But who? No one had permission to access this creek except his family and their hired hands—and there weren’t many of those left since the stock market crashed in twenty-nine and reversed everyone’s fortunes.

  He searched the bank for the spot he had thrown his clothes. Damn. He couldn’t get to them without climbing out of the water. And if he climbed out of the water—

  A terrified scream sliced through his thoughts. He dove into the water and swam downstream. The current pushed his strong strokes through the water. Soon, he was around the bend and face to face with a—naked girl?

  At second glance, Aidan realized this was no girl. His brain was very clear on that matter. These were the curves of a full-grown woman, of that, he had no doubts. But, who was she and where had she come from? It wasn’t every day he found a female standing naked at the edge of his family’s creek without a stitch of clothing on. It was most definitely not an everyday occurrence.

  Perhaps that was why he kept staring at her nakedness. He watched the woman pull at the wet waist length strands of honey colored hair to hide her charms from his gaze. It might have worked but for the breeze kicking up a curl or two exposing patches of peach-colored skin.

  Aidan pulled his eyes from her—charms—and collided with a pair of vivid green eyes that punched him in his gut. The color reminded him of the grass of Ireland he saw on the pages of the picture books in Grampa Patrick’s old room before he died.

  Aidan thought he had died and gone to heaven. He knew he was staring, but she had the face of an angel—

  “Is there something wrong with you? Are you a complete imbecile? Get out of the water!” She shrieked at him.

  Okay. Not the voice of an angel. That much was clear.

  “I can’t get out of the water. I’m not wearing any—” She screamed again. It was so shrill, it set his teeth on edge. “Is there a reason you keep screeching like a rusty hinge?”

  “Yes, there it is! Right there! Get out of the water!” The woman screamed and pointed to a spot in the water near him. He turned to see the place in the water where she pointed and screamed a high-pitched shriek of his own.

  “Snake!” He screamed again. Waist deep, Aidan thrashed through the water toward the bank. Two quick strokes pulled him to the water’s edge. He leapt out of the water and ran up the incline to stand next to the woman. They both stared at the spot in the water where the snake disappeared.

  Awareness slowly dawned on Aidan. He was standing butt naked next to a woman he had never laid eyes on before—also butt naked. Now what? Careful to keep his eyes forward, he cleared his throat and said the first thing that came to mind. “I guess we both hate snakes.”

  “Yeah, I’d say so if that scream you just let loose is any indication.” He heard her giggled. “You know, you sound like a girl when you scream. I wouldn’t have thought that by the way you look—”

  Aidan kept his eyes forward. He wanted to take offense to her comment, but instead, he laughed at himself.

  “Yeah, I guess it’s the Irish in me that makes me afraid of snakes. The thought of some saint driving snakes out of Ireland gives me the willies.”

  It dawned on him then what she said when she commented on the way he looked. So, she had peeked had she?

  “Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking since you are trespassing on my land in the eyes of the law.” He teased.

  “This is your land? You are—a Langley?” He heard the tremble of something in her voice. Fear? Why would the girl be afraid of the name Langley?

  “Yes, I’m a Langley. Aidan Langley. And this creek, and the land surrounding it, is all Langley land. Well, except that over there to the north. That section belongs to Harvey Jackson and his reprobate family.”

  “I see.” Her voice sounded small.

  “You know who I am, so you must live around here, but I don’t recall seeing you—”

  “Maura. My name is Maura.” She offered nothing more.

  Aidan struggled to keep his eyes level. He was a gentleman, but he was also a twenty-nine-year-old man who would really like to get to know this beauty standing naked by his side a whole lot better.

  “Well, do you have a last name, Maura?” He had to admit he was intrigued by this free-spirited woman. Most females he knew were much too inhibited to go swimming without benefit of a bathing suit. He found it—invigorating.

  Instead of answering his question, she redirected his attention. “Look, there’s the snake clinging to that root. There.” She pointed out, relief evident in her voice.

  His gaze followed her slim finger to the spot where the serpent, solely responsible for their current predicament, now lay at the base of a tree root hanging over the creek bank—sunning itself.

  “So, it is.” He breathed a momentary sigh of relief at the sight of the snake visible and far away from him. But, his attention quickly turned from the sunning snake to the young woman standing naked beside him.

  “You still haven’t told me your last name, Maura. I think I have a right to know who you are.”

  She still didn’t answer his question. Now, he was getting a little bit annoyed at the woman’s coy behavior. After all, she was trespassing.

  He turned his body to try and catch a glimpse of her face thinking perhaps he would recognize her. Instead, she gave him a push from behind that sent him head first into the creek. Shock and surprise left him flailing in the water, the current carrying him downstream without a root to grab hold of.

  Aidan watched the naked woman pick up her clothes and turn to him as he floated backwards down the creek.

  “My name is Jackson, if you must know, Mr. Langley.” She called out to him as he floated toward the next bend. “Maura Jackson. I believe you would know me as the reprobate daughter of Harvey Jackson.”

  Chapter Two

  Maura Jackson crossed the boundary fence between her parent’s land and the Langley property before she turned to see if the very naked Langley heir apparent had managed to pull himself out of the creek yet. She grinned at the sight of his muscular frame hunkered among the trees along the creek bank. There was a horse tied just in front of the copse of trees where he crouched. His clothes lay just behind his present location.

  She tied her long hair into a braid on the twenty-minute walk home. Her hair and clothing dried in the hot July sun by the time she rounded the corner of her parent’s front porch.

  “Momma, where are you?"

  "Maura, where have you been? Your papa has been looking everywhere for you since he got back from Sully Langley’s house. There’s something he need
s to talk with you about.”

  "I was just exploring, Momma. It’s been so long since I’ve been home.”

  Maura saw no need to tell her momma she had just been in the Langley creek with a Langley of her own without benefit of a bathing suit. She knew Mary Jo Jackson would never understand that kind of behavior from a lady no matter what the folks of West Coast California thought about the matter. And her momma wouldn’t care that she was a twenty-four-year-old independent working woman either. That sort of behavior wasn’t proper in New Dawn Springs.

  Thoughts of her former employer and his family back in California made her fight back tears. She was homesick for Mr. Vanderleaf and his wife, Ava, who had hired her right out of boarding school as nanny to their six young children. They knew she was young and unqualified, but they took a chance on her anyway, and now she missed them like the family she never had.

  Maura refused to wallow in self-pity. Instead, she flipped her braid off her shoulder and let it dangle down her back and went to find her mother. “Where are you, Momma? I hear you talking, but I don’t see you.”

  Her momma rose from the ground next to the front porch steps where her herb garden grew in abundance during the summer months. The hem of her work dress was covered in dirt and bits of green.

  Maura hurried to her momma's side and helped her lift the loaded baskets of herbs she’d gathered since Maura had snuck off this morning. A twinge of guilt pinched her conscience when she thought of the hard work this farm required of her momma. Papa never seemed to be around when there was work to do. She tried to push the uncharitable thought back where it came but, there was a thread of truth to it.

  "Where is Papa? Why isn’t he here to help you with these baskets? They are much too heavy for you to lift.” She admonished her momma and helped her up the steps and onto the front porch of the little shotgun house.