Nervously she looked around, wondering who, if anyone, was up at that time of night. “No one is around the ranch,” he murmured, his hand beneath her elbow as they walked toward the side door, the one he’d told her led to his separate suite of rooms. ...
She had found that the brothers, both, had a wicked sense of humor. One that, had she not known any better, would make her think they were in fact blood relatives of the Wildes. Yet the Wildes were not actually blood brothers, despite the similarity in their personalities....
He yanked open the zipper and began to unpack, separating his clothes, his thoughts on the woman foisted on him by the general manager. He still hadn’t unpacked since his return. Although he had a place in town, he’d decided to stay at the station to keep an eye on the reporter. He’d been so tire...