Rustling Up Trouble. Delores Fossen
“Trust me, I’ve had a lot of practice resisting you.”
Rayanne blinked and stared up at him. “Excuse me?”
Blue was surprised that she was surprised.
“You think all that time we worked on those cases together that my mind was solely on the job? I’ve been attracted to you since day one.”
For just a heartbeat, she looked a little pleased about that. Then she shook her head. “You don’t remember all that, remember?”
“Oh, I remember some things.”
Things that caused him to stray into the stupid realm again, because he brushed a kiss on her cheek. Thank goodness it was only her cheek, because he could have sworn he saw little lightning bolts zing through her eyes.
She let go of him so fast that he had no choice but to sit back on the bed or he would have fallen. “Blue, this can’t happen again.”
He nodded. “I know.”
And he did.
Didn’t he?
Rustling Up
Trouble
Delores Fossen
USA TODAY bestselling author DELORES FOSSEN has sold over fifty novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. She’s received the Booksellers’ Best Award and the RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, and was a finalist for a prestigious RITA® Award. In addition, she’s had nearly a hundred short stories and articles published in national magazines. You can contact the author through her webpage at www.dfossen.net.
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Contents
Deputy Rayanne McKinnon’s breath stalled in her throat, and she did a double take. No, her eyes hadn’t deceived her.
She was looking at a dead man.
At least, he was supposed to be dead.
But dead men didn’t move, and this one was definitely doing that.
He was crouched behind a big pile of rocks. And he had his attention trained on the back fence that coiled around the pasture of her family’s ranch. It was that particular fence and a tripped security sensor that’d caused Rayanne to ride out and have a look. She’d figured a cow had gotten out.
She darn sure hadn’t expected to find him.
Even though he was a good twenty yards away and had his face partially concealed with a low-slung white Stetson, Rayanne had no trouble recognizing him.
Blue McCurdy.
Just the sight of his ink-black hair, rangy body and chiseled face sent her stomach churning. An invisible meaty fist clamped around her heart, squeezing and choking until her chest was throbbing like a toothache.
The memories came. All bad.
Well, mostly bad, anyway.
Rayanne pushed aside the ones that were good, including the little tug of relief at seeing Blue alive.
She