Why was she feeling such a strong attraction to Walker?
This wasnât usually how it worked with her and men. Most of the time she thought of them as a nuisance, not an attraction.
âYou okay?â
The truck had slowed down for traffic again and she took a quick glance over at him, then wished she hadnât when she saw he was gazing at her with those gorgeous dark eyes. âYes. Why would you think not?â
âYou shivered just now.â
He had to have been watching her mighty close to have known that. âJust felt a little chill.â
âThen maybe I should turn up the heat.â
Turn up the heat?
She was feeling hot enough already!
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Breaking Baileyâs Rules is part of New York Times bestselling author Brenda Jacksonâs Westmorelands seriesâA family bound by loyalty ⦠and love!
Prologue
Hugh Coker closed his folder and looked up at the five pairs of eyes staring at him.
âSo there you have it. I met with this private investigator, Rico Claiborne, and heâs convinced that you are descendants of someone named Raphel Westmoreland. I read through his report and although his claims sound pretty far-fetched, I canât discount the photographs Iâve seen. Bart, every one of your sons could be a twin to one of those Westmorelands. The resemblance is that strong. I have the photographs here for you to look at.â
âI donât want to see any photographs, Hugh,â Bart Outlaw said gruffly, getting out of his chair. âJust because this family might look like us doesnât mean they are related to us. We are Outlaws, not Westmorelands. And Iâm not buying that story about a train wreck over sixty years ago where some dying woman gave her baby to my grandmother. Thatâs the craziest thing Iâve ever heard.â
He turned to his four sons. âOutlaw Freight Lines is a multimillion-dollar company and people will claim a connection to us just to get what weâve worked so hard to achieve.â
Garth Outlaw leaned back in his chair. âForgive me if I missed something, Dad, but didnât Hugh say the Westmorelands are pretty darn wealthy in their own right? I think all of us have heard of Blue Ridge Land Management. They are a Fortune 500 company. I donât know about the rest of you, but Thorn Westmoreland can claim me as a cousin anytime.â
Bart frowned. âSo what if they run a successful company and one of them is a celebrity?â he said in a cutting tone. âWe donât have to go looking for any new relatives.â
Maverick, the youngest of Bartâs sons, chuckled. âI believe they came looking for us, Dad.â
Bartâs frown deepened. âDoesnât matter.â He glanced at Hugh. âSend a nice letter letting them know we arenât buying their story and donât want to be bothered again. That should take care of it.â Expecting his orders to be obeyed, Bart walked out of the conference room, closing the door behind him.
Sloan Outlaw stared at the closed door. âAre we going to do what he says?â
âDo we ever?â his brother Cash asked, grinning while watching Hugh put the papers back in his briefcase.
âLeave that folder, Hugh,â Garth said, rubbing the back of his neck. âI think the old man forgot heâs no longer running things. He retired a few months ago, or did I imagine it?â
Sloan stood. âNo, you didnât imagine it. He retired but only after the board threatened to oust him. Whatâs heâs doing here anyway? Who invited him?â
âNo one. Itâs Wednesday. He takes Charm to lunch on Wednesdaysâ was Maverickâs response.
Garthâs brow bunched. âAnd where is Charm? Why didnât she attend this meeting?â
âSaid she had something more important to do,â Sloan said of their sister.
âWhat?â
âGo shopping.â
Cash chuckled. âDoesnât surprise me. So what are we going to do Garth? The decision is yours, not the old manâs.â
Garth threw a couple of paperclips on the table. âI never mentioned it, but I was mistaken for one of those Westmorelands once.â
Maverick leaned across the table. âYou were? When?â
âLast year, while I was in Rome. A young woman, a very beautiful young woman, called out to me. She thought I was someone named Riley Westmoreland.â
âI can see why she thought that,â Hugh said. âTake a look at this.â He opened the folder heâd placed on the conference room table earlier and flipped through until he came to one photograph in particular. He pulled it out and placed it in the center of the table. âThis is Riley Westmoreland.â