The McCord Brothers are the most eligible bachelors in Spring Hill, Texas. But these cowboys are about to get wrangled by the love of some very unique womenâthe kind who can melt hearts and lay it all on the line.
Air force captain Riley McCord has come home on medical leave to find one heck of a welcome reception. Every unattached woman in Spring Hill, Texas, wants to nurse him back to health. That includes his childhood friend Claire Davidsonâthe only person who understands how damaged he really feels. In high school, she chose his best friend over him. According to Rileyâs rules, that should make her off-limits forever. But when Claire suggests a no-strings fling, he canât refuse.
Claire always wanted Rileyâbut she also craved the safety and stability he couldnât offer. So she chose another path, only to end up crazier about him than ever. Sheâs even convinced herself that this time she wonât be devastated when he leaves. Yet once Riley realizes the depth of Claireâs feelingsâand his ownâheâll have to make the ultimate choice: return to the job he loves or stay home for the woman whoâs always lived in his heart.
Praise for Delores Fossen
âThe perfect blend of sexy cowboys, humor and romance will rein you in from the first line.â
âNew York Times bestselling author B.J. Daniels
âFrom the shocking opening paragraph on, Fossenâs tale just keeps getting better.â
âRT Book Reviews on Sawyer, 4½ stars, Top Pick
âRustling Up Trouble is action packed, but itâs the relationship and emotional drama (and the sexy hero) that will reel readers in.â
âRT Book Reviews, 4½ stars
âWhile not lacking in action or intrigue, itâs the romance of two unlikely people that soars.â
âRT Book Reviews on Maverick Sheriff, 4 stars
CHAPTER ONE
THERE WERE TWO women in Captain Riley McCordâs bed. Women wearing cutoff shorts, skinny tops and flip-flops.
Riley blinked a couple of times to make sure they werenât by-products of his pain meds and bone-deep exhaustion. Nope. They were real enough because he could hear them breathing.
See them breathing, too.
The lamp on the nightstand was on, the milky-yellow light spilling over them. Their tops holding in those C-cups were doing plenty of moving with each breath they took.
He caught a glimpse of a nipple.
If heâd still been a teenager, Riley might have considered having two women in his bed a dream come true. Especially in this room. Heâd grown up in this house, had had plenty of fantasies in that very bed. But he was thirty-one now, and with his shoulder throbbing like an abscessed tooth, taking on two women didnât fall into fantasy territory. More like suicide.
Besides, man-rule number two applied here: donât do anything half-assed. Anything he attempted right now would be significantly less than half and would make an ass out of him.
Who the hell were they?
And why were they there in his house, in his bed?
The place was supposed to be empty since heâd called ahead and given the cook and housekeeper the week off. The sisters, Della and Stella, had pretty much run the house since Rileyâs folks had been killed in a car wreck thirteen years ago. Clearing out the pair hadnât been easy, but heâd used his captainâs Iâm-giving-the-orders-here voice.
For once it had worked.
His kid sister was away at college. His older brother Lucky was God knew where. Luckyâs twin, Logan, was on a business trip and wouldnât be back for at least another week. Even when Logan returned, heâd be spending far more time running the familyâs cattle brokerage company than actually in the house. That lure of emptiness was the only reason Riley had decided to come here for some peace and quiet.
And so that nobody would see him wincing and grunting in pain.
Riley glanced around to try to figure out who the women were and why they were there. When he checked the family room, he saw a clue by the fireplace. A banner. Well, sort of. He flicked on the lights to get a better look. It was a ten-foot strip of white crepe paper.
Welcome Home, Riley, Our Hero, was written on it.
The black ink had bled, and the tape on one side had given way, and now it dangled and coiled like a soy-sauced ramen noodle.
There were bowls of chips, salsa and other food on the coffee table next to a picture of him in his uniform. Someone had tossed flag confetti all around the snacks, and some of the red, white and blue sparkles had landed on the floor and sofa. In the salsa, too.