Before Paige realized what was happening, Cole leaned forward to brush her lips with his.
When he lifted his head, he seemed to search her face for a moment, and then took her into his arms.
Unable to find her voice, she simply watched as he lowered his head again to fuse his mouth with hers. It was as erotic as anything she had ever experienced. Of course, she had only kissed one other man in her entire life, and although her late husbandâs kisses were pleasant, they hadnât been anything like Coleâs. The feel of his strong body pressed to hers sent shivers of longing straight up her spine.
The unexpected sensation jolted her back to reality and had her quickly pulling away from him. Had she lost her mind? Cole was her late husbandâs brother and the last man she should be shivering over.
Cole immediately released her and, muttering a curse, got up from the swing.
âIâm sorry, Paige. I was way out of line. It wonât happen again.â
âIt ⦠wasnât entirely ⦠your fault.â
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For His Brotherâs Wife is part of the series Texas Cattlemanâs Club: After the StormâAs a Texas town rebuilds, love heals all wounds â¦
KATHIE DeNOSKY lives in her native southern Illinois on the land her family settled in 1839. She writes highly sensual stories with a generous amount of humor. Her books have appeared on the USA TODAY bestseller list and received numerous awards, including two National Readersâ Choice Awards. Kathie enjoys going to rodeos, traveling to research settings for her books and listening to country music. Readers may contact her by e-mailing [email protected]. They can also visit her website, www.kathiedenosky.com, or find her on Facebook.
This book is dedicated to the talented authors of the Texas Cattlemanâs Club: After the Storm series.
Ladies, it was a real pleasure working with you and I hope we get to do it again very soon.
One
Colby RichardsonâCole to his friends and familyâpushed his wide-brimmed Resistol back on his head and muttered a word he normally reserved for dire circumstances and locker room banter as he stood in the feedlot of the Double R Ranch and surveyed the damage to the outbuildings. His gaze strayed to the empty space where, up until six months ago, the main barn had stood. The debris had been cleared away, but it did little to erase the memory of seeing the barn he and his brother used to play in reduced to a pile of broken boards and splintered beams. The deadly twister that had leveled parts of downtown Royal, Texas, and several other small communities close by had skipped its way across the west Texas landscape, laying waste to everything in its pathâincluding part of his familyâs ranch.
Glancing over his shoulder at the ranch house, he shook his head as he amended that thought. It didnât belong to his family anymore. When their father passed away a few years back, the ranch had gone to Coleâs twin brother, Craig. Now it belonged to Craigâs widow, Paige.
He sighed heavily as guilt and regret settled over him. He had always hoped that one day he and his estranged twin would be able to put the anger and resentment aside and, at the very least, establish a semblance of a relationship. After all, they were only thirty-two. There should have been plenty of time for that. But when the tornado tore its way through the area, his brotherâs time had run out, and with his passing any possibility of reconciliation between them had been brought to an end.
The devastation and loss of property were one thing, but the death of Craigâalong with six other souls at the Royal town hall that dayâwas another. Cole and his business partner, Aaron Nichols, had used their Dallas-based construction company to help rebuild the town and make repairs to damaged property. But there wasnât a damned thing anyone could do to bring back the lives that had been lost. He wished with everything that was in him that there was.
Taking a deep breath, Cole unclipped the cell phone on his belt. He had put off making the repairs to the Double R long enough. The construction crew he had assigned to rebuild the Lone Star Bar and Grill would complete that job by the end of the day and could start on the repairs to the Double R first thing in the morning.
As he relayed the work order to the crew foreman and clipped the phone back onto his belt, he watched his sister-in-law leave the house and start across the yard toward him. A knot the size of his fist twisted his gut. The moment heâd learned about the tornado and Craigâs death, he had rushed back to his hometown to do whatever he could to help Royal recover and to help Paige get through making the funeral arrangements for his brother. Right away it had become apparent that heâd have to keep his interaction with her brief and he knew she had to be confused by the strained encounters. But he hadnât anticipated the effect she still had on him.