âJames Bravo, you may kiss your bride.â
Addie was looking up into his dark-fringed blue eyes, already feeling that sheâd pretty much hit the jackpot as far as temporary husbands went.
And then James slowly smiled at her and she realized that it was actually happening: they were about to share their first kiss.
James said her name softly, in that wonderful smooth, deep voice of his that sent little thrills of excitement pulsing all through her.
She said, âJames,â low and sweet, just for him. And she thought of the last three nights, of the two of them together in the hotel room bed. Of waking up each morning cuddled up close to him, of one or the other of them gently, reluctantly pulling away â¦
Okay, maybe it wasnât a real marriage. And it would be over as soon as her grandfather was back on his feet.
So what? It was probably as close to a real marriage as she was ever going to get.
* * *
The Bravos of Justice Creek:
Where bold hearts collide under Western skies
Chapter One
Waking up tied to a chair is bad.
But waking up tied to a chair staring down the deadly single barrel of old Levi Kenwrightâs pump-action shotgun?
So. Much. Worse.
James Bravo stifled a groan. Not only did it appear he was about to eat serious lead, but he had the mother of all headaches. Surely Levi didnât really intend to shoot him. James shook his head, hoping to clear it.
Still a little fuzzy. And still hurt, too. And Levi still had that shotgun trained right on him.
The old man wasnât at his best. His wiry white hair looked as if heâd combed it with a cattle prod and his craggy face seemed kind of paleâexcept for two spots of color, burning red, cresting his cheekbones. Sweat shone on his wrinkled throat and darkened the underarms of his worn checked shirt.
His aim, however?
Way too steady. Levi grunted as he sighted down the barrel. âGood. Youâre awake. I was beginninâ to worry Iâd hit you a mite hard.â
James winced, blinked in another failed attempt to ease his pounding head and cast a careful glance around him. Judging by the lack of windows, the knotty pine paneling, the faint smell of cool earth and the stairs leading upward along the far wall, Levi had brought him to a basement. Was it the basement of the house at Red Hill Ranch, where Levi lived with his way too damn attractive granddaughter Addie?
Probably.
On the battered pasteboard side table a few feet away, James spotted his phone, his wallet and his keys. So even if he managed to get his hand into his pocket, there was no phone in there to use to call for help.
And just how in hell had all of this happened?
James remembered standing on the porch of his nearly finished new house ten miles outside his hometown of Justice Creek, Colorado. It was a cool and sunny March afternoon. Heâd been gazing off toward the big weathered barn at Red Hill, hoping that Addie would soon ride by on one of those horses she boarded and trained.
The crazy old coot must have come up on him from behind.
Cautiously, James inquired, âEr, Mr. Kenwright?â
âNo need for formalities, son,â Levi replied downright pleasantly as he continued to point the shotgun at James. âWeâre gonna be family. I want you to call me Levi.â
Had the old man just said they were going to be...family? Jamesâs head hurt too much for him to even try to get a handle on that one. âLevi it is, then.â
A wry little chortle escaped the wild-haired old man. âThatâs better.â
Better? Better would be if Levi put down the gun and untied him immediately. But James didnât say that. For the time being, he would say nothing that might rile his captor. A riled Levi could suddenly decide to fire that shotgun. That would be good and bad. Good, because James would no longer have a headache. Bad, because he wouldnât have a head, either.
âLevi, do you mind if I ask you something?â
âYou go right ahead, son.â
âWhy am I tied to a chair in the basement of your house?â
Another chortle. And then, very slowly, Levi lowered the shotgun. James drew a cautious breath of relief as Levi replied, âGood question. And one I am sure you will know the answer to if you just give it a little more thought.â