Wyatt McCord has spent his adult life looking for a place
to call home. His parents craved adventure so they took
him from his family's Montana ranch--the only place he's
ever called home--to show him the world, one exotic country
after another. Now, years after their deaths, he's
returned to the Montana ranch he loves, and joined his
cousins to fulfill their grandfather's legacy and search
for the hidden treasure on their family land. But man
cannot live by legacy alone...
Wyatt has never had any trouble with the ladies. In fact,
his easy charm and irresistible smile have always gotten
him any and every woman he's ever wanted with no
commitments. But Marliee Trainor, the gorgeous redhead
medic, captured his eye from the moment he wandered into
town and it's the first time he's ever wanted to give a
woman his heart. So when Marliee joins the McCords in
their search for the family treasure, Wyatt is
thrilled...until a series of "accidents" reveal that a
killer is out to get her. Determined to keep her safe,
Wyatt will risk everything to protect her and bring the
killer to justice.
Excerpt When the bullhorn signaled that heβd met the qualifying
time, Wyatt struggled to gather his wits, waiting until the
bull was right alongside the gate before he freed his hand,
cutting himself loose. He flew through the air and over
the corral fence, landing in the dirt at Marilee Trainorβs
feet.
βMy God! Donβt move.β She was beside him in the blink of
an eye, kneeling in the dirt, probing for broken bones.
Wyatt lay perfectly still, enjoying the feel of those
clever, practiced hands moving over him. When she moved
from his legs to his torso and arms, he opened his eyes to
narrow slits and watched her from beneath lowered lids.
She was the perfect combination of beauty and brains. He
could see the wheels turning as she did a thorough exam.
Even her brow, furrowed in concentration, couldnβt mar that
flawless complexion. Her eyes, the color of palest milk
chocolate, were narrowed in thought. Strands of red hair
dipped over one cheek, giving her a sultry look.
Satisfied that nothing was broken, she sat back on her
heels, feeling a moment of giddy relief. That was when she
realized he was staring.
She caught the smug grin on his lips. Her tone
hardened. βI get it. A showboat. I donβt have time to
waste on some silver-tongued actor.β
She started to stand but his hand shot out, catching her by
the wrist. βSorry. That was really cheesy, but I couldnβt
resist teasing you.β
She stared down at his hand. Despite his smile she could
feel the strength in his grip. If he wanted to, he could
no doubt break her bones with a single snap. But she
wasnβt concerned with his strength; only with the heat his
touch was generating. She felt the tingle of warmth all
the way up her arm. It alarmed her more than she cared to
admit.
βWant to grab a bite to eat? After the last rider is done,
of course.β
βSorry. Iβll be heading home.β
βWhy, thanks for the invitation. Iβd be happy to join you.
We could take along pizza from one of the vendors.β
She looked him up and down. βI go home alone.β
βSorry to hear it.β He gave her a dangerous, heart-
stopping grin. βYouβre missing out on a really fun
evening.β
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