The Rancher's Surrender. Jill Shalvis

and don’t even think about it.” Slamming the door to shut out the late spring storm, she crossed her arms firmly and once again blocked his way. “We returned the rental car today and brought back supplies. Maddie’s whipped up homemade pizza. Her idea of roughing it,”

      “You should have told me you needed to go into town. I would have taken you on my jet boat down the river. It takes less than half the time.”

      She gritted her teeth and pretended she had loved that long, bumpy, hot ride because otherwise she might have been tempted to slug him. Triple M had a dock, too, which was an easy walk from the house down a beautiful green hill...but, not surprising, it didn’t have a jet boat. “Goodbye, Ty.”

      His gaze took a leisurely trip down her petite frame, and though those sharp gray eyes heated in a way that made her breath catch in her throat, his smile remained cool and m control. “You think you can stop me from coming in? No one gets between me and pizza.”

      “Watch it, pal. I know how to block.”

      Darn his all-too-gorgeous hide, he looked amused. “Why don’t you play the nice little hostess for once and pretend you’re happy to see me?”

      Pretend. She didn’t have to pretend, if the way her heart raced was any indication. But since that just irked her all the more, she ground her teeth. “You’re not staying.”

      He crossed his wet arms over his chest, the look on his face reminding her he enjoyed a challenge. “Bet I can convince Maddie and Delia different,” he said.

      No use arguing the truth. The man standing in front of her could convince a nun he was innocent, something he’d certainly never been. After a mere three days, he’d have to do nothing more than hug each of her sisters, and then he’d be sitting on the floor, joking and laughing with them as he polished off an entire pizza by himself.

      No denying how much Delia and Maddie had both taken to him. Actually they’d done more than be taken. In the past nights that he’d come by, ostensibly to check on them, they’d practically adopted him.

      No doubt, Ty Jackson was one of a kind. He marched to his own beat, and never did less than exactly as he wanted. And though it made no sense, Zoe resented his sexy hide for all she was worth. Resented the genuine, affectionate way he had of treating her sisters, resented how his smile could turn her inside out, resented everything.

      Especially how he wanted their land. Delia and Maddie might have been able to forget that little detail, but she hadn’t.

      For the first tune in her life, she had a home; shabby, yes, but it was a home. And she’d guard it with everything she had.

      Ty hung up his jacket, clearly certain he’d be staying. The sleek muscles of his back stretched under his shirt, and for the first time, Zoe realized he must have come straight from work. His boots were dusty. His long, powerful legs were covered in frayed, worn jeans that had seen better days but fit him like a worn, soft glove. While she watched, he shoved up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing deeply tanned forearms, strong, firm, callused hands.

      “See anything interesting?”

      Her gaze jerked up to his laughing one, and she was thankful the room was dim enough to hide her blush. “Don’t count on it. But you’re holding up okay for an old man of...” She considered him with a frown, feigning indifference. “Forty.”

      “Thirty-four,” he corrected her. He leaned forward, smelling of rain, wood and one hundred percent delicious masculinity as he tugged a loose lock of her hair. “But I’ll be sure to tell that to the geriatric warden tonight when I check in, thanks.”

      Muttering to herself, she whirled away.

      One of his hands caught her and held firm as steel. “Wait up.”

      His eyes weren’t kind and sweet, the way they were when he looked at Delia and Maddie. They were...hot. “I’m busy,” she managed to say.

      “I want to talk to you.”

      “About the land?”

      He didn’t answer.

      “Talk to Maddie and Delia, though their answer will be the same as mine. No, this place isn’t for sale.” Even if she had no idea what they were going to do for cash. “No, no, no.”

      His mouth twitched at her adamant tone. “You keep sweet-talking me like this, and I’m going to get ideas.”

      “Go get ideas about Shirley.” She fairly choked on the name of his enthusiastic blond ranch hand and reminded herself she didn’t care about him. Not one little bit.

      He let out a huge grin. “And jealous, too. That’s so sweet.” His voice lowered, deepened to a rich honey. “Ready to admit it, Zoe? You’re hot for me.”

      “Ha!” She lifted her chin. “I’m too hot for you. Now, go home. You smell like a cowboy.”

      “I am a cowboy.” His eyes glittered knowingly, as if he could see right through her facade to the secret part of her she liked to keep hidden. “And I want to talk to all three of you,” he said.

      And what Ty wanted, he got. No use trying to fight it, he’d probably just toss her over his shoulder and cart her into the kitchen, where even now she could hear her sisters’ voices.

      It was pointless to fight with him. So she shrugged in acquiescence and sashayed away.

      Ty watched, a slow, appreciative smile crossing his face now that she had her back to him. God, she was so easy to bait, and he loved to see her flash all that fire she struggled to contain.

      She was something; that compact, hot little body of hers spitting all that attitude, her wild hair falling around her shoulders. A strand slipped in her face, which she tugged at with a low sound of annoyance.

      Oh yeah, she was riled up good now.

      And while there were other things he might love to do to her as well as tease, Zoe Martin was off-limits. They’d both set those limits three days ago. He’d done so because, despite her innocence in the whole thing, he resented like crazy that she was holding Ben’s dream. He was far less certain why she held back from their obvious, unfortunate attraction, though he got a feeling it was because she’d been hurt and betrayed far too much in her short life. It did disturb him to watch her hide her natural sensuality and passion, especially when he knew that sensuality and passion were directed at him.

      She concealed them behind a wall of indifference that exasperated him. Which was why he so enjoyed the bickering; it pulled her out of her shell and revealed the true Zoe.

      But she was a weakness, one he didn’t have time for.

      He’d come to a decision. One that would solve this problem once and for all. He was going to do exactly as Constance had asked. He would manage this place for them. It meant getting the ranch running from nothing. It would take money, hard work and grit, none of which he was even sure they had.

      Truth was, he was banking on them not having it. As soon as they saw how much was involved, he figured the city girls would be happy to sell—to him—and head back to Los Angeles.

      Nobody would get hurt; they’d go home and he would fulfill his promise to his brother. Perfect. Hoping it worked, Ty followed the tantalizing scent of food, and the equally tantalizing scent of Zoe Martin.

      * * *

      “Go ahead, Ty, you take that last piece.” Maddie held out the pan and smiled at him. He smiled back because it had taken her these entire three days just to feel comfortable enough to speak easily to him, and he felt relieved she’d decided to trust him.

      Relieved and guilty, because he didn’t deserve their trust when he wanted them to leave so badly.

      The mouth-watering aroma of melted cheese and sausage continued to call to him. But he’d had four pieces already, and he hadn’t come to eat them out of house and home.

      “You know you want it,” Delia