Blame It On The Cowboy. Delores Fossen

      Cassie led Reese to the back of the sprawling house to an equally sprawling kitchen where a woman with pinned-up gray hair was at the stove.

      “You’re here,” Della said, smiling.

      But she wasn’t alone in the kitchen, and the person at the table definitely wasn’t smiling. Even though Reese couldn’t be certain, she thought this might be Logan.

      “You’re late,” the man said.

      Yes, Logan.

      The brusque tone caused Reese to freeze. Not Della, though. The woman popped him on the shoulder with a wooden spoon. “What kind of welcome is that?” Della scolded him.

      Reese suspected Della was one of the few people on the planet who could get away with that question. Or the spoon pop.

      Cassie shot Logan a glare. “Reese had to walk here,” Cassie informed him.

      Logan didn’t look exactly pleased with that explanation or the spoon popping. Or with Reese.

      “Logan’s mad because I said I wasn’t going to ask you for references,” Della explained.

      Oh.

      Well, that told her loads. He was suspicious of her. Unless Logan was this careful about everyone who crossed paths with his family.

      “We need to talk,” Logan told her, and he took hold of Reese’s arm.

      “She’s here to go over the party,” Della protested, but she might as well have been talking to the air because Logan didn’t listen. And he was out of spoon range now.

      Reese didn’t put up any resistance whatsoever. She’d come here hoping to have a private word with either Logan or Lucky, and she was apparently going to get it. Though it still didn’t mean he was the one she’d slept with. This little chat could be a warning for her to stay away from his brother. Or away from his family’s kitchen if he was truly concerned about her references.

      Logan led her to the side of the house to a sunroom that overlooked one of the white-fenced pastures. Reese hadn’t smelled the poop in the main part of the house, but she certainly did back here.

      “Yeah, we’re working on that,” he grumbled.

      Until he said that, Reese hadn’t even been aware she was making a face. That’s because she was focused on the face Logan was making at her. Sissy Lee had said Lucky had a panty-dropping smile, but Logan must have missed out on that particular genetic trait. His abilities seemed more geared toward intimidation tactics.

      “What kind of game are you playing, huh?” Logan demanded.

      Since that could cover a lot of territory, Reese went with a question of her own. “What kind of game do you think I’m playing?”

      Man, he was the rock star of glares, too. “What happens in San Antonio stays in San Antonio?” he tossed at her.

      Bingo. So, he was the one. Part of her was relieved that he was the hot cowboy and not Lucky. At least this way Cassie wouldn’t be hurt.

      “How did you find me?” he snapped.

      “Your truck.”

      He nodded as if no further explanation was necessary. Reese braced herself for the questions that would almost certainly follow.

      Or not.

      Logan inched toward her, and it didn’t appear he had question-asking on his mind. He moved close enough that Reese caught his scent. Very familiar. And as it done that night in the hotel bar, his scent slid right through her. Pretty amazing considering it wasn’t any particular scent and managed to completely erase the bull-poop odor.

      For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. He moved in as if he might just do that despite the steely look in his eyes. And for a moment it might have seemed to him as if he were going to kiss her, too. His gaze dropped to her mouth before he snapped it away and met her eye to eye.

      “I ran a background check on you,” he threw out there.

      Of course he had. Reese wondered why she hadn’t considered it sooner. Oh, mercy. Not this, not now. Had Logan learned what had happened? She hoped not. She hated the thought of anyone knowing how stupid she’d been.

      “Are you here to run some kind of con?” Logan added, and his glare didn’t ease up one bit.

      So, he’d found out about that part of her past. He didn’t know about Spenser. Because if Logan knew that, he would have brought it up first.

      “I’m not here to con you.” Reese was certain he wouldn’t believe her, though. And he didn’t.

      Logan opened his mouth, no doubt to demand that she leave and never come back, but before he could say a word, someone yelled out, “No!” and it was followed by a loud cry.

      Logan scrambled around her, running toward the sound of that cry, and when Reese caught up with him, she saw the little girl, Mia, on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. She was sobbing and holding her arm.

      “Mia was chasing the cat on the stairs and fell,” Cassie explained.

      Cassie wasn’t sobbing exactly, but she was crying. And looking very much like a concerned mom. So was the teenager who was coming down the steps to her sister’s aid. And the little boy she’d seen playing with Mia earlier. He also had tears in his eyes. Heck, so did Reese, she realized.

      “I think it’s broked,” Mia said through the sobs.

      Logan was the only one not in the crying/panic mode. He eased Mia into his arms and started toward the door. “Cassie and I’ll take her to the ER. Someone call Lucky and have him meet us there.”

      “Do you need me to go with you?” Reese asked him.

      “No, stay here and finish your chat with Della.”

      Della took out her phone, and Cassie hurried to open the door. Logan followed Cassie out but not before looking back at Reese.

      “This isn’t over,” Logan warned her.

      * * *

      REESE DREAMED ABOUT LOGAN. And tonight it was just as good as the real thing had been.

      The kiss in the hotel bar especially.

      Until that kiss Reese hadn’t been sure she could even go through with the last item on her bucket list, but that kiss had pretty much put to bed any doubts she’d had. And it had just been the start.

      Logan had initiated the second kiss, in the elevator as they’d headed up to the room. In fact, the kiss had gotten so scalding hot that his hand had ended up under her top, his leg between hers, and there was a whole lot of pressure from his body pressing hers against the elevator door.

      That’d been incredible until the door opened, and they’d tumbled out into the hall and landed on their butts.

      The clumsiness hadn’t stopped there. Nope. They had been so busy kissing and grappling at each other that they’d banged into the wall outside her room, once with such precision that they’d nearly had accidental sex in the hall.

      Even now in the dream, Reese could still feel that hunger. Hunger she hadn’t even known was there. And there were sounds that had never been in the dream before, either. Knocking sounds. It was almost as if Logan and she were having sex against the wall, after all.

      Or not.

      Because the dream changed. Not to sex with Logan but to another part of her life. One she didn’t want to remember. But she did.

      Spenser.

      It was hard to hide from memories in a dream because they chased you down, chewed you up, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

      But the sound stopped it. And the sound wasn’t part of the dream this time. Definitely not Logan. That became clear when she heard someone call out her name.