As she begins to see the man behind the gossip, she sees that not all of the things people say about him are trueeven if theres plenty about this bad boy she has yet to discover.
Typ produktu. Strip You Bare. Prince's Captive Virgin. Royal World apart. Lark bent back down and took her phone from her bag, trying not to think too much about her brother and his comments.
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And anyway, a hangover was hardly her definition of living. The money offer had doubled, and the length of the contract was for six weeks, with the possibility of extension. And attached was the contract, to be returned as soon as possible. It was a local contract, and she would still be able to live at home while she fulfilled it.
But it was something. A decision made on her own. A step toward meaningful independence. She put her phone back in her bag and stood up, taking a deep breath. Then she headed over toward where the bride and groom were standing, by the cake. She was going to offer her congratulations and sincerest well wishes. Quinn Parker was mean when he was pissed. Okay, he was mean most of the time, but especially when he was pissed. The cabin was almost completely done now. Five thousand square feet. Huge kitchen, a dining room big enough to seat twenty. A living room made for the same number.
And a section of private living space for himself. The rest of the grounds had a kitchen that stood alone, along with outdoor dining. And cabins that were much more like actual cabins. Small and rustic.
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Just right for boys who needed to get their heads on straight. Especially because a few local news outlets were wanting to do a piece on the ranch, and that was the last thing Quinn wanted. And that was a minefield. It would start with his family background and move on to his arrest record, straight down to being barred from the Rodeo Association.
But he could just keep hanging up on reporters. The important thing was the ranch. It had been an ugly sight. Quinn had been there, watching from the gates, when Cade had taken a fall off his horse, who had been spooked beyond reason, stomping and bucking. And unfortunately, Cade had been trapped beneath the animal at the time. It had left everyone there with a sick feeling in the pit of their stomachs. Cade was the golden boy on the circuit.
Good Time. Every buckle bunny was on him after events, every sponsor was after him for an endorsement. And all that was fine, because Quinn attracted his own women. The all-American good-time boy was nice for some. And as for endorsements, he frankly had a fortune on his hands now that his father was dead. The man commonly billed as his father, anyway. Though Quinn, and everyone else in his family, knew differently. And while Quinn had never been a particularly nice son of a bitch, even he had his limits.
If Cade had taken a swing at him in a bar fight, Quinn would have knocked teeth out of his head and made that million-dollar face a lot less valuable. Even he had enough. The horse was fine, but it had been reacting to pure, biting pain. Bottom line, Quinn was a bastard. Cade knew it, the Rodeo Association knew it. Hell, the man commonly called his father knew it too, though he meant bastard in the more traditional sense of the word. Everyone else just thought he was a prick. And the accusation had damn well ruined his life.
Damn it to hell, he had to fix that. All of his appeals so far had been denied. Apparently, he needed evidence. Cade Mitchell. He opened his eyes again and looked around at the cabin. Things were definitely starting to come together.
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A whole lot of things. If Cade Mitchell has exaggerated his injuries in any way, it will be pretty clear pretty quick. And he will. A little all-expenses-paid alone time with his wife should make Sam happy. Though Jill was a nice enough woman. Sam shook his head and pulled his cell phone out of the front pocket of his shirt. Quinn braced himself on the counter, palms flat on the granite surface. And that made Quinn feel nothing but good. Because Lark Mitchell had signed a contract to come and work for him for the next six weeks.
It was a good thing to keep your enemies close. But it was better to keep their little sisters closer. Like sending your lamb to bunk with a wolf. Quinn smiled and pushed off from the counter. Oh, yeah, if Cade Mitchell had secrets, Quinn would find them. If Cade had a weakness, Quinn would damn well exploit it.
Today she was starting her new job, and she was determined to start it right. Some people chanted little mantras about their personal success and being good enough and smart enough. Lark just wanted to blow the hell out of Nazi zombies. She was ready to take on her new job as head tech goddess of the Longhorn Ranch, part of the Longhorn Properties family.
She fought the urge to crush her can against her head like a frat boy. She pushed away from her desk, the chair rolling smoothly across the floor, then she stood up, brushing her hands over her black pants and black top. It was her most professional outfit: a button-up shirt and some dress pants. She looked a little like she was ready to wait tables at the local diner, but hey, she was used to working at home and rocking jeans and t-shirts. She walked out of her bedroom and out into the hallway that overlooked the main living area of the house.
Crossbeams made from logs ran across the vaulted ceiling, and a panel of windows took up the whole far wall, giving a view of the family ranch. Their legacy. The only thing they had left of their parents. Lark took a deep breath and continued on down the stairs. She still felt the sadness of losing them like a weight on her chest.
It was hard for her to remember her mom, which was its own kind of pain. But their dad? She remembered everything. The way he smelled, the way he laughed, the way he talked. He was gruff, but he was loving.
Cole walked out of the kitchen just as she descended into the living area. That name is supposed to mean something to me? How the hell am I supposed to check this. Cattle ranch in Texas, dairy up north.
Lots of things that are dusty and involve farm implements. I know. She shot a dirty sneer at his retreating figure and then turned back to Cole. Focus, direction. I want a cave filled with computers. Cade, on the other hand, would probably appreciate a little more control. Anyway, since you and Cade clearly have things to talk about. She turned back to face him.
You took care of me. After mom died. And then even more after dad died. But you have Kelsey and you have Maddy. Just because I have Kelsey. And I love you too. Lark made a face. Black, with crank windows and a tape deck. The thing was older than she was, and she loved it. Unwrapped Maisey Yates E-bok. Rekindled e-bok av Maisey Yates. Ladda ned. Spara som favorit.
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