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377 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2011
And because he’d been bone-headed crazy about Joleen Williams, the platinum blonde wild child with the body that wouldn’t quit.
“You heard about Joleen?” Malcolm asked, when they’d finished piling the bags in the back of the truck.
“She’s coming back to Lonesome Bend,” Malcolm answered.
“She’s with Brody,” he said, as though it pained him. “I guess they’ve been—seeing each other.”
Hunter, at five-eight, was tall enough. Perfect, in fact. He was the perfect man. If you didn’t mind being ignored most of the time.
Or if you set aside the fact that he didn’t want children. Or that he didn’t like animals much.
“You know he and Joleen hooked up somewhere along the line, right?”
Conner spat, though his mouth was cotton-dry. “Hell,” he snapped. “I wouldn’t touch Joleen with your pecker.”
Conner had to give Brody this much: it was true enough that he’d gotten over Joleen with no trouble at all. What he hadn’t gotten over, what he couldn’t shake, no matter how he tried to reason with himself, was being betrayed by the person he’d been closest to, from conception on.
“Yes,” Joleen said thoughtfully, sizing Tricia up with a slow sweep of her emerald-green eyes. “So long that I can’t remember, for the life of me, who you are.” “Tricia McCall,” Tricia offered, amused. Of course, being one of the most popular girls in town, Joleen wouldn’t remember her, the summer visitor who rarely said more than two words running.
“I went to college in Denver,” Conner said, tugging his hat brim down lower over his eyes and keeping his face in profile. “Couldn’t wait to graduate and get back here.” To Joleen, Tricia thought, with a bruising sting in the center of her heart, and then wondered where in the heck that had come from.
Brody and Joleen were riding toward them, at top speed, both of them laughing, though the sound didn’t carry above the sound of their horses’ hooves. They were racing, and it was neck-and-neck, a dead heat.
So they were attracted to each other? That was a far cry from being in love, and if all Conner had wanted from a woman was good sex, well, hell, there had never been any shortage of that.
“You were my brother when I thought Joleen and I were going to get married and raise a family together,” Conner heard himself say, his tone mild and matter-of-fact. “How was that different?”
That was when Brody told him about the woman, and the boy, and the accident that had taken their lives.