Sons of Chance
Book 9

Flirting with disaster...

City slicker Rafe Locke dreads making a fool of himself at the Last Chance Ranch, but wild horses couldn’t keep him from serving as his brother’s best man. If nobody expects him to rope and ride, he’ll be fine. But when maid of honor Meg Seymour invites him to join her in both activities, he’s tempted. She’s a knockout, but a fling with the bride’s best gal pal is asking for trouble.

Rafe’s locked-down attitude presents an irresistible challenge to Meg and she’s determined to loosen him up during the short time they have. After that, three time zones will separate them. But as Rafe kicks over the traces and discovers his inner cowboy, Meg’s in danger of losing her heart.

Rafe’s already lost his. How can they say goodbye?

NOTE: This title was formerly released as FEELS LIKE HOME


Meg sent Rafe over to sit on the sun-warmed rock while she tied Destiny and Spilled Milk together. Theoretically her plan should work, but she hadn’t dealt with Destiny’s little quirk. She’d make sure to keep an eye on the horses so she could stop them if they began to wander off.
Once she was satisfied with her work, she left the horses and joined Rafe. “Have you had any of the water, yet?”
He smiled at her. “I was waiting to see how you planned on doing it. Maybe you’re going to drink out of your hat. That’s how it’s done in the movies.”
“I’d rather not.” She made a face. “Sounds unsanitary and might ruin my hat.” She dropped to her knees. “I’ll just scoop it up in my hands, like this.” She proceeded to demonstrate the technique she’d used last time she was here.
She’d forgotten that last time she’d dripped water down the front of her shirt. When she’d been alone it hadn’t mattered. She’d sat in the sun until it dried.
But today she was not alone. With an audience making her slightly nervous, she got some of the water into her mouth, but most of it ran down her chin and soaked her shirt. She didn’t have to look to know that it was plastered to her body and her nipples stood out in sharp relief. She could feel them tightening from the cold.
“Interesting.” His voice vibrated with laughter.
“I didn’t mean to do that.” Winking and flirting was one thing. Setting herself up as a wet T-shirt model was a little over-the-top, even for her. She pulled her shirt away from her body, but the minute she let it go, it clung to her breasts like plastic wrap.
“I’m not complaining.”
She cast him a sideways glance, and sure enough, he was frankly admiring her breasts. “A gentleman wouldn’t look.”
He shoved his hat back with his thumb in a very cowboy-like gesture. “I never claimed to be a gentleman. Besides, weren’t you the one who wanted a chance to lead me astray?”

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