Joshua Kell signs a deal that will set his ranch up for life and then spends the night with the woman of his dreams. Waking up alone, he returns home, nursing a broken heart.
Brianna Evans struggles to overcome a horrific trauma. After two years, she's finally taking back control of her life, but she panics when she wakes up next to Josh.
Bri has to find him again, and when she does, hopes he'll understand and forgive her for running. She wants the chance to be happy again. But when a ghost from her past threatens to take everything away, Bri has to trust her cowboy will stop at nothing to keep her safe.
In a small bar in the center of Dallas, Joshua Kell threw back another beer, enjoying the feeling of victory as the latest Luke Bryan hit played in the background.
"I still can't believe we got the account," he said and finished off the last of his drink.
"Neither can I, big brother," Caleb chuckled, rocking back in his seat and kicking his legs up onto the table. "You know. You can be quite the charmer, when you wanna be."
Charm had nothing to do with it. Josh had worked his ass off for the Evans account. One of the biggest restaurant chains in the country, their business would set the Silver Stone Ranch up for a long time. They had their guided hunting tours and plenty of other accounts where they supplied meat and other resources, but Josh wanted something that would secure the future of the ranch.
Their parents had passed away nine years ago, leaving Josh to pick up the pieces. It seemed their pa hadn't been doing too well when it came to the financial aspect of things, which hadn't surprised Josh. Joseph Kell had been many things; a good rancher, always looking after his men and his animals. A great father, making sure to have time for his boys even when his pa wouldn't have had it to spare--something Josh had taken for granted until he took over running the ranch. And one of the most respected men in town, taking care of the people in it with a helping hand. Unfortunately he hadn't been a businessman, and of course, he didn't trust anyone to help run that side of things. Josh remembered trying to offer assistance, but his Pa would always respond the same--he provided for the family, and he didn't need no help with it.
Damned ornery man.
With his parents gone and the place close to bankruptcy, Josh had been thankful he studied to obtain his degree in business management. His father called it a waste of his time, but then again, he and his dad didn't agree on much of anything. His Ma had always accused them of being too alike for their own good. If his Ma hadn't stepped in and convinced her husband, Josh would have been in a lot of trouble now.
Josh didn't have any qualms about calling in his little brother, who had spent most of his time since graduating high school floating around the countryside 'discovering himself'. Josh wanted to laugh. A man didn't discover anything by traveling around the world and hopping from bed to bed. He learned to be a man through hard work and responsibility. So he gave Caleb a choice. Come back and help, or Josh would be selling the ranch. It had been one of the biggest bluffs he had ever pulled on his brother, but Caleb returned; neither could live with the thought of losing their one true home.
"Naw, just good business, and you need to be remembering that, boy."
Christ, now he sounded like his old man.
"Geez. Do you know how much you sounded like Pa, then?" Caleb snickered.
"Damn. I'm really in the mood to celebrate," Caleb said, finishing off his beer.
His brother's eyes were already scanning the room, taking in the throng of moving bodies on the dance floor, and the few women who sat at the tables nearby.
With emotions like a switch, Caleb could turn it on for serious when need be, and then he'd turn it right back off again once the job was done. Josh would never admit it, but he envied Caleb that particular talent. "Well, there seem to be plenty of choices, so go help yourself."
"What 'bout you?" his brother asked.
Josh had no interest in one-night stands, and anything on offer tonight would be just that, tonight only.
Almost anyone who had just landed a multi-million dollar account of a lifetime, probably would have chosen a more upscale place to celebrate in, but Josh wasn't most people. A laid-back, go with the flow cowboy, people usually thought Josh a little simple, too. It never fazed him, though. Josh had a head for business, but he and his little brother were cowboys at heart.
With both standing at six and a half feet, strong builds and blond hair, neither man had trouble finding a date. Hell, with only three years between them, the only real physical distinctions were Caleb's hazel eyes and a slightly slimmer build. Josh had eyes his mother used to say had a golden-honey color. They also differed when it came to women. Caleb, with his carefree attitude and better late than never creed, always seemed more than happy to take what was being offered.
Josh wanted something a little more permanent. "I'm good right here."
Caleb frowned, and Josh braced himself for the usual argument.
They were interrupted by a loud, feminine voice. "Sorry to interrupt, but we were wondering if you boys would mind sharing your table?"
He felt almost giddy with relief, hopefully with a little female intervention his brother would be distracted long enough for Josh to make a quick escape back to the hotel.
Lifting his gaze, Josh found three extremely attractive women standing there. The one in front wore one of those fake veils that brides-to-be wear, complete with a sash--and appeared to be drunk as a skunk. Oh, geez. Josh's eyes slid to the two other women behind her, ready to make his exit, until his gaze landed on the most vibrant lavender eyes he had ever seen.