by Maisey Yates
Well, the suspicion had made her feel like she made some sense. That her differences made sense. There were things that hurt about the idea, and badly. But she’d put those things in their place.
She’d had no choice.
“I appreciate it. I do.”
“And whatever you think about our husbands,” Emerson said, “they’re both cowboys, and they would be happy to help you with the ranch.”
“I know that. And when I’ve exhausted my free Cooper labor, I may take them up on it. But for now, I’ll solve my own problem.”
“Well done, Cricket,” Emerson said, sounding slightly defeated. “I can’t even see my toes.”
“You’re not supposed to,” Wren said.
Wren’s baby was three months old now, and of course, her slim figure had already gone right back into place. But even slightly built Wren had been distressed about the size of her stomach at this stage in her pregnancy.
It was weird to see her sisters so settled in domesticity. Having babies and all of that. They had never seemed particularly domesticated to Cricket, but they had fallen in love, and that had changed them both. Not in a bad way. In fact, they both seemed happier. Steadier and more sure of themselves. But that didn’t make any of that racket seem appealing to Cricket.
Who just wanted... To be free.
To not feel any of the overwhelming pressure to fit into anything other than the life she chose for herself.
Maybe she’d wanted something else when she’d been young and silly and hadn’t understood herself or her life.
She was the awkward sister. The ugly sister, really. She didn’t mind at all about her looks. She was tall, and she was thin, and her curves weren’t anything to write home about. But while that seemed elegant and refined on Wren, with her somewhat bony shoulders and knees, Cricket had always just thought her thinness seemed unfortunate on her. Her cheekbones were sharp, and she had freckles. Her top lip was just a little bit more full than the bottom one, and even though she’d had braces to solve the buck teeth situation, the gap between her two front teeth hadn’t closed entirely, and it remained.
Her features were... Well, they were strong. And like everything else about her, kind of a love or hate situation.
Cricket didn’t much care how she looked. She cared about what she could do. She was good at riding horses. She could run fast; she was strong. Her hair was a little bit wild, but she didn’t much mind. No, she didn’t mind at all. Because it made her look like she was moving. Made her look like she was busy. And that was what she liked.
That was the thing. As much as the Coopers were supposed to be rivals of her family, in some ways, she could identify a little bit more closely with them than she did with the Maxfields. They had country roots and sensibilities. That was what she understood.
It was what she connected with.
Country strong was hard to break. And that was what Cricket wanted to be.
It was what she was.
“I plan on making good use of Mr. Jackson Cooper,” Cricket said, triumphantly, immediately picturing the man, his broad shoulders and large hands.
Good for work.
And a good place to start when it came to figuring out how to...how to broach the topic of what she thought might be true between them.
“Yes indeed,” she said, to herself.
Her sisters exchanged a glance. “Just be careful.”
“Why?”
“The Coopers are a whole thing,” Wren said.
Cricket blinked. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“You start talking about making full use of Cooper men, and I’ll tell you, it gives me ideas,” Wren said.
Cricket still didn’t get it.
“Sex, Cricket,” Wren said. “Some people might think you mean sex.”
Cricket was suddenly made of heat and horror. “No! No. Not at all. Never. How could you... Look, Wren, I’m not you. When I finally do decide to take on a man, and I’m going to need to get my actual life in order a whole hell of a lot better before I do, it is not going to be... He’s old.”
Among other things.
Wren laughed. “Right. So old. Like two whole years older than my husband.”
Cricket sniffed. “And I’m several years younger than you.”
Wren seem to take that as a square insult, her lips snapping shut.
Fine. Cricket wasn’t old enough to take age commentary as that deep of a wound yet.
“This is strictly a business arrangement,” she said. A fluttering grew and expanded in her chest. Evidence of her dishonesty. “He’s going to help me with my ranch. And that’s it.”
“If you say so.”
“I absolutely do.”
“The one thing I know about you, Cricket. When you set your mind to something, you do see it done.”
And what she had her mind set to, was finding out for sure if she wasn’t a Maxfield at all....
And hiring Jackson Cooper was the best way to do that.
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In Bed with His Rival
by Katherine Garbera
One
Piper Holloway loved a wedding. Who didn’t? They were joyous events.
Her niece Harley and Grant Everett had waited a long time for their happily ever after. Piper didn’t begrudge them their wedded bliss, but a part of her wished she wasn’t going stag to all of their festivities.
These happy-couple kind of events always made her reevaluate her life choices, even though she was perfectly content as a single woman. She had her art, which was way more reliable than a man, and a thriving—well previously thriving—business. Though she had never had any stake in Wingate Enterprises, many people suspected she might be part of its allegedly shady business dealings, and her clientele was down recently.
But none of that mattered. She was here to celebrate her niece’s wedding day and support her sister, Ava, who’d recently gone through a really tough decision to move out of Keith’s house and set up her own residence. Standing on her own after the death of her husband had been a struggle for Ava and she’d leaned on her good friend Keith until she’d realized he wanted a romantic relationship with her. Now, they all needed a fun day.
It was a gorgeous November Saturday in Royal, Texas. As much as Piper loved living in Dallas, there were times when she truly missed Royal, though she had been home a lot recently as her sister and family navigated their way through their business scandal. Of course, she didn’t miss the gossips who’d been making her family’s life a living hell since the drug-trafficking scandal had broken.
All of the Wingate assets had been frozen and their home seized. Harley wasn’t able to be married on the Wingate estate, which Piper knew had been a dream of hers. But Grant’s family’s ranch was perfect for the small wedding celebration. It was mainly family and friends—those who had stuck by the Wingates and Holloways through thick and thin.
The Everett ranch was large and sprawling, and the grounds were decked out for the wedding, which had been beautiful. Harley was big into the environment and her choice of venue reflected that. Therefore, it seemed apt that she and Grant had decided to be married in the old barn, which had been decorated under the supervision of her older sister, Beth. The chairs were lined up, and despite the fact that the Wingates were no longer the favored family in Royal, there was a nice intimate group of attendees.
Everyone was happy that “Uncle” Keith wasn’t in
attendance today, mainly because of how that would have affected Ava. Piper’s sister was still dealing with the heartbreak of losing her beloved husband a little over a two years ago and no one had approved of Keith’s interest in her. Piper had kept her mouth shut because she didn’t like to fight with Ava, especially over men, but it had seemed to her that Keith had been a little too overprotective of Ava. Her spunky sister had become a shell of the woman she had once been.
Right now Ava looked gorgeous in her mother-of-the-bride dress, but she seemed tired and thinly drawn. Moving out of Keith’s house had only been the first step to Ava taking back her own life. Piper thought that Ava was finally getting past the crippling grief. Though Piper would never say it to her, the events of the last few months had certainly taken a toll on the Wingate matriarch. Ava was nineteen years older, and Piper had always craved her sister’s attention and approval.
“What’s that you’re wearing?” Ava asked, coming up behind her. “Even though the wedding is small, you could have made more of an effort.”
Piper turned to face her sister, biting her tongue as she always did. Ava was in a mood and Piper was giving her a little leeway, given that she’d lost her home, her husband and was on the verge of losing her company, as well.
“It’s a designer Grecian gown,” Piper said, air kissing her sister’s cheeks. “I thought it would be perfect for this occasion and when I texted Harley, she said it was fine. Have you heard any news on the investigation?”
“No. I believe Miles is getting closer but there is still nothing but rumors,” Ava replied.
“Do they have any suspects?” Piper asked. She wasn’t too close to the business side of things, but she knew that Ava was trying to get back into running the company so she would have something to do. But now, with the precarious state of affairs, those plans were up in the air.
“Yes, but I can’t really share that with you,” Ava told her in a terse tone. “I know you’ve never been married, but this really isn’t the kind of conversation anyone wants to overhear on their wedding day.”
“Of course, Ava. I see Zeke and Reagan waving me over. I’ll catch up with you later. I’m sure you need to circulate as the mother of the bride, especially since Trent is not here.”
Trent Wingate’s death had left a hole in all of their lives, and Piper knew that Harley missed her beloved father terribly. She’d escaped to Thailand to start her own business, which was thriving now.
Piper knew her words hadn’t been nice, but her sister had a way of making her react like a...bitch. She turned, thinking she should apologize, but Ava had already moved away. There were times when she wondered if anyone could melt the ice around her sister’s heart. Piper didn’t want to impose on her nephew and his new wife, so she drifted toward the bar.
“Buy you a drink?” a man asked. His voice was dark, sexy and straight out of dreams that she channeled into her art.
She turned to see Brian Cooper standing behind her. He was tall, over six feet, and had thick, close-cut black hair that made his face seem all strong, masculine angles. He had an easy smile and his eyes beamed with intelligence. He’d asked her to coffee more than once and she’d always said no.
He ticked a lot of her boxes. Whip smart with oodles of charisma...and the innate ability to make her forget things that she shouldn’t. She really believed in the adage older and wiser. Which was why she had decided to stay away from him.
But it wasn’t just the age difference—she was nearly eleven years older—but also the fact that he was Keith Cooper’s nephew. Keith had gone from being a family friend to Ava’s overprotective friend, and that complicated things. Piper preferred to keep things simple. It just was easier.
“It’s an open bar,” she pointed out.
He waggled his eyebrows at her. “I know. Figured this way you wouldn’t say no.”
He was effortlessly charming with the kind of square jaw and impish grin that made her pulse beat a little bit faster. She’d tried to be subtle when she turned him down, but as she’d already observed, Brian was a very smart man. “I’d love tequila straight. But Ava would have a fit if I had one, so sauvignon blanc please.”
“Do you always do what Ava wants?” he asked. “She has so much power over everyone in her circle.”
“Even your uncle,” she pointed out. Keith had been rumored to be taking Ava’s decision to distance herself from him without grace.
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t really see that much of him normally. I have been busy opening my own law firm in Dallas,” he said, then he groaned. “Did I really just say that out loud?”
She had to laugh at the way he said it. “Yes, you did.”
“I wasn’t bragging. I was just trying—”
“It’s okay. What do you want to drink?” she asked as they moved forward and were next in line at the bar.
“Grey Goose on the rocks,” he said.
“Damn. Now I’m beginning to rethink my promise to be classy and have white wine,” she lamented.
“Why not just be yourself and have what you want?” he asked. “But then again, I’m not related to Ava Wingate...”
Piper appreciated Brian’s acknowledgement of that, and yet at the same time, he reminded her that it had been far too long since she’d just let go and been herself. That thought was at the top of her mind as she stepped forward and ordered their drinks, getting the tequila for herself.
She turned to Brian and handed him his glass as they walked away from the bar toward the side of the dance floor. The band was playing and couples moved to the music, but they stood far enough away that they could still hear each other.
“I think I am a bad influence,” Brian remarked. “But I don’t regret it. Cheers.”
“Cheers,” Piper said, clinking her glass to his. Although she didn’t comment on his admission, she had to admit the tequila tasted way better than a glass of wine would have. And truth be told? She felt like herself instead of the perfect sister she tried to be every time she arrived back in Royal. Piper hated that she was forty and still trying to get Ava’s approval.
“You just reminded me it’s okay to have fun,” she said. “I am a little disappointed that I needed that, but I’m glad you did.”
* * *
Brian enjoyed the vodka but sipped it slowly. It seemed like forever, but in reality, it had only been a few months since he’d first noticed Piper Holloway. She had a cool, funky aura and of course she was so damned hot. He wanted her. She plagued his dreams and left him waking up with a hard-on, and if he was being honest, he’d thought he was way past those days.
He’d asked other women out and taken them home, but no one could satisfy that Piper-sized ache in his gut. He was pretty sure it was just lust and the more she turned him down, the more determined he was to have her.
Possibly he was wrong and the sizzle between them would fade out after they had a drink. His intuition said that would never happen and it rarely steered him wrong. But Piper had been pretty hard to reel in, no matter what he tried.
Was it pride?
He hoped it was something more than that, but as he stood next to her sipping vodka and finally having the conversation he wanted, he didn’t care.
They really didn’t have much in common—after all, she was a free-spirted artist and he was a high-powered family law attorney—but there was something to be said about opposites attracting...
His eyes slowly drifted over her again.
Piper had a creative vibe, from the way she wore her hair—this month colored dark brown—in an angled bob that was longer in the front than the back, to her Grecian-styled gown in a vibrant sapphire color with a plunging neckline that revealed the inner curves of her luscious breasts.
She was tall, at least five-seven, but she wore heels, giving herself another couple of inches and making it so they came eye to eye. He watched as she savored t
he tequila, closing her eyes when she took a sip. There was something wildly erotic about the way she drank it, and he knew he needed to play it cool, but he couldn’t help but think of throwing back shots with her alone in his place.
God, he could picture her standing next to him in nothing. Hell...just the thought made him rock hard. Earthy and sensual, a bona fide modern goddess, and even though his family and hers had grown apart, he couldn’t care less.
“I stopped by your gallery a few weeks ago but you weren’t there,” Brian said, realizing he needed to up his game around this woman. First, he’d sounded like a braggart talking about his law firm and now this clumsy conversational gambit.
“I was out of town,” she replied. “I didn’t know you were coming by.”
“Of course... I guess I should have called first.”
“That’s always a good idea,” she said.
“But you haven’t always been receptive to meeting me,” he reminded her. “I did ask you out for coffee at Zeke’s.”
She flushed and tipped her head to the side. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure of you. I don’t really like the influence Keith had over my sister after Trent’s death. I wasn’t sure you weren’t the same kind of man.”
That was a blow, but not unexpected. She was cautious and he guessed he didn’t blame her. While their families weren’t the Capulets and the Montagues, they also weren’t close as they’d once been, before Trent’s death. Brian’s friendship with Zeke had made him aware that Ava’s family wasn’t overly fond of his uncle. And in all honesty, he had thought it a little unseemly how quickly Keith had moved in on Ava after Trent’s death. But Ava had seemed to need someone to lean on.
“Fair enough. I’m not my uncle, but I can understand where you are coming from,” he said.
“Thanks,” she said dryly.
He groaned and realized he either needed more vodka or just to stop talking. The music changed to one of those group dances, the Electric Slide, and Piper looked over at him. “I love this song. Want to dance?”
“I can’t dance,” he confessed.