Almost Home by Masters India

Author:Masters, India [Masters, India]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Erotica
ISBN: 9781419940576
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: 2012-12-07T05:00:00+00:00

The moment Wyatt’s truck pulled out, Haley gathered her purse and keys. If Conner had anything to do with Snoop’s death, she’d know it just by looking at him. He might fool other people but he’d never been able to get past his big sister’s internal lie detector. Pulling the door shut behind her, Haley bounded down the stairs, throwing up her hand in greeting to the few hands Wyatt had sent over to keep an eye on the main ranch compound.

“Tell Dooley I got some errands to run and I’ll be back later today,” she called, hopping behind the wheel of the ranch truck. She slammed it in gear when she saw her foreman come around the side of the house and sped away in a cloud of dust. Two hours later she was jouncing up the rutted lane to the ramshackle ranch Conner called home.

A rusted-out Chevy pickup baked in the morning sun. Conner’s truck was parked next to the barn. So Conner had company. If it was a woman, she was in for a rude awakening. Literally. It was only eight in the morning and Conner was not an early riser, neither were the barflies he brought home. Haley smiled. Might as well start his day out right. She stomped across the porch. The door bounced off the wall when she flung it open.

“What the fuck,” a male voice snarled.

“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, kicking the door shut.

“Who the fuck are you?” the man shot back. “Reckon you should go first since you busted into my house.”

Haley’s lip curled. His house? “Last time I checked, I paid the rent on this dump so I reckon that makes it my house.” Credit where credit was due, he was a good-looking bastard. Tall and cut like a weightlifter, his sleep-mussed hair was the color of a shiny sable pelt. But there was something menacing about the man—something besides the baseball bat he held in his grip. There was a hint of cruelty around his chiseled mouth, scowl lines on his brow, and a split in his left earlobe where an earring had been torn out. She glanced at his hands. Scarred knuckles. A brawler and probably meaner than a hot skillet full of rattlesnakes. Still, he smiled and set the bat on the floor so she figured he had to know who she was.

“You must be Conner’s sister. Haley, ain’t it?”

She gave him a terse nod. “And you would be?”

“Friend of Conner’s. Name’s Rafe.”

She turned and headed for Conner’s room. “Uh, you might not wanna go in there, ma’am. He probably ain’t alone.”

She glared at the man over her shoulder. “Do I look like I give a shit?”

Rafe, whoever he was, laughed. “No ma’am, you surely don’t.”

Haley turned the knob and kicked Conner’s door open. A woman screeched and yanked the covers up over her breasts. At the same time, Conner sat up and shouted, “What the fuck?”

“Get out,” Haley said, snatching up the woman’s clothes and tossing them at her.

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