Her Heart-Stealing Cowboys [Hellfire Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jennifer August

Author:Jennifer August
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2013-07-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The next day, the early afternoon sun streamed into the quiet office as Tag tried to read the two applications Samantha Carson had culled from the stack. His mind wasn’t on them. Instead, he thought about Rebecca. It seemed like thinking about her was all he did these days. He smiled. He didn’t mind so much. He liked having her around. Her laugh charmed him and made him want more. Just a smile or sweet word from her lifted his mood. And the way she felt beneath him and surrounding him was something he’d never experienced. He had a feeling they’d just started to plumb the depths of what could be a great passion. His mind shied away from the next logical thought. He was not going to think about loving her.

One step at a time.

His phone rang. “Sheriff Cain.”

“Congratulations, Sheriff.”

“Antoine? Thanks. What’s all that ruckus?”

Tag squinted as if it would help him hear any better. Antoine Bayez was the owner of Freedom’s one and only motorcycle bar. The place was well run by Antoine, along with his two employees, Clayton Rogers and Beauregard Stephens. The two giant oaks of men kept the regulars and visitors in line with a minimum of fuss.

“That’s why I’m calling, Sheriff. I’ve got a couple of women scrapping it out down here. They’re tussling over the best man in the wedding party. Clayton and Beau won’t touch ’em.”

Tag clenched is jaw. “Damn it,” he swore. “I’ve warned the people in that damn wedding party a dozen times already.” His gaze flicked to the door leading to the jail cells. Fischer’s crime scene was officially cleaned up and released but he didn’t really want to stick anyone in there yet.

A loud screech pierced his eardrum and he jerked the phone away for a moment.

“How soon can you come?” Antoine asked. His tone wavered between begging and crying. “They’re busting up my chairs.”

“On my way,” Tag replied.

He snatched his hat from the rack and sprinted from the office. Despite the haste, he made damn sure the door locked behind him.

He wished Doreen would return. The office wasn’t the same without her and he couldn’t seem to get a thing done. He never knew just how much paperwork she dealt with. She might need a raise.

Once Carson put in her paperwork to leave Kerr County, Cranshaw turned into an ass and refused to let any office staff come help him out. At least he couldn’t do a damn thing about dispatch.

His siren blared as he sped to the edge of town toward the Chrome Barrel. He radioed Kerr County’s dispatch to let them know he was on a call.

“10-4, Sheriff. Need any back up?”

“Negative,” he replied. The day he needed assistance breaking up a cat fight was the day he hung up his badge.

He pulled up at the Chrome Barrel’s parking lot. It was surprisingly full for one o’clock in the afternoon. He counted six cars and twelve bikes.

He pushed his way into the bar and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting.

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