Rough Ryder by Alexander Randi

Author:Alexander, Randi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: texas, spanking, anal sex, ranch, cowboy romance, sexy cowboys, hot cowboys, bucking horses, country music singer, country songwriter
Publisher: Randi Alexander

Chapter Thirteen

Ryder knew it had to be the middle of the night when he heard his phone ring. He ignored it, burying his face in the cool pillow of his soft, warm bed on his ranch in Natchitoches.

He’d flown home after the big lunch on Angus’s ranch, and had been looking forward to a good twelve-hour sleep.

A text message beeped, then another, followed by a second phone call. Schmiddy’s code for pick up your fucking phone.

Ryder opened one eye and hauled his phone to his ear. “Yeah?”

“Miss Davidson is holding her stepbrother hostage.” The bodyguard sounded as awake and in-control as usual.

Ryder sat up. “She’s what?”

“Steele McLairn’s people found him this afternoon. He got a speeding ticket in a small town in northern California, and Mr. McLairn’s team called the local hotels until they found where the car was registered.”

“Yeah, but go back to the part about her holding him hostage.”

“Ms. Davidson flew out to Cali, busted in on him—those are her own words—and is holding him at taser-point until you get there.”

“Taser. Point.” He stood and stretched. “Shit. All right, I’ll get my pilot back. Are you—”

“Sir.” Schmiddy broke in. “On my way to the hostage site, ETA, three hours.”

His bodyguard must be at his home in Lake Tahoe. “Thanks, man. Sorry to fuck up your days off. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Text me the details.”

“Yes, sir.” Schmiddy hung up.

Ryder looked at himself in the mirror. “Hurricane Brooke strikes again.”

****

Brooke sat in a straight-backed chair at the laminate table of the cheap hotel room where she’d found McCrae four hours ago, in the middle of a rainy California night. Her taser sat fully-charged in front of her.

Her stepbrother sat in the raggedy lounge chair in front of the television, his arms crossed, his jaw set in a classic spoiled-rich-boy pout. He looked like he hadn’t had a haircut in months, his blond frizz nearly reached his shoulders. He looked skinny, too. Was he not eating right, or on drugs?

When Steele had called with her stepbrother’s location, she’d jumped on the first flight west. The cost of a last-minute flight had her dipping deeper into the money she’d have to pay back to Hope, but she’d wanted McCrae right in front of her before she called Ryder—or more accurately, Schmiddy—to let him know she’d found the shithead.

Her younger stepbrother jumped up and paced the room again, as he’d been doing for hours, trying to find his way out of this. “If I give you half the money, will you let this go?”

She tapped her fingers on the table. “You stole from me, lied to Ryder, took his money under false pretenses. He’s pissed as hell, and I’ve sold the song to someone else, so no, you’re not going to give me half the money. We’re waiting for Ryder, and if you aren’t able to work this out with him, we’ll be calling the police.”

He plopped down in the chair he’d just vacated, his hair fluffing out around his shoulders.

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