B.J. Daniels - Twelve-Gauge Guardian

“That’s right, you have my gun. I’d like that back.”

“I’m sure you would. But you don’t need to worry. From now until we’re finished with this, I will keep you safe.”

She lifted a brow questioning whether he thought he really could handle that job. Fortunately she’d learned to take care of herself. “I’m not sure you won’t need my help.”

He gave her a look that said she was pushing her luck. She heard him swear under his breath as he walked away. She watched him, trying to gauge what kind of man he really was. One thing was for sure—he had no idea who the woman he’d just taken captive really was.

As she watched him, for the first time, she took a good look at Cordell Winchester. She was suddenly aware of the man on some primitive level. He looked like an ad for Montana, a cowboy who was just as comfortable in the wild outdoors as in a large city or a boardroom.

She must have been blind not to have noticed before this how his jeans hugged his tight behind, the legs long, the hips slim. His shoulders seemed broad enough to block out the sun.

Raine felt desire warm her blood. It had been a long time since she’d been even remotely aware of a man. She’d been too busy with her career. She’d apparently forgotten what it felt like to want a man so much it made her ache. Or maybe she’d just never known a man like Cordell Winchester, a man who could unleash that kind of primal need even when she couldn’t stand the sight of him.

This was a man who had to be used to getting what he wanted from women. She was glad she wasn’t that type of woman. But the thought also came with a little regret that she wouldn’t be finding out if Cordell was as sexy as he looked.

As he started to the car with her things, he saw her eyeing him. “Something wrong?”

She scoffed at that. Everything was wrong. She couldn’t wait to see the last of this Winchester and, judging by the expression on Cordell’s face, he felt the same way.

CORDELL HATED THE IDEA of dragging this woman out to the ranch with him as much as he hated going there in the first place. He knew he had no business taking her prisoner and the last person he wanted to see was his grandmother.

But the storm had given him no other option other than being trapped in the small rental car with her. That, he thought, could definitely be worse than the ranch. At least at his grandmother’s they should be able to get something to eat and drink and, if they were stuck there overnight, a place to sleep.

He didn’t trust Raine Chandler as far as he could toss her and needed this time to find out everything he could about her—and this article she was writing.

As it was, he’d have to watch her 24/7. At least at the ranch, she was far enough from Whitehorse that taking off would require she hoof it forty miles. Or take a horse. He couldn’t see that happening.

“This is just temporary,” he said as they climbed into the car. Once he found the person who hurt his brother, Raine Chandler was free to do whatever the hell she wanted.

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