When Summer Nichols inherited half of the Circle W Ranch, she didn’t know her rodeo-riding, bad boy ex-boyfriend came with the deal. But sure enough, Tyler Warren, the man who broke her heart and left her in Marietta years ago, is back and living on the ranch again, claiming he wants no trouble. He’s certainly not back to rekindle their decade ago romance.
Ty only wants what’s rightfully his, and then he’s gone, but not even family secrets and Summer’s deep betrayal can keep him from remembering the good times he had with the preacher’s sweet, beautiful daughter, once upon a time. Summer is more woman than he expected…
They ate quietly, Summer watching Becca take her meal.
And when Tyler was through and the baby was content, he said, “Text me if you remember
something you need in town. I won’t be long. Just getting wood and supplies and then I’ll be back. You want me to get Becca to sleep before I go?”
“No, it’s okay. We’re getting along real well. But if you have any hints about naptime I’m all
ears.”
He grinned. “Are you now? Well, let me see. She likes for you to sing to her, and she likes to be
rocked, but you gotta hold her real tight, tuck her into your body, keep her warm and secure. That should do it. She’s already taken with you. I doubt she’ll give you an iota of trouble.”
She rose from the table, taking up their plates. “Then she’s not too much like her daddy at all.”
“You saying I’m trouble?” He rose from his seat, towering over her.
She backed up a bit, noting the playful gleam in his melt-your-heart eyes. Maybe she shouldn’t
have provoked him, because he was moving like silk now, swooping in, taking the plates out of her hands and setting them on the counter. Warmth spread through her body as his hands wrapped around waist. He tugged her forward and she landed just shy of his chest.
Taking in the teasing smile on his face, she asked, “What are you doing, T-ty?”
He stared at her lips and all rational sense fled her mind. “Showing you the difference between me being good, and me giving you trouble.” And then he bent his head and brought his mouth to hers, claiming her in a kiss that stole vital breath from her lungs.
He tasted like home, the way she’d always remembered, the first boy to ever hold her close and
kiss her like she was treasured. What might have started out as a tease, began to feel like much more. He deepened the kiss, and the powerful melding of their mouths made her forget time and place. He’d been learned in the art of kissing she’d found out later, after kissing a few frogs in her day. When he tucked her into his body, a little squeak rose up from her throat and Tyler took notice, as if he too was lost. He ended the kiss then and stepped back, studying her, the intensity in his eyes revealing too much.
Then he scrubbed his chin. “It seems Becca is more like me than I thought. I’m taken with you,
too. But I’m not here to stir up trouble, Summer. Regardless of what you might think.”
He left her standing by the sink to say goodbye to his daughter. Then the back screen slapped shut and the sound of his boots clicking on the path faded away.
Slowly, her fingers traced over her lips, still burning from his kiss. “You may not be here to
cause me any trouble, Tyler. But you’re doing a fine job of it anyway.”
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