Rumors: The McCaffertys: The McCaffertys: Thorne

Rumors: The McCaffertys: The McCaffertys: Thorne
Lisa Jackson

When Thorne McCafferty rushes home to the family ranch, he is thinking only about whether his sister Randi will survive the car wreck that has put her in the hospital. He never expects that Randi’s E.R. doctor will be Nicole Stevenson. Nicole has never forgotten the teenage passion she shared with Thorne…or the sting of his unexplained rejection. Now she’s all grown up—but he still affects her in the very same way. Will they both be able to move beyond their pasts for a second chance at a happy ending?

The past is never too far behind…

The McCaffertys: Thorne

When Thorne McCafferty rushes home to the family ranch, he is thinking only about whether his sister Randi will survive the car wreck that has put her in the hospital. He never expects that Randi’s E.R. doctor will be Nicole Stevenson.

Nicole has never forgotten the teenage passion she shared with Thorne…or the sting of his unexplained rejection. Now she’s all grown up—but he still affects her in the very same way. Will they both be able to move beyond their pasts for a second chance at a happy ending?

The McCaffertys: Matt

Matt has never met a woman who wouldn’t succumb to the McCafferty charm. But beautiful Kelly Dillinger, the cop assigned to his sister’s hit-and-run case, proves indifferent to his attention. Her all-business attitude pricks his ego…and fires up his blood. The more she resists, the more determined he becomes to break down her defenses. Matt might think that law enforcement is no place for a lady, but he might soon find himself making a plea for passion.

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Rumors: The McCaffertys

The McCaffertys: Thorne

The McCaffertys: Matt

Lisa Jackson

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Contents

The McCaffertys: Thorne (#u2b8db1f2-3f76-5f4d-bd7c-451df455f035)

The McCaffertys: Matt (#litres_trial_promo)

The McCaffertys: Thorne

Lisa Jackson

Contents

Prologue (#ueb3043b2-361a-5870-b15d-30d52f5beb56)

Chapter 1 (#udad75fa7-2b84-5c4b-9954-6f1940294edf)

Chapter 2 (#ub597c96a-714e-53db-b036-19bcf670d7bf)

Chapter 3 (#u8dca33fc-78a8-54e3-9738-d0dafdc158f1)

Chapter 4 (#u65958ac1-eac2-58cb-af28-9fe88faecaa0)

Chapter 5 (#u3aed769b-a97d-5d79-ae7b-9520aa439f44)

Chapter 6 (#uf89643c3-b1a1-56bc-bac2-de99af700b96)

Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Prologue

Last summer

“The truth of the matter, son, is that I’ve got a request for you,” John Randall McCafferty stated from his wheelchair. He’d asked Thorne to push him to the fence line some thirty yards from the front door of the ranch house he’d called home all his life.

“I hate to ask what it is,” Thorne remarked.

“It’s simple. I want you to marry. You’re thirty-nine, son, Matt’s thirty-seven and Slade—well, he’s still a boy but he is thirty-six. None of you has married and I don’t have one grandchild—well at least none that I know of.” He frowned. “Even your sister hasn’t settled down.”

“Randi’s only twenty-six.”

“High time,” J. Randall said. A shell of the man he’d once been, J. Randall nonetheless gripped the arms of his metal chair, often referred to as “that damned contraption,” so tightly his knuckles bleached white. An old afghan was draped over his legs though the temperature hovered near eighty according to the ancient thermometer tacked to the north side of the barn. Across his lap was his cane, another hated symbol of his failing health.