The Bull Rider's Twins

Darla jumped from the bed. “I heard someone in the hall!”

“It’s all right,” he said, trying to tug her back for another helping of delicious blonde.

“It’s not all right!”

She eluded his grasp, so he snapped on the lamp. She was tugging on her party dress like a woman fleeing a crime scene. “Hey,” he said, “we’re consenting adults. No one’s going to bust in here and—”

“Shh!” She glanced at the door nervously. “I think the guests have all left. Your brothers will come upstairs any minute.”

“And my aunt Fiona and Burke,” Judah said, and Darla let out a squeak of fear.

“Get me out of here! Without anyone seeing me. Please!”

He’d prefer it if she stayed until dawn crested the New Mexico sky, but it was clear she was determined to pull a Cinderella and disappear. He got out of bed and pulled on his jeans.

“Can you zip me? Please?” She turned her back to him and Judah drank in all the smooth skin exposed to his hungry gaze.

“Are you sure you won’t—”

“Judah, please!”

He zipped her, taking his sweet time as he pressed a kiss against her shoulder. “Even if any of my family were to see you, Darla, it’s not like they’d brand you with a scarlet A.”

“I shouldn’t have done this. I don’t know what came over me.” She yanked on her heels, bringing her nearly four inches closer to his height. He reached for her, determined to show her how well suited they were, but she unlocked the door and dashed out before he could convince her to stay.

Shoving his shirt in his jeans, he hurried after her. He caught sight of a full blue skirt disappearing around the corner as she made it to the landing.

And then she was gone.

“Damn,” Judah said. “I’m think I’m going to have to marry that girl.”

Which was really funny, because of all his brothers, Judah had always known he would never marry. Not for his aunt, who dearly wanted to see all the Callahan boys married. Not for Rancho Diablo, which would go to the brother with the largest family. And not for love, because he really didn’t believe in love. At least not with one woman.

But perhaps he’d espoused that view because he’d always secretly had a crush on the unattainable Darla Cameron. She’d never so much as glanced his way. She’d been a serious student in high school, gone on to be a serious student in college, gotten a grad degree and then become a serious nurse. No, she’d never really given any of the guys in town a look, so he’d figured his chances were slim. He couldn’t even strike up a conversation with her.

All that changed tonight, he thought with a self-satisfied smile. And now that he’d had her, he was pretty certain he wouldn’t be able to give her up.

FOUR MONTHS PASSED quickly when you weren’t having fun, and Judah wasn’t having any fun at all. Darla had barely spoken to him since that Valentine’s Day evening. He’d tried to chat with her, done everything but go by the bridal salon and corner her, which his pride would not allow him to do. For a woman who’d seduced him, she’d certainly taken off fast. And lately, he’d heard she’d been lying low. Maybe wasn’t feeling great. Aunt Fiona was no help to him, but had dared to nonchalantly ask after his Valentine’s night surprise.

Obviously, Darla hadn’t been as enthused about their lovemaking as he’d been.

The realization stung like gritty wind. This was worse than when he’d only worshipped Darla from afar. Now he knew what he was missing out on, and it made him hunger for her more. She was constantly on his mind. People said she wasn’t taking phone calls, except from her mother, Mavis, who’d put out the word that Darla wasn’t accepting visitors at her small bungalow.

He would bide his time. He had to have her. There was no other option. She was a treasure he alone was going to possess.

If he could just figure out how.

“The first annual Rancho Diablo Charity Matchmaking Ball was such a success, not to mention Creed and Aberdeen’s wedding,” Aunt Fiona announced to Judah as he slunk into the kitchen, “that I’m in the mood to plan another party.”

He grimaced, not interested in discussing Fiona’s die-hard love of partying. It was all an excuse for her to marry off her nephews. The trouble with having a committed matchmaker in the family was that it was embarrassing when said matchmaker couldn’t fix his problem even if he wanted her to. He was sunk. “Do we really need another social function?”

“I think we do,” Fiona said. “We raised a lot of money for the Diablo public library, and we made a lot of new friends. And we irritated the heck out of Bode Jenkins, which, as you know, is my life’s goal. Not to mention you could stand a little perking up.”

Judah grunted. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” she said, moving around the sunny kitchen, “we need to find our next victim. The easiest way to do that is to keep ladies visiting the ranch.” She sent him a questioning glance. “Unless you know something I don’t know.”

“Like what?” He settled in to eating the eggs and bacon she put in front of him. There were strawberry jam-smothered biscuits on the side, and a steaming cup of brew. Life was too good to mess up with another extravaganza. The feed bag was definitely better when Fiona’s concentration was on the Callahans and not on impressing females far and wide. “I’m usually the last to know anything about anything.”

“That’s no surprise. What I meant was that unless you know that romance is blooming somewhere on the ranch—”

He shook his head, silencing that train of thought. “Dry wells around here, Aunt.”

“Then let’s choose a victim and get on with it. Time is running out.”

He looked up reluctantly from his breakfast. “You got Pete and Creed married off. That’s a third of us who’ve given up the flag of freedom. Maybe no more weddings are needed. Or children,” he added, knowing that was Fiona’s real goal. “Pete has three, and Creed has Joy Patrice, but he brought three more with him if you count Diane’s. Either way, that’s a grand total of seven new kids on the ranch.” He smiled, but it was pained. “Plenty, huh?”

She scowled. “Seven is hardly enough to make the case that our ranch shouldn’t be sold for public land use. Bode’ll never let us get off that easily. We need more.”

Judah looked with sorrow at his eggs, his appetite leaving him. “Well, you could try Sam, but I think he likes the ladies a little too much to settle down with just one.”

“And he’s just a baby,” Fiona said. “Twenty-six is too young when I’ve got hardened bachelors sitting around this place shirking their futures.”

Judah rubbed at his chin. “Well, there’s Jonas, but that would take too much work.”

Fiona huffed. “You’d think a thirty-three-year-old surgeon would be a bit more anxious to find a wife, but no-o-o. I don’t think he has the first clue about women, honestly. He’s such a—”

“Nerd,” Judah said, trying to be helpful, which earned him another scowl from Fiona.

“He’s not a nerd. He’s just a deep thinker.”

That was an understatement. “You could pick on Rafe. He’s next in line behind Jonas, and as Creed’s twin it would make sense. He’ll probably start missing that twin camaraderie now that Creed’s got his hands full.”

Fiona looked hurt. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Picking on you boys?”

“Oh, no. No, Aunt Fiona.” Judah looked at the hurt tears in his delicate aunt’s eyes. “We know you just want us all to be happy.”

She nodded. “I do. And how do you think I feel about having to make you all settle down before your time—if you have a sense of time at all, and I don’t think any of you boys do—when I’ve lost Rancho Diablo?”

“We haven’t lost it yet,” Judah soothed. “Sam’s gotten a continuance. We may get out of Bode’s trap eventually. Somehow.”

“But it’s better to load our deck for success.” Fiona waved at him. “Eat your breakfast. It’s getting cold.”

Burke, Fiona’s lifelong butler (and her secret husband, which she seemed keen for no one to know about, though all the Callahan brothers had figured it out) brought the mail in, handing it to her.

“Oh, look!” she exclaimed, as Judah pushed the now cool eggs around his plate. She waved an envelope in the air. “Cream-colored stock. Always a good sign!”

“Why?” he asked, his gaze on the calligraphed envelope.