Rescue Ranch 2
Rescue Ranch 2
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There’s little Zoey Jamison enjoys more than cooking, but lately, her meals have become as sour as her personal life. Looking to spice things up, she leaves everything behind and hits the road for parts unknown. When she finds herself on Rescue Ranch, sexy cowboys Trent Dickson and Bobby Wiggins awaken wicked hungers she’s never known. But what they expect in exchange for their touch might be too much.
As former Navy officers and men who grew up on Rescue Ranch, Trent and Bobby love to eat a good meal and aren’t afraid of hard work. When Zoey shows up on the ranch, they know the beautifully sophisticated, if a bit frazzled, chef is for them. Convincing her to let her hair down is easy enough, but getting her to realize she’s the submissive they’ve been looking for is an uphill battle they’re more than willing to fight from the kitchen to the bedroom and straight into her heart.
How did he know she really needed far more than a little gas so she could get her car rolling again? Zoey stared into Bobby’s light brown eyes and wanted so badly to tell him her life story and beg to stay on the ranch that it surprised her. What the hell was she thinking? She’d known this man for all of ten minutes at best, and yet the sudden urge to fold herself in his arms and ask him to rescue her from the world swept through her so swiftly, she nearly did it. Instead, she stepped away from his powerful touch just as Trent walked into the parlor.
“Here you go, darlin’.” Trent passed her a glass of tea and turned to hand another to Bobby. “Did you convince her to stick around for lunch yet?”
Bobby took the glass in the hand he’d used to cup her cheek and tossed her heels to the floor near the sofa. “I was working on it.”
Zoey’s gaze followed the shoes and she winced at the sharp sound they made as they hit the hardwood floor. “Would you mind being more careful with those? They’re Jimmy Choos.”
The men exchanged quizzical looks, glanced at the shoes, and then turned their gazes on her.
“Darlin’.” Trent’s voice held the slow drawl of the Deep South and moved over her like warm, sugary syrup. “I dunno where you’ve come from, but the only Jimmy on this ranch would rather chew on horse feed than a pair of shoes.”
Zoey cracked up. She couldn’t help it. It was just too fucking cute! “Jimmy Choo is a Malaysian fashion designer out of London. Those shoes your friend just tossed across the floor like a couple of dirty rags cost me nearly a thousand dollars.”
Both men stared at her as if she’d suddenly sprouted a second head.
“You paid a thousand dollars…” Bobby started.
“For shoes?” Trent finished. “Christ, do we want to know what you paid for that skirt and blouse you’re wearing?”
Still giggling, Zoey shook her head. “Probably not.”
“You must be one hell of a cook to be able to afford designer stuff like that, unless—”
“Wait. You can cook?”
Though Trent’s surprised question had cut Bobby off midsentence, she knew what the man had been about to say. Unless she had a boyfriend or husband back home who had bought the clothes for her. She felt herself bristle and didn’t think to hold back the retort before it spilled from her lips.
She pinned Bobby with a steely glare. “What is it with men that think women can’t make enough money on their own to afford lavish clothes if they want them?” Before he could respond, she shifted her attention to Trent. “And yes, I can cook.”
“I didn’t mean…” Bobby started, but she bulldozed over him as she continued to talk to Trent.
“I have my own catering business back home.”
“Which means you can cook?” he asked again.
She rolled her eyes and let out baffled half laugh at the dumbfounded expression that had taken over his handsome face. “Yes, I can cook.”
“Lord have mercy on my heart.” Trent covered said heart with his free hand as he set his glass of tea on the end table and closed the distance between them before she could blink. In the next instant, his strong arms locked around her waist and he pulled her against the hard wall of his body. “Marry us, Zoey.”
“Say yes, and I promise we’ll have you a ring by sundown.”
She didn’t know what had everything in her mind and body going haywire most, feeling the heat of his solid body seeping into her flesh even through the material of her clothes, his outlandish proposal, or the fact that his proposal had included words like us and we’ll.
“I…” Don’t know what to say.
Of course, she wouldn’t say yes. Hell, she was already dodging one proposal, and she’d known that guy for months. She certainly wouldn’t marry him or them or… Them? What kind of backwoods world had she stumbled into? Surely, that hadn’t been what he’d meant.
Bobby walked up beside Trent and patted the man on the back of the shoulder even as he slid his other hand around her waist just below Trent’s arms. The combination of their touches, of both their bodies so close to hers, and the mixed aromas of soap, sweat, and man short-circuited every rational thought in her head.
“I think you’re moving a bit too fast for our girl.”
Their girl? Zoey shot a look at the shoes Bobby had discarded, stupidly expecting them to be red when she knew damn well they were black. She hadn’t clicked the heels of them together when she’d gotten out of her car and been transported to Oz either. Had she?
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Trent drawled, his gaze never leaving hers. “Forgive me, darlin’. I get a little quick on the trigger when I find something I want.” He kissed the tip of her nose and slowly released her. “How about I make you another proposition?”
Zoey’s head was still reeling from the first one. Quick on the trigger? He’d gotten that much right. Something he wanted? Jeez, she couldn’t keep up! “I, uh, that depends on what you’re proposing this time.”