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• From the cover Luke
  
  I saw her the second her black cowboy boots crossed the threshold of my bar. She was Meadowlark’s sweetheart, a giant pain in the ass, and my best friend’s little sister.
  
  Clementine Ryder.
  
  The last time I saw her was during the holiday season before last, but she had been leaving Rebel Blue Ranch as I was arriving. Because, as usual, I’d been late.
  
  Gus had told me Emmy’s schedule had been pretty intense over the last few years. Considering she was damn good at racing, I’m sure that was true. Considering the Ryders were the only real family I’d ever had, Emmy was a constant presence in my life, even though I rarely saw her these days. Occasionally, I was with Gus when she called, or I saw in the paper that she’d won another title, but that was different from her walking into my bar on a Friday night.
  Looking like that.
  
  Holy hell. Had she always looked like that?
  
  Or was it just the way she looked in the neon glow? Her hair was reckless and messy. It looked even longer than when I last saw her, hitting the middle of her back. She was wearing a skirt made out of some sort of shiny material; satin or silk, I think. It moved over her body like water. It made me wonder how she’d look wrapped up in bedsheets. But not just any bedsheets–my bedsheets.
  
  Shit. Where the hell had that come from? What was wrong with me? It had obviously been too long since I’d gotten laid. I didn’t want to think about how long.
  
  That’s your best friend’s little sister, dipshit.
  
  Two words rang in my head like alarm bells: off limits.
  
  But damn. She did look good. It was okay for me to acknowledge she looked good, right? She was a grown woman. I was a grown man who generally enjoyed looking at beautiful women. I just hadn’t seen one in a while.
  
  At least, not one this beautiful. It wasn’t like anything was going to happen between us, anyway. She couldn’t stand me.
  
  Joe, who was tending bar tonight, flagged me down, jostling me from my inappropriate thoughts about Emmy Ryder. What the hell was she even doing here?
  
  Usually, I heard about her visits because Gus wouldn’t shut up for a few days leading up to her arrival, but I hadn’t heard a peep out of him since he’d left for Idaho yesterday. Plus, when she did come home, she didn’t leave the ranch. It was no secret that Emmy had always wanted to get out of Meadowlark. The only thing stronger than her desire to leave was her love for her family, and that’s what dragged her back a couple of times a year.
  
  “Brooks! We need change at the bar, man,” Joe called over the music. Right, that’s what I was doing before a certain brunette walked through the door and stopped me dead in my tracks. Since when did the youngest Ryder have any sort of effect on me?
  
  Since now, apparently.
  
  That was f***ing annoying.
  
  I looked back and gave Joe a quick nod, letting him know I’d heard him. That’s when I noticed a redhead flirting with one of my horsemen at the bar. I recognized her bouncy-ass ponytail before I saw her face: Teddy Andersen.
  
  If I would’ve seen Teddy first, maybe I could’ve prepared myself for Emmy’s arrival. When it came to those two, one thing was certain: where one went, the other was sure to follow. It drove Gus bat-shit crazy.
  
  He always thought Teddy was too much—too loud, too vulgar, and too much trouble.
  
  I liked her. She’d always been a good friend to Emmy and...

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