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they have to make things so difficult?
    “Sierra, come on,” Pierce called. “The bellhop and driver finally managed to store the extra luggage needed for all the clothes you purchased.”
    “Pierce, I seem to recall a couple of Brioni suits belonging to you,” she tossed back.
    Her brother ignored her jab. All of them except Luke and Brandon enjoyed wearing stylish clothes. “She’s probably dreading the lineup of men Mama has waiting,” Brandon said.
    Sierra slipped inside the car. “All of them have been pitiful. I forget them before they’re out of the room.”
    Brandon hugged Faith to him. “She’s tricky. The real man she’s picked out will probably be waiting for you when we get back.”
    “Yeah. Mama likes to blindside you, but she has good taste.” Pierce kissed Sabra. At their feet Isabella barked.
    “It won’t do her any good. No man in Santa Fe will interest me.” Because Sierra had already met him in San Francisco.
    The problem was, she might never see him again.

THREE
     
    “ M ama is driving me insane.” Sierra sucked the last of her diet cola through a straw, then banged the glass on the table.
    She’d been back from San Francisco for two weeks and was seriously considering taking another trip just to have some peace. “Everywhere I turn there’s a man. Even my mechanic tried to hit on me yesterday when I dropped the SUV off for an oil change.”
    Catherine, the wife of Sierra’s oldest brother, Luke, patted Sierra’s shoulder in sympathy. “I think she’s topped the record she set with the number of women she paraded before Luke.”
    “Twenty-eight has been my lucky number ever since.” Luke smiled down at Catherine sitting beside him at the Grayson family table in Brandon’s restaurant, the Red Cactus.
    “Try forty-seven and counting … if you include the vice president of the bank this morning. Although I’m not sure, since he’s pushing fifty and bald.” Sierra crunched on a nacho chip.
    “At least it hasn’t put you off food,” Brandon teased as he placed a large sampling of chicken quesadillas, steak nachos, and chicken flautas on the table.
    “That will be the day.” Sierra reached for the fluffy chicken-filled flour tortilla and thanked Marlive, the waitress, who refilled her glass of diet cola.
    “I don’t suppose it would make you feel better if I pointed out she’ll be dead-on with her real choice.” Morgan gazed down into his wife Phoenix’s upturned face.
    “Right the first time.” Sierra’s sharp white teeth tore into a quesadilla.
    “For you, it would be someone special and unique,” Phoenix said quietly.
    A picture of Blade—proud, magnificent, powerful—flashed before Sierra. She felt her body soften and wanted to curse. Stay out of my mind. If you can forget me, I can forget you.
    “Sierra.”
    Sierra brought her head up sharply at the sound of Luke’s worried voice. “What?”
    “You looked … different for a moment,” he told her.
    Caught, she did what she was good at. Evaded. “Thinking of being married to some man who wants me to cook his meals and wash his clothes does that to me.”
    “Not if he doesn’t want to spend a lot of time in the emergency room after eating your food or buying new clothes that you’ve ruined trying to wash,” Pierce said, joining the group with Sabra.
    Sierra brightened. “Thanks. I’ll tell the next man who tries to ask for a date what you said.”
    “That might work, but some men are self-sufficient.” Sabra slid in beside her husband.
    Sierra’s lips twitched. “Too bad you didn’t marry one of them.”
    “She loves my other qualities.” Pierce winked and filled a plate with soft nachos and flautas for himself and Sabra.
    “Finally.” Brandon jumped up to meet Faith halfway. Curving his arm around her waist, he came back to the table.
    Sierra had seen that wide, happy grin on Brandon’s face numerous times. She’d seen the same blissful expression on all the Grayson men. They loved