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huge and, according to Riley, the
fish were biting all the time. If Megan hadn’t been throwing him for a loop,
Rico would have loved to find a fishing pole while he was here to see if the
man’s claim was true.
    Megan’s home was smaller than those owned by her brothers and
male cousins. Their homes were two or three stories, but hers was a single
story, modest in size, but eye-catching just the same. It reminded him of a
vacation cabin with its cedar frame, wraparound porch and oversize windows. It
had been built in the perfect location to take advantage of both lake and
canyon.
    He’d heard the story of how the main house and the three
hundred acres on which it sat had been willed to Dillon, since he was the oldest
cousin. The remaining Denver Westmorelands got a hundred acres each once they
reached their twenty-fifth birthdays. They had come up with pet names for their
particular spreads. There was Ramsey’s Web, Derringer’s Dungeon, Zane’s Hideout
and Gemma’s Gem. Now, he was here at Megan’s Meadows.
    According to Riley, Megan’s property was prime land, perfect
for grazing. She had agreed to let a portion of her land be used by Ramsey for
the raising of his sheep, and the other by Zane and Derringer for their horse
training business.
    If Riley suspected anything because of all the questions Rico
had asked last night about Megan, he didn’t let on. And it could have been that
the man was too preoccupied to notice, since Riley had his little black book in
front of him, checking off the numbers of women he intended to call.
    It was early, and Rico wondered if Megan was up yet. He would
find out soon enough. Regardless, he intended to have his say. She could pretend
she hadn’t recognized the strong attraction between them, that sexual chemistry
that kept him awake at night, but he wasn’t buying it. However, just in case she
didn’t have a clue, he intended to tell her. Again. There was no need for her to
go to Texas, and to pretend she was going just to visit relatives was a
crock.
    The weather was cold. Tightening his leather jacket around him,
he moved quickly, walking up onto the porch. Knocking on the door loudly, he
waited a minute and then knocked again. When there was no answer, he was about
to turn around, thinking that perhaps she’d gone up to the main house for
breakfast, when suddenly the door was snatched open. His jaw almost dropped. The
only thing he could say when he saw her, standing there wearing the cutest
baby-doll gown, was wow .
    * * *
    Megan stared at Rico, surprised to see him. “What are
you doing here?”
    He leaned in the doorway. “I came to talk to you. And what are
you doing coming to the door without first asking who it is?”
    She rolled her eyes. “I thought you were one of my brothers.
Usually they are the only ones who drop by without notice.”
    “Is that why you came to the door dressed like that?”
    “Yes, what do you want to talk to me about? You’re letting cold
air in.”
    “Your trip to Texas.”
    Megan stared at him, her lips tight. “Fine,” she said, taking a
step back. “Come in and excuse me while I grab my robe.”
    He watched her walk away, thinking the woman looked pretty damn
good in a nightgown. Her shapely backside filled it out quite nicely and showed
what a gorgeous pair of legs she had.
    Thinking that the last thing he needed to be thinking about was
her legs, he removed his jacket and placed it on the coatrack by the door before
moving into the living room. He glanced around. Her house was nice and cozy.
Rustic. Quaint. The interior walls, as well as the ceiling and floors, were
cedar like the outside. The furniture was nice, appropriate for the setting and
comfortable-looking. From where he stood, he could see an eat-in kitchen
surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows where you could dine and enjoy a view of
the mountains and lake. He could even see the pier at her brother Micah’s place
that led to the lake and where the sailboat