Bewitching the Reclusive Billionaire Cowboy
Wives for the Western Billionaires 7
Bewitching the Reclusive Billionaire Cowboy
Graham, the reclusive Brodie brother, agrees to have Regina Piercy stay with him, temporarily. He prefers spending time alone, writing. Women like to talk, to discuss, to mess around in the kitchen, to go places, and especially to change things. But Regina is in danger. And he realizes he is too, from her bewitching smile and body.
Regina had lived a quiet life as a librarian until Graham arrived and brought her to his cabin. She is immediately attracted to the tall, dark, handsome man. She sets out to make him notice her. The more she pushes herself into his life, the more he tries to convince himself she is a nuisance.
After Regina's sister is found and rescued, Graham pulls away from Regina and attempts to resume his normal lifestyle. But the aloneness he craved before drives him crazy now. How has she bewitched him so quickly? But it will wear off, won't it?
Genre:
Contemporary, Western/Cowboys
Length:
41,505 words
Wives for the Western Billionaires 7
Paige Cameron
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BEWITCHING THE RECLUSIVE BILLIONAIRE COWBOY
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First E-book Publication: October 2012
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BEWITCHING THE RECLUSIVE BILLIONAIRE COWBOY
Wives for the Western Billionaires 7
PAIGE CAMERON
Copyright © 2012
Graham waved goodbye to Rand, his brother, and walked toward the blue sedan and the beautiful brunette standing beside it. Her rose-colored suit clung to every lush curve. Resisting Sylvia Rufus’s overtures in the past had not been easy, but Graham had seen her hard side, her restlessness, and knew they’d never be a pair. Rather than make his job more difficult he’d suggested they be working partners only. She’d taken his refusal with a small smile and a laugh.
“To what do I owe this surprise visit?” he asked her.
“Would you believe I missed you?” Her sultry voice stopped most men in their tracks.
He laughed. “No, what’s up?”
“Aren’t you going to at least offer a lady a drink and a place to sit down?”
“Sure. Come in on my porch. Have a seat. I’ll get the coffee.”
He glanced back and held in a chuckle. As he’d expected, she was wiping the dusty chair off and then sitting on the very edge. He got two cups down and poured the coffee. He’d made it just before Rand had knocked on his door earlier this morning and invited him to breakfast.
What the hell did Sylvia want? He’d gotten out of undercover work several years ago and hadn’t missed it. Taking the cups, he sauntered back to the small porch he’d added last summer. He handed a cup to Sylvia.
“You’re looking as beautiful as usual,” he said as he sat across from her.
“How do you stand all this woods and quiet? There’s hardly a sound anywhere around.”
“I like it. It helps me concentrate on my book.”
“So you really are writing the great American novel.”
“I don’t know about it being great. Good would satisfy me. But you’re avoiding telling me what brought you here.”
“You always were a man of few words and expected the rest of the world to be the same.”
“Why use a paragraph when two words will do?”
She shook her head. “You are impossible, but I need your help.”
“I quit, or didn’t you get the memo.”
“Exactly, a cold, impersonal e-mail.” She shrugged her shoulders. “To get down to business, I need someone protected, or I will.”
“Who, and why me?”
“This is going to take a paragraph.”
“I thought so.”
“I’m not sure if you know I have a sister. Well, I have a mother, too, but she and I aren’t close, and she’s changed her name so many times I doubt our guys could find her. But my mother married a wonderful man when I was two, Dan Piercy. He and Mom had a child, my half sister, Regina Piercy, a year later. She’s twenty-seven now.”
Sylvia glanced off in the distance and clasped her hands tight. “I’m involved in a dangerous case. Things haven’t gone well. We still hope to get the head man, but our guys are hearing rumors that my cover’s been broken. If I have to go into hiding and they find me, I’m afraid they may know my only weak spot is Regina. I’d tell them anything to save her.”
“I told you to get out three years ago.”
“What can I say. I love the adrenaline rush, the excitement, but I never thought it might harm my little sister.”
“Why do you think they’re after her?”
“I’m not sure they are, but I’m going back in. The leader has a thing for me. I believe I can convince him the rumors are wrong. My guys are rigging the situation to look like a jealous girlfriend started them.
“If the situation starts to go bad, I’ll have someone send word, and if you agree, you’ll go get her. I can handle myself if I don’t have to worry about her.”
“You still haven’t said why you think they’d target her.”
“The chatter is they’re trying to find out who my family is, who I care about.”
“You’re a fool. Get out now.”
“I can’t. This is too big. These are really bad men. I have to help get them. Will you keep my sister safe for me?”
“No one followed you here?”
“Please, my skills are better than that, and no, they didn’t. I drove the whole way and took a zigzag course.”
Graham stared into his coffee cup. Damn, he didn’t want to get into this mess. He liked his privacy and the peace he’d found.
“She’s so sweet, like an angel. Everyone loves her. Here’s the most recent picture I have.” Sylvia put a small photo in his hand.
Regina was smiling at whoever was taking the picture. Her auburn hair shone in the sunlight. She wore a white gauzy-type dress that on her small frame made her look like an angel. But it was the eyes and the heart-shaped mouth that made his heartbeat accelerate.
“She doesn’t look like you.”
“She looks like our mother, but she has the personality of our caring, wonderful father, or rather her father and my step-father. But he treated me as though I was his own.”
“Where’s he?”
“He smoked too much. We lost him two years ago.”
“I don’t like having my life disturbed. I’ll do it as long as you understand this is the last favor, forever.”
“I know, and it’s the most important one to me. The code words to go get her are
time for vacation
. Here’s her home address, phone numbers for work and home, and a number to call one of our agents if you get there too late. I’m counting on you. By the way, she may give you a fight about leaving, but I think I have her convinced of the possible danger.”
Graham saw the tears she tried to blink away. He’d never have suspected she had a soft spot.
Sylvia put her cup down and walked briskly to her car. “Wish me well.”
“Always.” Graham stood and watched as she turned around and drove out of sight. “I hope to hell this whole thing doesn’t explode in my face.” He’d lost a good friend on his last assignment. He’d promised himself he’d never do another one and had retired soon afterward.
But he couldn’t turn his back on an innocent person. He didn’t need anyone else’s death on his conscience.
Six months had gone by, and Graham Brodie still hadn’t heard from Sylvia. He was relieved he hadn’t had to spend the winter cooped up with a visitor. Hopefully, the assignment had gone well, and he wasn’t needed. He was seriously considering calling Dirk or Rand and setting a date to go fly fishing. Spring was here although it was still cold and rainy at times.
His book was finished. It just needed editing, not his favorite part of completing a book, and then he’d start on something new after a few days of fishing.
He reached out to call Dirk. When his hand touched the phone, it rang. Instinctively, he jerked back for a second. Maybe his brothers had the same idea and were calling him.
“Hello.”
“Mr. Brodie?”
“Yes.”
“It’s time for vacation.” The caller hung up.
Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have even thought about Sylvia
. He put the receiver down and went to pack a small suitcase and get the paper with the addresses and phone numbers. She’d also put the name of the library where her sister worked. He’d go there first and watch for an opportunity to introduce himself.
He picked up the phone again. “Hi, Mom, I wanted to let you know I’ll be gone a few days. I’m getting antsy. I’ll be back soon or in touch.”
“Stay safe, and have a good time,” his mother said. He suspected she’d like to ask why he was rushing off to an unknown destination, but thank goodness she respected her children’s privacy.
