Raine on Me
long. If you don’t get up, I’m coming in there with you, Navarro be 3damned. I won’t touch you but he might not believe me if he wakes up in the morning and finds us in bed together.”
    Something about that voice… She frowned and then lifted her head and had to blink a few times to adjust to the bright overhead lights. She glanced at the bedside clock, saw it was three in the morning, and then turned her head toward the door.
    Shock paralyzed her as she stared at a face she thought she’d never see again. A pair of equally shocked dark brown eyes stared back at her.
    “You!” River Wind hissed.
    Her mouth dropped open. “River?”
    He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank top. His black hair had been pulled back into a ponytail but she had no doubt it was River Wind. Her mind went totally blank as she started into his stunned features, which probably mirrored her own. He blinked.
    “What are you doing in my bed? What the hell are you doing in my home, Fuck And Run?”
    She turned over and nearly lost the covers, barely remembering her nakedness. She grabbed at them but not before she probably flashed him a bare breast when she sat upright, gawking at him.
    “Your home?”
    He took a deep breath and then another one. “Yeah. This is my family home. What the hell are you doing here?”
    “Did you call me Fuck And Run?”
    “Yeah. It’s what you did.” He frowned. “I’m waiting to hear what the hell you’re doing here.”
    “This is the Raine ranch.”
    “My real last name is Raine but I use my mother’s name while I’m working. My older brother was famous and I wanted to make a name for myself on the rodeo circuit so I didn’t want to be associated with him.” He took a step toward the bed and then stopped. “Now tell me what you’re doing in my house and in my bed.”
    “Dale sent me here.”
    They stared at each other for a long minute. She looked away from him to see a backpack on the floor by the closed bedroom door. He lived here, his real last name had to really be Raine, and she sat on his bed. Stunned didn’t begin to cover her emotions.
    “That fucking Dale,” River finally cursed. “When I called him he told me I needed to get my ass home pronto. That bastard set me up.”
    “You? What about me? Did you tell him what happened between us?”
    He frowned. “Hell no. Did you? Is that why he sent you to me? I’m not rich so if you’re a buckle bunny, forget it.”
    3Furious, she said, “You think I came here knowing this house belonged to you? You conceited bastard. I thought your last name was Wind. I wouldn’t be here if Dale had said I was going to be visiting a family by the name of Wind. I had no idea—none—that you were associated with the Raine family.”
    “Then who is hurt? Who is your patient?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
    “Nobody. I needed to get out of town for a while and Dale said he knew a family that could put me up so he sent me here to help them around their ranch. I know a little about horses.”
    Dark brown eyes narrowed dangerously and his lips twisted into a harsh frown.
    “So you say you’re a physical therapist but you’re here without a job? Are you a therapist or a horse wrangler? Make up your mind.”
    “What I am is out of here.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and then realized she was naked, baring a leg first as she attempted to slide off the bed. “Fuck!” She froze, clutching at the covers, and turned to grab her jersey. It wasn’t where she’d left it so her gaze scanned the bed frantically but she didn’t find it. “Where the hell did you put my shirt?” Her head snapped around to shoot a glare at River.
    “Me?” His black eyebrows shot up. “I just walked into my own room. I didn’t touch your shirt.”
    Biting back another curse, she looked at the bed again—her shirt was not on it— then gritted her teeth. She took a deep breath before turning to face the man she’d hoped to never see again. He

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