The Cowbear's Mail Order Bride (Curvy Bear Ranch 6) by Liv Brywood Page A

brothers really love their mates. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for them. I guess I wouldn’t be totally against fate dropping a woman into my lap.”
    “Do you believe in fate?” she asked.
    “To a certain degree. I don’t expect my future wife to slide down a rainbow from the sky. I know I won’t find someone until I put myself out there, but I just don’t want to go through all the effort. I guess I’m lazy.”
    “Maybe you’re just afraid of getting hurt,” she said.
    “Maybe.” He stopped next to a snowmobile. “So we have two options. We can each ride our own, or you could ride behind me. Either way works for me.”
    “Are they difficult to drive?”
    “No. But you might get cold because you won’t have a built-in wind breaker… and you wouldn’t get to wrap your arms around me all day.” The dimple popped up on his cheek.
    “Well, when you put it that way…” She smiled.
    “I am a pretty good salesman.” He laughed as he handed her a helmet.
    “The best. I don’t think any of the men in your family lack charm,” she said.
    “We have it in spades.” He reached for the chinstrap and adjusted it. “You want to make sure it’s on tight. It’s nearly impossible to tip one of these over, but you never know.”
    They were standing so close together that she could see the specs of green in his gorgeous bedroom eyes. When he met her gaze, the urge to kiss him reared up. She held her breath. Did he want to kiss her again? Or was last night just a lapse in judgment?
    “All done,” he murmured.
    “Thank you.”
    When he turned and swung his leg over the snowmobile, her chest heaved. She sucked in a breath. Good God, how was she going to wrap her thighs around that butt without creaming her panties?
    “Make sure you hold on tight,” he said as she slid in behind him.
    “I will,” she said.
    As she wrapped her arms around his waist, his stomach clenched. Her fingers closed over a solid wall of muscle. Let the torture begin.
    The ride through the small town of West Yellowstone lasted less than two minutes. She would have missed it had she blinked. The main street consisted of rows of shops, including a couple of bookstores. She made a mental note to stop into them if she had a chance.
    At the edge of town, Drew turned left and headed toward a huge, ranger-guarded gate. He stopped next to the guardhouse and flipped open his visor. A ranger stepped out.
    “Hey, Anderson,” he said.
    “Hey. You two heading into the park for the day?” the ranger asked.
    “Yep. We’re headed up to Minerva Terraces, as long as the roads aren’t closed.”
    “They’re open. Watch out for buffalo when you hit the first junction. They’ve been standing in the middle of the road all day.”
    “Good thing there’s no car traffic. Can you imagine?” Drew asked.
    “Why do you think we limit access in the winter? Every idiot with an SUV would be up here mowing them down. It’s bad enough that we have to deal with speeders in the summer. And you know what gets me? They have the nerve to bitch about their insurance rates going up when they hit one of the animals. People,” he huffed.
    “I hear ya,” Drew said.
    “Anyway, enough of my ranting. You folks have a nice trip. You’re not planning on staying past dark, right?”
    “We should be back by mid-afternoon.”
    “Sounds good.” The ranger stepped back into the guardhouse and closed the door.
    “We’ll stop at the warming hut when we get to the first junction,” Drew said. “Normally I’d stop a few times, but we have a fairly long trip and I definitely want to be back well before sundown.”
    “Lead the way,” she said.
    “Face mask,” he said.
    “Oh right.”
    She closed her visor and then latched onto his waist. When he took off, she shrieked and clung to him. In town, they hadn’t gone very fast, but now he was driving like a crazy person. It took a few minutes to get used to it, but when she did, she actually liked the rumble of the