A Wedding in Red Creek: Rori and Jackson (The Sons of Dusty Walker Book 9) by Randi Alexander

what went on with Dylan
last week? You know Zoe Chapman, right?” Abby’s voice went quieter.
    “I know Zoe. What happened?” The sultry one sounded curious.
    Abby’s voice dropped down to a mumble and the two spoke for
a minute.
    Jackson strained to hear, but couldn’t catch anything.
    “That’s quite a coincidence.” The sexy voice spoke.
    “Yes, I thought so, too.” Abby tsked. “So, would you like me
to let Jackson know you’re here to see him?”
    “Wait, is this the rodeo cowboy?” Ms. Sensual Voice sounded
disappointed.
    “Yes. That’s him.” A giggle. “Is that a problem?”
    Jackson set down his cup and moved a few inches to peek
around the wall. His jaw dropped.
    Tall, maybe just a few inches shorter than his six-feet,
two-inches, even in her flat…red high-tops ? Different. Her jet-black
hair shone in the bright light as it swung thick and straight, cut just at her
shoulders. Her jeans clung to her curvy hips and she had a booty that made him
forget to breathe. The graphic printed T-shirt strained at the press of her
full breasts against the front of the material.
    He ducked back into the kitchen and swallowed, recognizing
the heat rushing through his body as blood racing from his head to his groin.
Holy hell, she was the best thing he’d seen in this town, by a long shot.
    “I was hoping…” Her sexy voice switched to a long sigh. “For
one of the business-type brothers, but I was in Kansas City for two weeks
setting up new servers for a startup company, and I really need to talk to one
of Dusty’s heirs.”
    Jackson took another quick look at her. Yeah, she definitely
put a rocket in his pocket.
    “You should talk to Jackson. He’s a nice guy.”
    Ms. Sensual Voice pressed two fingers between her eyebrows.
“It can probably wait until next week. Talk to that one, instead.”
    Abby shrugged. “Why?”
    Jackson knew he had to make his presence known before the
hottie said something that’d make her too embarrassed to go out with him. He
grinned. And he would sorely like to take her out. Then take her back home, and
spend the night with her. “Because…” Stepping out of the kitchen, he strode
toward her, using his sure-hit cowboy gait.
    She turned to look at him. Her sky-blue eyes widened and her
cheeks pinked up to a sexy shade of embarrassment.
    “Our guest thinks this dumb ol’ cowboy don’t have enough
gray matter upstairs to understand what she needs.” And what she needed was to
have those red lips of hers kissed. Hard.
    *~*~*~*
     
    Rori
and Jackson: The Sons of Dusty Walker
    Chapter
One
    Jackson Walker knew he was dreaming, but with his
sweetheart, Rori Hughes, snuggled tightly in his arms, and the two of them
cradled warm and cozy in her bed, he couldn’t wake himself.
    “You’re just like your father.” Rori stood in the middle
of Main Street, Red Creek, Kansas, her fists on her hips. “You can’t change
DNA, Jackson. You’ll break my heart and you’ll just rationalize it away with
the fact that you’re Dusty Walker’s son.”
    Jackson reached over his head to attach his rodeo number
on his back, turned away from Rori, and instantly found himself behind the
wheel of his pickup, flooring the accelerator, squealing tires as he raced away
from her.
    He woke with a gasp and opened his eyes. Light from the
streetlamps filtered in around the curtains, casting stripes on the ceiling.
    Rori’s sweet patchouli scent drifted up his nostrils but she
didn’t move. Exhausted? They’d made love half the night in their hideaway
apartment on the second floor of her computer store on Main Street, and she’d
fallen deeply asleep just a few hours ago.
    Easing his arm from under her, Jackson slid out of bed,
pulled on his briefs, and padded out of the room and across the wood floor to
the small kitchen. As he drew a glass of water from the tap, he stared out the
window. Down the street a ways, the D. Walker Mineral building stood half in
shadow as if hiding itself from