The Maverick's Secret Baby. Teri Wilson

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      Maximilian shook his head. “Absolutely not. We need Viv’s help now more than ever. It’s not going to be easy to make matches for you, Hunter and Wilder. Hunter hasn’t so much as looked at another woman since his wife died. Wilder is just…well, Wilder. And you can’t seem to focus on one woman to save your life. If you’re not careful, son, you’re going to wind up old, alone and lonely. Just like me.”

      A bark of laugher escaped Finn before he could stop it.

      “Please.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re far from lonely.”

      His father was rarely, if ever, alone. The business and living arrangements at their sprawling Ambling A Ranch pretty much assured that Maximilian saw each of his six sons on a daily basis. Plus, he was the biggest flirt Finn had ever set eyes on.

      His dad had been single for decades. Finn’s mother had abandoned the family when all six of her sons had been young. Maximilian might have remained single, but that hardly meant he lacked female companionship. His wallet alone was an aphrodisiac—plus he was something of a silver fox. Being in his sixties didn’t stop him from dating nearly as much as Finn did.

       Like father, like son.

      “Point taken.” Maximilian shrugged one shoulder. The corner of his mouth inched up into a half grin. “In any case, we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here to find you a bride.”

      “Your son might need to adjust his standards,” Viv said, as if Finn wasn’t sitting right there in the room. “The sheer number of women he’s dated in the past three months should have guaranteed a good match.”

      “I guess you’ll just have to dredge up more women. It seems like the only solution.” Finn aimed his best sardonic smile directly at the wedding planner. She was really beginning to annoy him.

      Adjust his standards? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

      “I’ve been calling around town to see if I’ve overlooked any single ladies. This morning alone I’ve tried all the day-care centers, the veterinary clinic, the medical center and Maverick Manor.” Viv tapped a polished fingernail on the pink notepad in front of her. “I thought maybe I could find a few datable, single women working in one of these locations whom I might not be acquainted with, some ladies living in one of the surrounding counties.”

      So now she was going to import women into town to date him? This whole ordeal was getting more absurd by the minute.

      “Any luck?” Maximilian said.

      “Not yet. But there’s still one place left on my list—Strickland’s Boarding House.”

      An ache took up residence in Finn’s temples. “That ramshackle Victorian mansion by the fire station?”

      Viv’s lips pursed. “It’s a town landmark.”

      “It’s purple,” Finn retorted.

      “Lavender gray, technically.” She smiled brightly at him. Jeez, this woman never gave up, did she? Maybe because your father is offering her a million dollars to marry you off…possibly more. “Just the sort of place a lovely single woman might choose to stay.”

      “That actually makes sense, son.” Maximilian waved a hand toward Viv’s list. “Go ahead and call over to the boarding house. We’ll wait.”

      Finn was on the verge of pulling his Stetson low over his eyes and taking a nap. No one here seemed to care much what he thought, anyway. But once Viv dialed the number, she put her phone on speaker mode, which made napping pretty much impossible.

      After two rings, an older man’s voice rattled on the other end. “Howdy, Strickland’s Boarding House.”

      Viv smiled. “Hello there, Gene. It’s Vivienne Dalton calling.”

      “Hi there, darlin’. What can Melba and I do for you today?” he said.

      In the background, Finn heard a woman—Melba, presumably—asking who’d called. When Old Gene supplied her with the information, she yelled out a greeting to Viv.

      Viv and Old Gene exchanged a few more pleasantries. Gene asked about her husband, and she inquired as to the well-being of the baby pygmy goat Gene and Melba were caring for.

      Of course there’s a baby pygmy goat. Finn suppressed a grin. Maximilian, however, was less charmed. He cleared his throat, prompting Viv to get on with the matter at hand.

      She took the hint. “Actually, Gene, I have a rather odd question for you. Do you happen to have any single young women staying at the boarding house who might be interested in a date with a handsome cowboy named Finn Crawford? I’m trying to help out a friend who’s new in town.”

      “Funny you should mention single young women,” Old Gene said. “We’ve had a darling young lady staying with us for a couple weeks now. A bit on the shy side, but sweet as pie.”

      Viv’s eyes lit up. “Really? What’s her name?”

      “Avery.”

      Finn narrowed his gaze at Viv’s phone.

       Avery?

      The only Avery he knew would never fit into a place like Rust Creek Falls. She couldn’t possibly be talking about…

      “Avery who?” Maximilian growled. “Please tell me you’re not talking about the daughter of that rat bas—”

      “Dad.” Finn shook his head. “Chill out.”

      As usual, Maximilian had a harsh word at the ready for anyone related to his old nemesis, Oscar Ellington.

      Finn was certain he didn’t need to worry. It just wasn’t possible. Oscar Ellington’s daughter lived over a thousand miles away, in Texas. Plus, with her pencil skirts, red-soled stilettos and designer handbags, she wasn’t exactly what Finn would describe as sweet. Considering they’d only shared one night together, she wasn’t exactly his, either.

      Still, what a night it had been.

      “Gene! Stop talking right this minute!” Melba’s voice boomed in the background again.

      Viv frowned down at her phone. “Is everything okay over there?”

      “Fine and dandy,” Gene said.

      Melba issued a simultaneous “No, it is not. Gene seems to have forgotten we shouldn’t be giving out guests’ private information.”

      “But she seems a little lonely,” Old Gene countered while Melba continued to balk.

      Again, Finn’s memory snagged on a sweet, sultry night on an Oklahoma business trip and the most electric kiss he’d ever experienced. The power had gone down, bathing the city in darkness. But when his lips touched Avery Ellington’s, they’d created enough sparks to light up the sky.

      How long had it been?

      Months.

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