Montana Royalty. B.J. Daniels

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      She slid one bra strap from her shoulder, then the other. He could hear her humming now, but didn’t recognize the tune. She was totally distracted. He felt himself grow hard as stone as she unhooked the bra and her breasts were suddenly freed.

      A moan escaped his throat. A low keening sound filled with lust and longing. He wanted her, had wanted her for years, would do anything to have her…

      Instinctively, he took a step toward the back of the ranch house. Rory was alone. Her house miles from any others. Her door wouldn’t be locked. No one locked their doors in this part of Montana.

      The sound of a vehicle engine froze him to the spot. He dropped to the ground behind the shrubs at the corner of the house as headlights bobbed through the pines. The vehicle came into view, slowed and turned around in the yard. Someone lost?

      He couldn’t be caught here. He hesitated only a moment before he broke for the pines behind the house and ran through the woods to where he’d hidden his car.

      As he slid behind the wheel, his adrenaline waned. He’d never done more than looked. Never even contemplated more than that.

      But the others hadn’t been Rory Buchanan.

      If that pickup hadn’t come down the road when it did…

      The sick odor of fear and excitement filled the car. He rolled down his window, feeling weak and powerless and angry. Tonight, he could have had her—and on his terms. But at what cost, he thought as he reached for the key he’d left in the ignition of the patrol car, anxious to get back to Whitehorse.

      He froze. The wire cutters. He didn’t feel their weight in his jacket pocket. His hand flew to the opening only to find the pocket empty.

       Chapter Two

      Rory Buchanan hunkered down in the dark beside the stables as six royal guards trooped past, all toting semiautomatic rifles.

      To say she was in deep doo was an understatement. Not only was it now completely dark, but a storm had blown in. She felt the chill on the wind only moments before the first stinging drops of rain began to fall.

      Shivering, she checked her watch. Earlier, she’d left her ranch with only a lightweight jacket, planning to return long before dark. The sky had been clear and blue, not a cloud in sight. But this was Montana, where it could snow—and did—in any month of the year.

      According to her calculations the next set of guards wouldn’t come past for another three minutes. Fortunately, most of the grooms and trainers had left the stables, but she could still hear someone inside with the horses.

      Rory waited until the guards disappeared into the dark before she made a run for the woods.

      She’d never done anything like this in her life and hated to think what her parents would have said had they still been alive. But Rory doubted her new neighbors would be trying to take her ranch if her father were around.

      A duke and duchess or prince and princess—she didn’t know or care which and wouldn’t know a duke from a drug lord and doubted anyone else in Montana would either—had bought up all the ranches around hers.

      An emissary for the royals had been trying to buy her ranch, putting pressure on her to sell. Clearly they were rich and powerful and had built a palace with all its trapping just miles from her ranch.

      Rory had turned down the first few offers, saying her ranch wasn’t for sale at any price. But the offers had kept coming, and just that morning she’d seen tracks again where someone had been snooping around her place.

      The footprints in the dust definitely weren’t hers, and since she hadn’t had any male visitors for so long she couldn’t remember…

      She didn’t even want to think about that.

      Her mare was where she’d left her, hidden in the ponderosas. Retrieving her horse, Rory swung up into the saddle thinking maybe she would try to outrun the worst of the storm.

      But she hadn’t gone fifty yards when the sky above the pines splintered in a blinding flash of lightning followed in a heartbeat by a boom of thunder. From over by the stables, she thought for a moment she saw a dark figure standing in the shadows watching her.

      Her horse shied and she had to rein in the mare to keep her seat and the mare from taking off for home. When Rory looked toward the stables again, the figure was gone. Had the person gone back inside to call the guards?

      With a shudder of both cold and fear, she pulled down her cowboy hat to the storm and took off at a gallop, praying she hadn’t been seen—and could get away.

      Rain ran off the brim of her hat as she spurred her horse, racing toward her ranch. She regretted that she hadn’t even had the sense to grab a slicker earlier. It had been one of those beautiful fall Montana days, the stands of aspens glowing red-gold in the sunlight and the air smelling of the fallen leaves, while over the tops of the ponderosa pines, clouds floated in a sea of blue.

      Lightning lit the western horizon ahead of her. She tightened the reins as thunder exploded so close it made the hair on her neck stand up. Glancing back, she could see the lights of Stanwood, a blur in the pouring rain, disappear. If she was being followed, she couldn’t tell.

      Suddenly being caught by armed foreign soldiers didn’t seem as dangerous as trying to get to the ranch in this storm.

      Better Safe Than Sorry had never been Rory Buchanan’s motto. But in this case, trying to get home in the storm and darkness was crazier than even she was normally. Especially when there was an old line shack just up the mountain in a grove of aspens.

      The fact that the line shack was on royal property gave her a little pause. But she valued her neck and her horse’s more than she feared her neighbors at the moment. Not only was the line shack much closer than her ranch house, but also there was an old lean-to that would provide some shelter for her horse and get her out of the weather, as well.

      She doubted the royal owners even knew the shack was there given the enormous amount of property they’d bought up around her. Just the thought forced a curse from her as she rode through the drowning rain and darkness to the shack.

      Rory’s head was still swimming with the excessiveness she’d seen only miles from her century-old ranch house. The new owners had built a palace that would rival Montana’s capital. Behind it was a private airstrip, stables with an arena and a colony of small cottages and a dormitory that could house a small army—and apparently did given the number of armed soldiers she’d seen on the grounds.

      Of course what had caught her eye were the horses. She’d watched a dozen grooms at least exercising the most beautiful horses she’d ever seen. She hated to think what even one of those horses might cost.

      All that wealth and all these armed soldiers had her even more worried that her royal neighbors wouldn’t stop until they forced her off her ranch. That and the fact that someone had definitely been snooping around her place.

      She’d always felt safe on the ranch.

      Until recently.

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