Her finger skimmed over the names of the ranches she’d already managed to locate. Moonlight Ranch wasn’t far away, along with Moonstruck Ranch. Another large ranch was called Lonesome Range Ranch.
She circled the area that she planned on scoping out next. Although she could’ve asked where Moonbeam Ranch was, she didn’t want to risk anyone alerting the Holms cousins or even Shannon that she was in town. She wanted to catch her sister alone, giving her a better chance of convincing her to come back to Boston.
Charlie blew out a frustrated breath. She’d waited as long as she could without drawing attention to herself, but now she was out of time and needed to get moving. If things kept going the way they had so far, it’d take a lot longer than she’d hoped to find her sister.
A loud noise jolted her out of her reverie to find a very large and very handsome man standing in front of the pickup, his hand flat on the hood. He stared at her, his lips curved in a smile that hinted at secrets only he knew. His blue eyes sucked the air from her and made it hard to think straight.
“Are you planning on sitting here all day?”
She felt the heat from her blush spread through her cheeks and was glad she had sunglasses on. At least he couldn’t see the embarrassment of getting caught in her eyes. She straightened up, grasped the steering wheel, and put on an expressionless mask.
Those glacial blue eyes dove into her, and she would’ve sworn that he could touch her very soul. Or, if the sudden heat between her legs was any indication, that he could touch her pussy. She clenched the muscles between her legs, refusing to let her libido take charge. Still, how long had it been since she’d had a man, especially a man who looked like him, between her legs, behind her ass, or anywhere else on her body?
He had to be at least six feet, if not another couple of inches taller. His blond hair was swept back from his rugged face to feather the broad expanse of his shoulders. He could have held the weight of the world on his shoulders and never had another thought about it. His square jaw reminded her of the heroes with strong jaws that always saved the day in the adventure movies she loved. The denim shirt he wore couldn’t hide the muscles in his tree-size arms while his chest stretched the limits of the buttons. The wide shoulders slid down to a lean waist that made her ache to pull the shirt out of his faded jeans and skim her hands over what had to be a human sculpture come to life.
Her pussy may have awakened her sexual awareness, but her whole body was in on the game now. She hummed with a yearning that was almost overwhelming. What would happen if she let herself go and actually touched him?
“Did you hear me?”
She blinked, suddenly aware that he required an answer from her.
“What did you say?”
He regarded her, the slight smile growing a bit wider. “I asked if you were planning on sitting here all day?”
She licked her lips then held her breath as she realized what she’d done. Hell, why not just ask him to hop in the back of the pickup and ride your ass?
“Uh, is there a problem?”
He appeared amused, as though he’d sensed what she’d been thinking. “Nope. No problem at all. Other than the fact that folks around here know when someone’s watching us.” He tilted his head to one side and narrowed his eyes. “Or should I say spying on us?”
Shit. So much for keeping a low profile.
He twisted his head to glance down the street, then nodded at a man taking long strides toward them. She squinted, not because of any direct light but because of the appearance of the other man.
No. It can’t be. This gorgeous hunk of a man has a twin? No way can there be two men this hot.
The replica of the sexy blond man standing in front of her pickup didn’t waste a moment getting over to them. He wore faded jeans, like the first man, with a simple white T-shirt that outlined the muscles in his chest and abdomen. His tanned arms made the shirt appear even whiter. Boots that had seen better days completed his modern-day cowboy look. But cowboy, as she was beginning to learn, was more a state of mind than just wearing boots. Both of these men were cowboys. It showed in their mannerisms, their sun-bronzed skin, and the easy way they fit into their surroundings.
The twin had the same striking blue eyes, the same flowing blond hair, and a body rivaling the other man’s. But even in the first few moments of sizing them up she could tell their personalities were miles apart. The silent one that had banged on the hood narrowed his eyes at her while the other one greeted her with a smile that would light up the darkest room. The friendly one stopped a few feet from the driver’s side, fisted his hands on his hips like Adonis looking down from Olympus, and broadened his electric grin.