Matt: Texas Rascals Book 2
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Not exactly her idea of heaven, but if the truth be told, it had been the most exciting time of her life, despite the fact she’d come out of the escapade with a bullet in her arm and a healthy dislike for the cocky Mr. Nickerson and his questionable police tactics.
“This is an unusual case,” Lieutenant Charboneau continued. “Involving the Racing Commission.”
“Ah,” Nick said, interest flickering in his dark eyes. “Politics.”
Michele dropped her gaze, hoping Nick hadn’t noticed her scrutiny. Much as she wanted to deny it, the man fascinated her. Something about the way he moved, so self- confident and assured, demanded her attention. Maybe that was why he irritated her. She did not wish to be intrigued by a modern-day Wyatt Earp.
“Yeah,” Charboneau said grimly. “This is coming down from the governor’s office. You were handpicked for the assignment, Nickerson.” The lieutenant paused.
“Go on,” Nick prompted.
Charboneau’s eyes met Michele’s. “That’s where you come in, Mallory. We need someone who knows horses. Nick knows criminals, but you, Michele, you know horseflesh.”
True enough, Michele agreed. As the only child of a judge with a yen for horses and a blue-blooded mother who was a retired jockey turned riding teacher, she had been able to ride before she could walk. To escape the turmoil of family strife, she’d often fled on horseback, flying free and unfettered across the dry, west Texas prairie.
“I need you two to go undercover,” Ray Charboneau said. “Together.”
Nick leaned forward and rubbed his hands along his blue-jean-clad legs. “Tell me more, Chief, you’re singing my song.”
Michele peeked at Nick. A shelf of ebony hair spilled down the collar of his leather jacket. The thin, straight scar riding his jawbone gleamed silver in the fluorescent lighting.
She knew he coveted a position with the Texas Rangers. Since the Harbarger bust, Nick had been promoted to sergeant, and he was constantly on the lookout for special assignments. This one had been dropped neatly into his lap by the governor himself. Too bad she didn’t share Nick’s enthusiasm for covert operations. Michele preferred uniform duty, hated the deception inherent in undercover work. She was a lousy liar and an even worse sneak, two areas where Nickerson excelled.
Ray Charboneau toyed with a rubber band. “The Racing Commission believes there is a new synthetic drug, undetectable by blood or urine analysis, that they suspect is being administered to race horses.”
“What?” Michele got to her feet, boots smacking against the linoleum. Scientific technology had honed drug testing to a degree so precise they could detect chemicals in even the most minute doses. She knew that if a trainer using cocaine simply touched his horse’s muzzle, the animal would test positive for the drug. Michele had assumed the sophisticated advances in detection would make racehorse doping obsolete. Obviously, she had underestimated the ingenuity of the criminal mind.
“There have been a few incidents in recent weeks concerning horses boarded at the Triple Fork Stables outside of Rascal, Texas.” Charboneau paused. “Some of the horses were expected to finish dead last in their respective races and instead came out of nowhere to topple the favorites. As you may know, the governor owns a championship-caliber Thoroughbred who’s been coming up short against these turbocharged winners. He isn’t pleased.”
“And despite repeated testing these horses keep coming up clean,” Nick mused. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and steepled his fingertips.
“Exactly.”
“Where do we come in?” Michele asked.
“I’ve arranged jobs for you at the Triple Fork.” Lieutenant Charboneau leaned back in his chair and folded his hands over his ample belly. “Everyone is under suspicion. Trainers, vets, stable hands, jockeys. Anyone who comes in contact with the horses.”
“Any common threads?” Nick’s expression darkened. Michele could almost hear his mental cogs whirling.
Charboneau shook his head. “No. All seventeen of the suspect horses had different owners and different jockeys. The only common denominator is the Triple Fork. That’s why I’ve set you up there.”
Nick nodded.
“You’ve got to be very careful,” the Lieutenant continued. “We don’t know how widespread this doping is. Might be local. Might include organized crime. Might even be a political backlash against the governor and the Racing Commission. Right now, we don’t have much information.”
“Any other states experiencing similar problems?” Nick asked.
“None that we know of.”
“You believe the drug is being manufactured in Texas?”
“We suspect that, yes.” Charboneau nodded.
“So what’s the plan?”
“We have another team watching Mario Martuchi, the local mobster we believe is connected to the racing business. But basically you and Mallory will be on your own. You’ll be living at the ranch, and we’ll set up a meeting place in El Paso for weekly reports.”
“I still don’t see why you need me,” Michele interrupted.
She had to admit this case captured her curiosity. She would love being around horses. But the thought of working with Nickerson again made her want to break out in hives.
“I need a team, Mallory.”
“What about Lee Terrance? He used to be a horse trainer. Why can’t he go undercover with Captain Courageous here?” She jerked her head in Nickerson’s direction.
“Ah, well,” Charboneau hedged. “It’s a little complicated.”
“How complicated?”
“For one thing Terrance is knee-deep in another case.”
“And?” Michele stared at her boss. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled a warning. There was something awfully fishy about this setup. She didn’t like it. Not one bit.
Charboneau shifted in his seat and let out his breath in a long, slow sigh. “The Triple Fork was looking for a husband-and-wife team to serve as ranch manager and cook, and the opportunity was too good to pass up.” Ducking his head, he dropped his gaze, suddenly fascinated by the rubber band in his hands.
Michele blinked. Surely, she hadn’t heard Charboneau correctly. Forcing a smile, she cleared her throat. “Excuse me, Chief, but I must have misunderstood. I thought I just heard you say you hired Nickerson and me out as a husband-and-wife team.”
Charboneau winced. “Hmm. Well, I did.”
Michele bit down on her tongue and counted to ten. “I don’t believe this. You made these arrangements without telling me?”
“I’m telling you now, Mallory.”
“No way. I’m not doing it. I definitely will not pretend to be married to this...this...person.” Michele waved a hand at Nick. The mere idea of it sent heat waves skipping down her nerve endings. Pretend to be Nick Nickerson’s wife? Not bloody likely!
Nick unfurled his lean, hard body from the corner of Charboneau’s desk, drew himself up to his full six foot two inches and squared off with Michele toe-to-toe.
He stared down at her with the intensity of a hawk on the hunt. A shiver ran through her, as cold and unexpected as if someone had dumped ice cubes down her collar.
Nickerson’s eyes glittered. Michele gulped.
She had convinced herself the feelings of passion he’d stirred in her during the three weeks they’d spent on stakeout were nothing but a weird aberration. Yet if that were true, why was she suddenly longing to have his firm lips pressed hard against her own? Why did she ache to feel his fingers slide deliciously through her hair?
“I won’t do it.”
“Why’s that? Don’t think you can handle the pressure of being my wife?”
“I don’t think a diamondback rattlesnake could handle being your wife.” Michele tossed her head along with the retort.
A sardonic expression crossed Nickerson’s face. “I see you haven’t lost that sharp-edged tongue of yours.”
“And it’s clear you’re as arrogant as ever.”
“We don’
t have to like each other to work together.” Nick arched an eyebrow. “I’m a professional. It wouldn’t bother me one whit to pretend to play house with you, Michele Mallory.”
“I’m as professional as you are, Nickerson. More so. I follow correct police procedure. I don’t recklessly endanger fellow troopers.”
“That’s low, Mallory, even for you.” His chin was set firm and hard, his face just inches from hers.
“Oh, yeah?” Michele thrust out her chest, drew herself up to her full five foot nine inches and kept her gaze locked to his. She refused to look away, to let him win.
“Yeah.”
Restrained anger flashed in Nick’s black eyes, and Michele’s heart lurched wildly. Strangely enough she found his controlled hostility exciting.
Charboneau pushed up from his chair. He went around the desk to step between them, circumventing their confrontation. “Are you kids finished taunting each other? We’ve got a job to do.”
“Mallory instigated the whole thing.”
“What? You’re trying to pin this argument on me?” Michele’s face flushed hotly. She jammed her hands on her hips and glared at Nick.
“Hey, you’re the one refusing to work with me, not the other way around, Goldilocks.”
Michele gritted her teeth. “You’re a fine one for assigning blame. Who left me at that truck stop by myself?”
“You weren’t supposed to go after Harbarger alone,” he replied quietly.
His grimace told Michele that her comment had struck to the bone. Immediately contrite, she bit down on her tongue. It hadn’t been Nick’s fault that a fugitive’s bullet had torn a chunk from her arm. He’d told her not to leave the squad car, and to call for backup if trouble arose. But determined to prove she was tough enough to handle things on her own, Michele had stubbornly defied him.
She wanted to take back those words, but it was too late. She could apologize, of course, but then Nickerson might think her weak. Lifting her chin, she tossed her head.
“You two are exactly alike,” Charboneau observed. “Hardheaded as hell and more conceited than Satan himself.”
“We are not!” they said in unison.
Charboneau shook his head. “There you go, proving my point. Both of you always have to be in control. No wonder neither of you is married. Who could put up with you?”
Michele slanted Nickerson a sidelong glance. Perhaps there was a grain of truth to the lieutenant’s words. She liked having things her way and so did Nick.
“Sit back down, both of you,” Charboneau demanded. “And let’s go over the details one by one.”
Like two wary jungle cats, they circled each other before settling down in their respective chairs. Michele’s pulse dashed at a sprinter’s pace. Taking a deep breath she folded her hands in her lap.
Nick Nickerson was the most opinionated, overbearing, egotistical jerk she’d ever had the misfortune to meet, and now she was going to be stuck posing as his new bride!
About Lori Wilde
Lori Wilde is the New York Times, USA Today and Publishers’ Weekly bestselling author of 85 works of romantic fiction. She’s a three time Romance Writers’ of America RITA finalist and has four times been nominated for Romantic Times Readers’ Choice Award. She has won numerous other awards as well.
Her books have been translated into 26 languages, with more than four million copies of her books sold worldwide.
Her breakout novel, The First Love Cookie Club, has been optioned for a TV movie.
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In the Texas Rascals Series
Book 1 Keegan
Book 3 Nick
Book 4 Kurt
Book 5 Kael
Book 6 Brodie
Book 7 Truman
Book 8 Tucker
Book 9 Dan
Praise for Lori Wilde
“Wilde presents compelling evidence that love can make a person see stars and hear wedding bells with a single kiss.”
—Kirkus
*****Starred review ***** Readers will cheer for the wounded warrior who may just have found a place to call home.--Publisher's Weekly.
“Wilde’s writing is smooth and the story flows so well that it proves why she is one of the best in her genre. This book is a fabulous addition to her already stellar library!”
—RT Magazine
*****Starred review*****
In the latest stellar addition to her Twilight, Texas, series, Wilde explores the subject of PTSD with great empathy and insight. Put this together with the author’s usual superbly nuanced characters, layers of emotion, and exquisite sexual tension, and you have a heart-wrenching and heartwarming tale that beautifully encapsulates all the love, hope, faith, and forgiveness of the holiday season.---Booklist
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter—Epilogue
Chapter—Excerpt from Nick
About Lori Wilde
Also by Lori Wilde