In one little town in Texas, even toeing the straight and narrow might lead you to a joyride . . .
April Roby believes in avoiding entanglements—and her beloved sisters have given her a master class in what heartbreak looks like. So, no matter who tries to fix her up, April is sticking to her thick manila folders and her frumpy beige skirts, and putting her time and energy toward helping the kids of Cuervo, Texas as a social worker. Her latest client, foul-mouthed fourteen-year-old Matthew McBride, would be enough on his own to keep two of her busy. And his big brother Brandon is a whole different type of problem.
Brandon is the kind of muscle-bound, motorcycle-riding bad boy that no well-meaning relative would ever try to shove in April’s path. He’s prickly, he’s rude, and he’s downright obstructive. But there’s something about him that makes her want to take the smirk off his face the fun way. Neither one of them is looking for a fairy-tale ending. But in Cuervo, Texas, they just might get one anyway . . .
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Chapter 1
“Got a minute?”
April’s boss, Joanna Westin, poked her head inside the office and gave April a tired smile. She was wearing her lettuce-green polyester maternity pants today, which meant the poor woman was probably taking on more water than the Titanic.
April leaped up from behind her desk and scrambled to relocate a mountain of case files so Joanna could sit. More files were stacked beside a gurgling aquarium that only had an underwater castle, a piece of plastic seaweed and two bug-eyed goldfish left. A handful of chunky-style Legos and a Barbie with its hair chopped off were scattered across a kids’ play table. On the wall above were crayon drawings “To Miss April,” showing cheerful yellow suns, stick figure families, and houses with chimneys that had curlicue smoke coming out of them.
“You could have just buzzed my office,” April told her. “I would have been happy to save you the walk.”
Joanna looked sapped by the Texas heat. In the eighth month of her fifth pregnancy (“Still trying for that girl.”), she usually had more energy than ten caseworkers. Unfortunately, Raymond County Child Protective Services was chronically overworked and understaffed.
April had a hunch that whatever Joanna held in her hand was about to put a big red bow on top of what had been a craptastic day. The folder was too thick and had too many papers sticking out at odd angles to be anything but trouble.
Joanna heaved herself into a chair and flipped her long brown braid over the back of it. “You know, my mama used to say the best birth control was holding an aspirin between your knees. With summer on the way, I wish I’d listened.”
“Then let me give you something that will perk you right up.” April pushed a small pile of baby clothes catalogs across her desk. “I’ve been saving these for you. They have pink outfits in them. Frilly ones. There’s even a onesie with a tutu.”
Joanna picked up a catalog and leafed through it. “Look at these dresses! Sooooo girly.”
“Fifth time’s the charm, right?” April backed her statement up with a smile she hoped was convincing. The odds-on office betting pool favorite was another boy. Not that April was going to tell Joanna that.
“I’m so sick of baseball uniforms and denim overalls,” Joanna complained, her eyes hungrily roaming the pages. “All I want are little dresses with bunnies on them. Or something like this.” She held up a photo of a baby in a bubble romper. “You can’t put a boy in anything like this without your husband freaking out. I know. I tried.”
April glanced at the file folder again. Maybe it was a case she could potentially put in the win column. She could use a win. After discovering her little Volkswagen Jetta had a flat tire this morning, she’d come to the office and found an email from one of her clients explaining why she was getting back together with her abusive ex-husband. Reading it had left April sick to her stomach.
Some days it seemed as though nothing she did made a difference. Why were some women so eager to sacrifice their safety, self-worth and even their careers for the wrong damn men?
Not me, she told herself firmly. Love had a not-so-funny way of messing up people’s lives. After nursing her oldest sister, Maggie, through a gut-wrenching divorce and then her
