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Why was she feeling such a strong attraction to Walker?
This wasn’t usually how it worked with her and men. Most of the time she thought of them as a nuisance, not an attraction.
“You okay?”
The truck had slowed down for traffic again and she took a quick glance over at him, then wished she hadn’t when she saw he was gazing at her with those gorgeous dark eyes. “Yes. Why would you think not?”
“You shivered just now.”
He had to have been watching her mighty close to have known that. “Just felt a little chill.”
“Then maybe I should turn up the heat.”
Turn up the heat?
She was feeling hot enough already!
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Breaking Bailey’s Rules is part of New York Times bestselling author Brenda Jackson’s Westmorelands series—A family bound by loyalty … and love!
Breaking
Bailey’s Rules
Brenda Jackson
BRENDA JACKSON is a New York Times bestselling author of more than one hundred romance titles. Brenda lives in Jacksonville, Florida, and divides her time between family, writing and traveling.
Email Brenda at [email protected] or visit her on her website at www.brendajackson.net.
To the man who will always and forever be the love of my life, Gerald Jackson, Sr.
Pleasant words are a honeycomb. Sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
—Proverbs 16:24
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Hugh Coker closed his folder and looked up at the five pairs of eyes staring at him.
“So there you have it. I met with this private investigator, Rico Claiborne, and he’s convinced that you are descendants of someone named Raphel Westmoreland. I read through his report and although his claims sound pretty far-fetched, I can’t discount the photographs I’ve seen. Bart, every one of your sons could be a twin to one of those Westmorelands. The resemblance is that strong. I have the photographs here for you to look at.”
“I don’t want to see any photographs, Hugh,” Bart Outlaw said gruffly, getting out of his chair. “Just because this family might look like us doesn’t mean they are related to us. We are Outlaws, not Westmorelands. And I’m not buying that story about a train wreck over sixty years ago where some dying woman gave her baby to my grandmother. That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”
He turned to his four sons. “Outlaw Freight Lines is a multimillion-dollar company and people will claim a connection to us just to get what we’ve worked so hard to achieve.”
Garth Outlaw leaned back in his chair. “Forgive me if I missed something, Dad, but didn’t Hugh say the Westmorelands are pretty darn wealthy in their own right? I think all of us have heard of Blue Ridge Land Management. They are a Fortune 500 company. I don’t know about the rest of you, but Thorn Westmoreland can claim me as a cousin anytime.”
Bart frowned. “So what if they run a successful company and one of them is a celebrity?” he said in a cutting tone. “We don’t have to go looking for any new relatives.”
