Wyatt (The Montana Marshalls, #4)

by Susan May Warren

And ding, ding, ding, that rang a bell because that name matched up with the name RJ used when she’d relayed her horrific get-out-of-Russia-before-you’re-killed-by-a-hit-man story.

His blue eyes held a rare twinkle. “Oh goody. Another Marshall brother.” He caught her hand. “Let’s see. Ford beat me up. Wyatt nearly got me killed. Maybe Tate can get me arrested.”