Ranger (Reynolds Protective, #4)

by Rebecca Sharp

I wished I could sleep on a plane. The young girl in the seat next to me had dozed off before we even taxied back from the gate. Meanwhile, I’d worn my comfiest leggings and a soft, oversized sweater, but even the double dose of sleep deprivation and a gin and tonic couldn’t knock me out for the five-hour flight to Jackson Hole.

“Talk to her how?” I asked and sat in my chair. Gunner shrugged. “Like small talk.” “I’m incapable of small talk.”

Cheating on Sydney was the equivalent of dropping a lit match on the ground at a gas station. It was practically incomprehensible that someone could be so stupid.

Kissing her was nothing short of tasting fruit from the tree of knowledge, and I wanted to know everything.

Someone should call Shania and let her know that Ranger Reynolds was ready and waiting to impress her much.

favorite Sydney Ward sex scene of all time?” Now, I was really blushing. “Restaurant bathroom scene in Dangerous Liaisons, and I will fight anyone who disagrees with me,” Jerry claimed and reached for Trish’s hand.

The last time I looked over my shoulder, I saw Trish throw her entire mug of coffee onto one of the paparazzi, proclaiming it was an accident and she’d been aiming at her husband.

I’d never seen any of my brothers so silent… so shocked before. Then again, I’d never done anything shocking in my life.

“Which way were they headed?” Archer demanded. “Toward Jackson. I’m in pursuit⁠—” “Christ, Jerry. The man who took Sydney isn’t stable. He’s been stalking her—he’s the one who cut Ranger’s brakes. You shouldn’t⁠—” “Goddammit, man!” Jerry hollered. “We can all be heroes when we need to be.” And then he ended the call.