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Mr. Finn’s engagement party?”
    Recognition hit Trisha with that statement. She drew back and cleared her throat. “Mrs. Laramie, right?”
    “Yes, I’m the manager around here. I run the guest ranch and cabins. Mr. Finn called with the good news and asked us to prepare Mr. Brett’s cabin so you two had something special when you arrived.” She winked, then motioned toward a smiling gentleman wearing a white chef’s uniform. “And Bugsby here set up something special inside for you as well.”
    “Oh, that’s not necessary, Bugsby,” the captain said, shaking his head, vein in his jaw pulsing like a balloon ready to burst.
    Trisha recognized the tight undercurrent in his tone. He was far from happy. She glanced at the two smiling workers. Either they didn’t hear it or they were ignoring the undertone.
    “Nonsense. It’s not every day a man gets engaged and to such a beauty, too.” Bugsby thrust his hand toward the captain. “Congratulations, Brett.” Then the gray-haired man turned to her and kissed her cheek. “You have a good man, Ms. Jennings.”
    “I know, and please, call me Trisha,” she said, still in shock.
    Holy smokes . The captain’s brother sure didn’t waste time. According to his mother, Finn and Cammie were spending a few days in Amarillo. He must’ve called the ranch and talked to Mrs. Laramie after he’d left the honky tonk.
    Trisha bit back a smile. Sibling rivalry. She knew it all too well. If the captain’s twin was anywhere near as clever as her brothers, she feared they were in for a few more surprises.
    “Mr. Finn also asked me to email him some pictures of your arrival, so come on.” The manager smiled, pulling a camera out of her pocket. “Get close, and don’t worry about offending us. You can kiss. This is the start of your life together, so let’s capture some great memories.”
    Pictures?
    Kiss?
    Trisha’s heart dropped to her knees. She couldn’t kiss him. He was too sexy. Too hot.
    He was her captain.
    Okay. Technically, not anymore. And right now, he didn’t resemble her C.O. all that much. Not in a pair of jeans, sitting low on his lean hips, gray shirt stretched across his ridged upper quadrant, and yeah, let’s not forget the cowboy boots and that sexy, darn Stetson.
    This man was a trumped up, mouth-watering cowboy version of her captain.
    Yeehaw.
    With the woman looking on, Trisha realized she was expected to make a move.
    A move. Really?
    Hysterical laughter bubbled up her dried throat. They wanted her to put the moves on Captain Brennan. Kind of impossible since her legs felt like rubber. Nope. She wasn’t budging. Seemed her feet were out of order. Glued to the driveway. Stuck. Which was too bad, since she’d always secretly wondered what the captain would taste like…
    Ever the problem solver, he turned toward her, sexy, lop-sided grin spreading across his face, erasing the dark scowl and tripping her pulse.
    This wasn’t good. This was wrong. It would be like kissing her brother.
    Not really.
    But she had to at least try to resist in her mind if she wanted to keep her cool.
    “Well, if Finn wants pictures, we’ll give him pictures,” Captain Brennan said, shocking her silent as he stepped closer, grin widening to consume ever bit of those tempting lips.
    Oh boy.
    When he grinned like that, he garnered absolutely no sisterly reaction. None whatsoever. Just that darn, damp tingling.
    She was in trouble. They needed to be rational, and abstain. It wasn’t good if they both threw caution to the wind.
    What happened to the angry man she was just stuck in the car with for nearly three hours?
    The non -angry man reached out and pulled her close, fitting her against him as if it was common practice. Her whole body heated at once, sending rational thought straight to the dirt drive. Being in his arms shouldn’t feel as good as it did. And it did feel good. Too good. Engulfed, consumed, safe…turned on.
    As the captain lowered his mouth, he tightened