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the old man had shut them down without explaining his reasons. Carson had put it out of his mind.
    Then a few years ago he’d crossed paths with Harland West, proudly proclaiming himself Eli West’s oldest son. The loud mouth started talking shit about the “mighty McKays” in the feed store in Moorcroft. Most of what the man shouted at him made zero sense—he’d blathered on about lies, bribes, blood money and theft—but Carson wasn’t about to let it slide. They’d ended up in a knock-down, drag-out fight that left both of them bleeding and pissed off.
    A year or so later, he’d run afoul of Darren West at Brass Tacks, a bar in the Wests’ neck of the woods. Words were exchanged, fists went flying and they were both arrested for drunk and disorderly.
    That hadn’t gone over well with Jed McKay.
    After the ass chewing on a whole new level, Carson became suspicious of why his father refused to talk about the past issues between the McKays and the Wests. He didn’t give a damn if his grandfather—who he’d never met—had wronged the West patriarch or vice versa. He suspected even his father wasn’t sure what’d gone down years ago, which made no sense as to why the man held a grudge.
    But those West assholes held a grudge too.
    Pissed him off that they used their family’s history of bad blood as an excuse to come after the McKays now. That changed Carson’s I-don’t-give-a-damn attitude. He’d jumped into the fray with both boots. So the mention of a younger West sister hadn’t come up when Carson had been trying to beat the fuck out of Harland and Darren West.
    Carolyn’s brothers.
    Fuck.
    The fact Carson wanted Carolyn West with every breath in his body wouldn’t go over well with his father either.
    And he didn’t give a damn.
    Carolyn said, “I have to go.”
    His gaze flipped to her. “Don’t leave. Let’s talk about it.”
    “There’s nothing to say—”
    “You really runnin’ away from me because my last name is McKay?”
    “Why else would I…” That strong chin went up a notch and she crossed her arms over a pair of impressive breasts. “I’m not running away from you, Carson McKay.”
    “Prove it.”
    “How? By coming over there and kissing you?”
    Carson grinned. “Not what I was gonna suggest, but sugar, I’ll take more of them sweet and hot kisses anytime you wanna give them to me.”
    “What was your suggestion?”
    “Meet me here tomorrow night.”
    “I can’t.”
    “See? Runnin’ from me.”
    “No, I have family obligations.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “On a Friday night?”
    “Not everyone can go out and tear it up every night of the week like wild-living cowboys—excuse me— ranchers ,” she retorted.
    Carson started toward her. “Whatcha gonna be doin’ tomorrow night? Got a date?”
    “None of your business.”
    The thought of some other guy picking her up, touching her, talking to her, tasting her sweet lips made him growl, “Tell me.”
    “Stop pestering me about this.”
    “Not a chance.” By the time he reached her, she’d started studying her shoes. He tipped her chin up. “Talk to me. No bullshit.”
    “I’m afraid you’ll laugh.”
    “Never.”
    “My dad gets paid on Fridays. He gives me money and I buy groceries for the week. So my Friday night is spent at the grocery store. Exciting, huh?”
    “Your dad really is tryin’ to turn you into a nun, isn’t he?”
    “Because I’m not out at the bars on a Friday night?”
    “Because he’s got you believin’ that a beautiful, single woman shouldn’t mind grocery shopping alone on a Friday night.”
    Carolyn closed her eyes. “You don’t understand.”
    “I think I do. You’re expected to take care of your family when you’re home. No shame in steppin’ up to your responsibilities and takin’ pride in what you do. But the fact you’re here tonight shows me you’ve carved out at least a little free time.” He stroked her cheek. “And I want you to spend that free time