Rustler's Heart (A Kinnison Legacy Novel) Read Online Free PDF

father fed on that.” Liberty met Aimee’s kind gaze. “I think she thought leaving the boys here was the best choice she had.”
    Aimee nodded as though she understood. “Wyatt told me that Jed built this ranch in hope of having a big family one day. Everyone who knew him felt him to be a generous man. Big-hearted, he gave to the community in large and small ways. When he adopted the boys, I believe he felt he’d found his family. He raised them as his own, taught them about the ranch, instilled in them a responsibility and pride about it. It wasn’t until recently that Rein found his uncle’s journal outlining his dream to make the place a working ranch for people needing a place to heal. Now, together, the three of them are setting out to make it a reality.” Aimee tossed a fluffed pillow to her. Liberty caught the residual whiff of fresh linen and a musky male scent embedded in the fabric. For a brief moment, she held it against her chest, imagining Rein’s sexy face against it as he slept. She watched as Aimee flitted about the room, tucking Rein’s things in the closet. She stepped back, pleased with her progress.
    “There. I’ll just set out some fresh towels in the bathroom.”
    Liberty’s gaze started to follow her to the private bathroom, but instead she caught her reflection in large mirror hanging over the handmade dresser. She stared at her image. Clearly, not the typical sister they might‘ve expected. With her raven hair, blood red lipstick and tongue piercing, even Liberty thought she looked out of place. At least she’d given them something to talk about.
    She hauled her duffle bag onto the bench at the end of the bed and scanned the room, noting the stark difference from the sleek chrome and glass world she’d come from. Everything around her had the quality of handmade craftsmanship—from the rough-hewn, polished bedposts made from the trunks of small trees, to the exquisite carved detail of the dresser and nightstands. Each section shone with a rich amber lacquer that brought out the beauty of the wood. The room, the house, the décor, it all smacked of old family comfort and wealth—plenty of it—done country-style. She’d seen her share of rhinestone cowboys that head-lined the shows on the strip. But stage persona was far different than the real deal. Liberty ran her hand down the smooth bedpost and thought of the heart that had gone into its creation.
    “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Aimee returned from the hallway. “Rein made every stick of furniture in this room and a lot of it throughout the house. He’s an amazing carpenter.”
    “Wow,” the word slipped from her mouth without thinking. She eyed the room with renewed interest. She pointed to an overstuffed reading chair and ottoman placed in front of a set of French doors leading outside. Beside it sat a low table with a brass, tiffany reading lamp, perfect for a cup of coffee and a good book on a rainy day. She walked over and smoothed her hand over the soft navy and ecru ticking. “Did he build this as well?”
    “Yep.” Aimee nodded as she walked over and pushed the window open a crack. “The fresh air out here will help you sleep like a baby.”
    Liberty came around to the end of the bed and perched on the edge of the blanket bench. “Tonight, or should I say this morning? Either way, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
    “Well, I guess I’ll say good night, and we’ll see you in a few hours.” Aimee started to leave.
    “Aimee,” Liberty said, stopping her. “Thank you. I got the feeling that Rein and Wyatt aren’t exactly overjoyed with my being here. It kind of makes me wonder,” she chuckled, “why you’re being so nice to me?” Averting from Aimee’s curious gaze, she focused on the bench, running her fingers over the brass tacks holding the cushion in place. Every burnished upholstery tack appeared perfectly measured. The sign of a man who liked tradition—a no-nonsense kind of guy. Wyatt, she