Taming the Last Acosta. Susan Stephens

great—enjoy it while you can,’ Romy called out, trying to convince herself that this was a good thing, that she was in fact Saint Romy and thoroughly thrilled for Jane, and didn’t mind at all that the man she’d had sex with hadn’t even bothered to see her back to the bunkhouse safely.

      He stayed on post until the lights went out in the bunkhouse and he was satisfied Romy was safely tucked up in bed. Pulling away from the fencepost, it occurred to him that against the odds his caring instinct seemed to have survived. But before he could read too much into that he factored his security business into the mix. Plus he had a sister. Before Lucia had got together with Luke he had always hoped someone would keep an eye on her when he wasn’t around. Why should he be any different where a girl like Romy was concerned?