Catching a Callahan wasn’t easy, and tonight, she intended to catch this one in a snare that might interest him. She had a deck of cards and a bottle of something Ashlyn said the Callahan guys liked to sip on in their upstairs library meetings at Rancho Diablo—and a comfy bed. Oh, she had absolutely no plans to seduce this cowboy—that would be dirty pool—but it wouldn’t hurt a bit if they spent a little time together away from the Callahan clan of prying eyeballs and matchmaking roulette. Just to see what would happen...
“Put your duffel there,” she said, pointing to a spot under the window in the tiny room.
“Whoa,” Tighe said, observing the twin bed in Miss Sherby’s B and B. “Do you think maybe Ms. Anne’s got a futon or a sleeping bag we could discreetly inquire about?”
River smiled. “We’ll manage.”
“I’ve seen baby cribs bigger than that bed.”
“Dante says you guys have shared a truck many times. This bed is about the size of a cab, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but he’s my twin.”
She smiled and pulled out the deck of cards and the whiskey bottle. “I don’t drink, but Ash says this is your favorite.”
“Wait a minute, little lady,” Tighe said. “What’s going on here? I’ve known you for about two years, and we’ve rarely been in the same room, much less a bed. And you brought my drink of choice. Are you setting me up?”
Of course she was setting him up. She wasn’t certain it was the best idea, but she’d been asked to play this role by the Callahans. So here I am.
“You mean am I seducing you?” River considered him. “Do you want me to?”
His handsome face was puzzled, maybe even perplexed. He was such a gentleman—all the Callahans were—and all that chivalry kept him from wanting to make a mistake of the sexual variety.
“Don’t worry,” River said. “If you’re that concerned about it, I’ll flip you for the bed. Or beat you at twenty-one for it.”
He grinned. “You can’t beat me, lady. I was born playing cards, pool and hooky.”
She poured him a drink. “You’re going to need a shot of this for courage.”
“For Firefreak? I don’t need anything to give me courage for that oversize piece of shoe leather.” Still, he gulped down the whiskey.
“It’s getting late,” River said.
“True. I’ll let you have the bed, gorgeous, and I’ll take the floor. Use my duffel as my pillow.”
“All right. I’m going to change.” She slipped into the bathroom, took off her dress, put on a pair of sleep shorts and a T-shirt. Very modest, but still feminine. Why had she allowed the Callahans to talk her into this caper? Sawyer claimed that the only way to a man’s heart was making him see you, really notice you. So that you were unforgettable to him.
River was pretty certain she’d been forgettable to Tighe for the two years she’d been guarding Sloan and Kendall’s twins. Taking a deep breath, she thought about those dark navy eyes, the longish, almost black hair that begged her to run her fingers through it, the hard, strong muscles...and then she opened the door to do her job.
“Hey,” Jace said, and River nearly shrieked.
“He found me,” Tighe said. “He’s like a homing pigeon. An ugly one, but just the same, a pigeon.”
“Hi, Jace,” she said, not surprised at all to see him. The plan was proceeding as outlined, even if she didn’t feel all that good about the plot on Tighe.
“He’s got no place to stay, either. Mind if he bunks with us?” Tighe asked.
“I promise not to snore.” Jace poured himself a drink. “Ms. Sherby sure knows how to stock the stuff a guy likes.”
“Fine by me.” River wished Jace hadn’t shown up so soon. Secretly she’d been hoping for just a couple moments alone with her dream cowboy. She sat on the bed, waited for Jace’s signal.
“You’re the luckiest woman in town, spending the night with two Callahans,” he said as he dumped his duffel on the floor, not sounding anything like a man who was out to derail his brother.
“Good times, good times,” River said, but her insincerity was lost on the two men as they shuffled the deck, splayed the cards on the small table and began a spirited game.
“You’re just determined to ride that piece of ugly spotted steak tomorrow, aren’t you?” Jace asked.
“You better believe it. I’m going to ride him like a little girl’s pony.”
River rolled her eyes. “Sexist, much?”
“Not at all. But we give gentle rides to the ladies,” Jace said. “You wouldn’t want to give a woman a mount that might harm her in any way.”
River rolled her eyes at the typical Callahan nonsense she’d heard many times. “Jace, why aren’t you riding tomorrow?”
“Thought about it. Decided I’m too good-looking to risk injuring myself on a bull.” He laughed. “My brother here is on his own personal mission to separate his brain from his skull.”
“Why?” River looked at Tighe, and he glanced at her, his gaze catching on her lips, it seemed, and then lower. It was the first time she could ever remember him looking at her for more than a second. She decided to see if she could get his attention off his cards, let him slowly figure out what he was missing out on. “What do you have to prove?”
“Nothing.” Tighe tossed his cards onto the table, grinned at Jace. “You lose. Deal.”
Clearly, he wasn’t going to take the bait. Jace poured his brother another shot. Tighe slurped it down, sighing with happiness. “This is fun. I’m finally starting to relax.” He glanced at her, his gaze hitting about chest level. “Anybody else think it’s hot in here?”
Jace glanced at River, surreptitiously winked. She shrugged, then got up and raised the window, which would only serve to heat the room a little more. “Maybe the breeze will help.”
Tighe seemed to find her legs quite interesting as she sat cross-legged on the bed.
“I win,” Jace said. “What do you know? I finally beat you.” He scooped the cards up, but Tighe didn’t take his gaze away from River.
“Let’s see what’s in this goody basket.” She rose, checked out the treats Ms. Sherby put in every room.
“I’m getting tired,” Tighe said. “Think I’ll call it a night. My ride’s at ten, and I want to be ready to rock.” He got down on the floor, shoved his duffel under his head. “This is great. Thanks, River, for letting us stay.”
“Have another toddy,” Jace said. “It’ll help you sleep.” He handed his brother another shot, which Tighe quickly downed.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you kids were trying to get me tipsy. Won’t work, you know. I’ve got a hollow leg.”
“Excuse me,” River said, “did you say you have a hollow head?”
“Ha. You sound like one of my brothers now. Actually, like my sister, Ash.”
Tighe didn’t say anything else, and a moment later, sonorous snoring rose from the floor.
“That’s it,” Jace said, “he’s out like a light. Never could hold his liquor.”
“Now what?” River stared at the example of her perfidy sleeping like a baby at the foot of her bed. “Seems so mean to try to keep him from riding. He says it’s his holy grail. Aren’t Callahans fairly wedded to their holy grails? Seems like bad juju to