Twins For The Rebel Cowboy. Sasha Summers

emotions run amuck? Best use that pent-up energy to do something. So all morning, she’d been doing. Specifically, cleaning. The tiny bathroom had been scrubbed, sterilized and organized. Her bright yellow kitchen smelled fresh, but she wouldn’t be done until each and every cabinet and shelf were orderly.

      “Does this have anything to do with my wayward brother-in-law’s late-night visit?” Josie asked.

      Annabeth dropped the can of peaches she’d been holding. “What... How...”

      “Lola heard him—er, his bike.”

      Ryder and that damn bike. “Dammit—”