Fated To My Sister's Widowed Mate

when Darien’s cell phone rang. He wasn’t surprised to see Tom’s cell number and assumed Lelandi’s siste

om yelled into the pho

pt from his chair

. Hastings Bed—

heart hammered his ribs as he an

from the tavern must be on his heels. While he raced toward the hotel, his muscl

ht flashed across his mind t

he hollered to Jake, clarifyin

arien, w

rien berated himself that he’d put Tom’s life

he jerked it off his bel

been

e are

Tom quit

d Jake stopped dead. “Tom? Tom!” Silence. “Armed gunman somewhere near

gray suit—the usual attire for Silver Town’s bank

ts or regular

went

rsed and quickened his run toward Hastings. “Careful, m

the front of the B&B. Then he, Jake,

s Tom?” Jake aske

d out

whoever the

r blazed through Darien’s veins as he an

ed head, his eyes dazed. “Where’d she g

ne of them handed him a handkerchief. Crouching next to his brother, Darien lifted his h

bullet, but it hurts like hell.” To

came runnin

pocket. “No sign of the girl or the gunman.” He arched a

o, Darien looked a

ifted and he squinted his eyes

e twisted his gut. Issuing the next order took all his strength, when he wanted more t

ip quality. Applying pressure to the wound, he hoped Doc Oliver would hurry, because no matter how much he told himself othe

atience he shouted, “Wher