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1

JED

I didn’t fuck on command.

I hated being told what to do, even by my boss at the FBI. Go undercover, she’d ordered, in the small corner of Montana where you grew up because no one else could blend in as a cowboy. I sure as hell didn’t blend in as a suit and tie G-Man. But that meant I had to settle into my old community not as the star football quarterback they all remembered but in the false persona of a disgraced FBI agent returning to the homestead.

If that wasn’t enough, being ordered around by the men I was trying to bring down was a pain in my fucking ass. I gritted my teeth and did what they wanted although quitting and being a real disgraced FBI agent was looking better and better.

Because I’d never expected to be told what to do with my dick.

If I was twenty again, I’d have been thrilled with the assignment. Easy pussy.

Now? I was questioning my entire career because it led me to this.

To a wake at Billionaire Ranch. No one around here called it anything but that because the nickname explained it all.

I parked in the field along with everyone else who’d come during calling hours, then hoofed it to the big house. House? Nah. It was a fucking mansion. Log walls and huge windows. River rock and slate roof. No doubt the driveway I walked up was heated to keep off the heavy snow.

The massive front doors were open with people spilling out onto the wide porch and front lawn. They were either dressed in black or in crisp jeans and shirts, the closest thing to mourning-wear for Montanans.

I tipped my hat to a woman who offered me a small smile, as if she was offering me comfort at this difficult time.

She didn’t know I wasn’t here to offer my condolences, but to fuck some answers out of the newly crowned queen of the Wainright family.

North. Fucking. Wainright.

It’d been over ten years since I’d laid eyes on her. At seventeen, she’d been my baby brother’s girlfriend. And jailbait. I’d been the twenty-seven-year-old who’d come home to visit for the Fourth of July weekend and saw her at a family picnic.