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believed Eudora had quickly found a husband she could control, stolen the money with Jennet’s help, and headed West. With little training, and Eudora having burned many records, it took years for her brother to realize what she’d done. But with the aid of the Pinkertons, he’d finally tracked her to Tanner’s Ford.
    Since her husband had her released from jail there’d been many fights and loud accusations between them. Many ears had listened and they’d discovered enough to haul the couple East to face charges. But Smythe, and Isaac, were priorities.
    Sam cleared his throat to speak. “Nope,” he said with too much satisfaction. “The Jennets were quiet for once.”
    Sam slid his eyes toward Max. His amused expression usually meant he’d done something Max would not like.
    “So,” Sam continued with a smirk, “I finished that kiss Sophie started.”
    Max curled his free hand into a fist. His brother sounded far too pleased with himself. That meant he did more than kiss. The cold wind blowing down Max’s collar did little to stifle the heat that rushed over his body. It was due to anger because Sam wasn’t doing his job, of course. Not lust. And that anger had to be dampened before he could trust himself to reply.
    It took him far too many minutes to force an icy calm through his body and douse the volcano. This was why he had to retire from the Agency. He’d had bouts of sudden fury lately, the type that would cause him to miss clues, perhaps even act rashly. He must gain better control of himself if they were to finish their assignments without someone ending up injured, or dead. Leaving that woman behind was best for all of them.
    “Sophie McLeod is a client,” he replied stiffly. “Even if we were free, she isn’t the type of woman to trifle with. Keep your hands off her or there’ll be trouble.”
    “Too late. I showed her what pleasure’s all about. Got a fair bit myself, as well.” Sam’s expression turned sly. “You’ve checked her out enough to know she’s a good cook and housekeeper. Last night I discovered that underneath the prim and proper mask she’s had to wear, she’s a lusty, eager woman. Even better, she tastes like—”
    “Shut up!” Max pressed his lips together, furious at himself for letting his brother goad him.
    “Lily Thatcher says Sophie wants to share her bed with three men, just like the other valley women.” Sam smirked with a younger brother’s satisfaction. “We could give her a head start on it. She’s already enjoyed one eager Gibson. Maybe you’ll be next.”
    Max’s cock jerked at the thought. He twisted his body, turning away from Sam to check their back trail. He wanted Sophie McLeod in his bed at least as much as Sam did. But he’d made an oath to put his Pinkerton work first, and he never, ever, went back on his word. Unlike his father, he was a man of principle. He would do anything to ensure he’d never become that man.
    They needed a wife, but after they finished their assignment, they’d first need a lusty woman to take the edge off. Sophie might be the one to help him release his frustration, but not while she was a client. She was far too demanding to be a wife. He wanted his woman to obey him, trusting he knew best.
    Twin trails, from the hooves of their horses disturbing the dew, trailed behind them. As soon as the sun came up, there’d be no trace of their passing. That was the way he liked things. They worked hard to be like ghosts, completing their assignments with as little notice as possible. They were not the type to start a fight unless a distraction was needed. Luckily, the men they sought were usually cowards and hid in shadows. Thoughts of work cooled his body as always. He faced the dawning sun once more.
    “If we don’t keep Miz McLeod interested, she might find someone else before we finish this job,” said Sam, refusing to give up. “And that would be a waste of a good woman.”
    Max snorted his disgust. “She’s