The McCaffertys: Randi
"Hell's bells," Kurt Striker grumbled under his breath.
He didn't like the job that was set before him. Not one little bit. But he couldn't say no. And it wasn't just because of the substantial fee attached to the assignment, no, the money was good enough. Tempting. He could use an extra twenty-five grand right now. Who couldn't? A check for half the amount sat on the coffee table. Untouched.
Because of the night before. Because of his secret. He stood in the living room, a fire crackling and warming the backs of his legs, the sprawling snow-covered acres of the Flying M Ranch visible through frosted windows.
"So, what do you say, Striker?, Thorne McCafferty demanded. the oldest of three brothers, he was a businessman by nature and always took charge.
"Have we got a deal? Will you see that our sister is safe?"
The job was complicated. Striker was to become Randi McCafferty's personal bodyguard whether she liked it or not. Which she wouldn't. Kurt would lay odds on it. he'd spent enough time with the only daughter of the late John Randall McCafferty to know that when she made up her mind, it wasn't likely to be changed, not by him ... read full excerpt from The McCaffertys: Randi ebook
