Nate had spent the day rotating the horses on the family ranch to ensure that each child attending Camp Melody—a respite for terminally ill and special-needs kids—would have a fresh mount. Though it was early April, the day was unseasonably warm. He’d worked up a hell of a sweat saddling, unsaddling, and grooming the steeds. When dinner was done, he’d been anxious to grab a shower and head into Haven. But brothers Nash and Noble had seized both bathrooms, forcing Nate to wait an extra thirty minutes to scrub the scent of horse and sweaty grime from his body. It wasn’t until he hit town and pulled to a stop in front of the Hangover that anticipation and excitement replaced the lingering annoyance he’d felt toward his brothers. After pocketing his keys, Nate strode toward the bar, beyond ready to lay eyes on the sexy woman he’d been dreaming about all day…Gina. But when he stepped through the door to find hiswoman wrapped in the arms of his twin brother, rage born of jealousy erupted within. As he watched Noble place a kiss on the top of Gina’s head, a fire of pure possessive rage thundered through Nate’s veins. “Get your fucking hands off her,” he bellowed, eating up the floor in long, angry strides. “Uh-oh.” A mischievous grin lit up Noble’s face, followed by a playful wink. “I think we’ve been caught, darlin’.” Logically, Nate knew his brother was simply baiting him, and that Gina had absolutely no interest in his twin. Emotionally, none of that mattered. Noble had crossed the line and Nate was three seconds away from pounding his twin to dust. Nate and his five siblings had grown up teasing, tormenting, and ultimately beating the hell out of each other on a regular basis. He’d whooped Noble’s ass plenty of time and could damn well do it again. “Caught? Caught doing what?” Gina blanched. She peeled out of Noble’s grasp, landing a sharp elbow to his ribs. “Get your paws off me, asshole! I’m not one of your bed bunnies. And get the fuck out from behind my bar.” Nate was proud of his feisty woman for taking his dickhead brother to task, but he still wanted to beat the bastard ugly for touching her. Noble’s grin only widened as he hurried around the bar and sidled onto the barstool alongside Nash, who was smirking. As if sensing Nate’s rage, Gina placed her hand on his chest to placate him before flashing him a gentle smile. “Would you mind hauling out another keg from the cooler for me, please?” “You know I wouldn’t.” He narrowed his eyes at Noble. “Touch her again, asswipe, and you die. Got it?” All traces of humor left the man’s face. He raised his hands in surrender. “I was just messing around, lover boy. No need to get your tampon stuck sideways.” His muscles grew taut. Grabbing Noble’s shirt, Nate hauled him up off his seat. Fury rippled outward as they faced off, nose-to-nose. “Mess around with someone else. Gina’s off-limits.” “Chill out, man. Christ, I didn’t mean anything by it.” Nate released his brother with a powerful shove and an evil glare. Nash let out a low whistle and slapped Noble on the back. “You just got shit on.” “Shut the fuck up, or I’ll shit on you,” he countered, smacking Nash upside the back of the head. Ignoring his idiot brothers, Nate exhaled a ragged breath before locking his stare on Gina. The rage inside him instantly melted, replaced by the fiery hunger of demand. She flashed him a carnal smile, then turned and headed toward the back room. As he followed behind her, Nate’s stare was glued to the sexy sway of her ass. He moved in close behind her, Nate cupped her tempting orbs in both palms. Once they’d made their way around the corner, Gina abruptly stopped. Pivoting, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed in tight against his chest. Nate’s cock roared to life as her hard nipples scraped the flesh beneath his shirt. Gripping her ass tighter, he slanted his lips over hers, rocking his lengthening erection between her legs, and swallowed her gasp. With a tiny giggle, she pulled back. A provocative smirk tugged her lips. “I missed you today, too.” Lifting onto her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his. Nate had kissed her a million times. Still, every time his mouth met hers felt like the first. Sliding a hand to her strawberry-blonde curls, he fisted her mane and tilted her head back. He saw her mutual need, raw and scorching in her pale blue eyes…could practically taste the desire pulsing through her system. It was all the incentive he needed. Pressing his mouth to hers again, he delved desperately past her lips and swirled his tongue deep inside her heated wet silk.