Wilde Love (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 6)

The eldest Wilde brother’s lips covered hers, and Jessie knew she, too, had finally come home.

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The Strong Cowboys of Wilde, Nevada

Chapter One

Charlene Wynn looked at her cell. One bar. Please, let it be enough to get a call out.

The large sign on the empty road mocked her. It informed travelers that Wilde, Nevada was a mere sixty-two miles ahead. Its motto would’ve normally caused her to grin, but she wasn’t in a grinning mood no matter how ironic the welcome.

Wilde, Nevada—population 969, we welcome you with 1,938 arms.

“And almost as many dicks, too, apparently,” she muttered to herself. “Fuck-fuck-fuckity-fuck.”

Her mother’s frequent admonishment to curb her tongue fired in her head.

Aloud, as if her mother was standing with her, Charly said, “I know. I know.”

She had a very good excuse for flinging the f-bombs, though. Her old car, which looked like it had been through a couple of wars, was dead on the side of the road in the middle of bumfuck.

No stranger to an engine, she’d changed the oil, topped the fluids, and aired the tires to get the beast up to par for the 2300-mile-long trip from Baltimore to Wilde. She’d only stopped once in Lincoln, Nebraska after already having traveled twenty hours. The one night at the hotel had cost her thirty-eight dollars, leaving her less than four hundred bucks to her name. Not much but enough to get her to Malibu. She’d hit the road at four in the morning today, and now, sixteen hours later, with only an hour of driving left to get to Wilde, her car had crapped out on her.

Still, she hated to call her cousin, Jessica Greene, for help, but she didn’t have a cho

ice.

“Hello,” a strange voice answered.

“I’m sorry, I must—”

“No. No. This is Jessie’s phone. She’s indisposed at the moment, getting her wedding dress fitted. I’m Maude Strong.”

“Oh. How long before I can talk to her?” She didn’t want to tell the woman on the other line her troubles. Independence was so important in her life, and she normally was self-sufficient. Not this time. Fuck!

“Awhile. Is this Charlene I’m talking to?” The voice on the other end of the phone sounded very welcoming.

“Yes.” Even listening to the woman’s warm tone, the truth of the matter was Charly didn’t want to be here. She’d only agreed to come to Northern Nevada to try to talk some sense into Jessica. Wilde had put some kind of spell on her cousin. Marrying a stranger she’d only just met a couple of months ago was nuts. Marrying five was completely insane.

Preventing Jessica’s wedding was the only reason she’d taken this detour on her trip to Malibu. Charly didn’t have any interest in the town or its citizens.

“Where are you, hun?” the woman asked, pulling Charly from her musings. “You need some help?”

Though her nerves were frayed, Charly tried to sound chipper. “Yes, I do.”

* * * *

Halfway between Vice and Wilde, Nevada, Drake Strong expected to come upon the bride’s stranded cousin at any moment.

His current errand pissed him off, but he wasn’t about to cry over spilt milk—literally. He eased his foot off the gas pedal, slowing his three-quarter-ton Chevy Silverado Crew Cab to the speed limit while continuing to scan the road ahead for any sign of the woman he’d been sent to rescue.

He’d first learned about Charlene Wynn a week ago at Norma’s Diner. His ears had perked up when Jessie Greene, the Wilde brothers’ fiancée, had mentioned that she, too, had a cousin. That very moment he’d wondered if the twenty-five-year-old coming to town for the wedding might be perfect for him and two of his brothers—Dax and Seth—as much as his five cousins’ big-city girl had been for them.