Going Wilde (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 1)

“I’m Dallas, ma’am.” He removed his white hat, revealing razor-cut dark hair, and winked with twinkling green eyes. Dallas might be trouble, in a good way.

The last man paused and studied her for a moment. His intense scrutiny made her shiver. With the physique of a Greek god, he was the tallest of the lot. She knew a few artists back in New York that would’ve lost their minds if such a specimen ever walked into their studios to model. When he removed his hat, she envied his blond, wavy locks. Hell, being so close to male perfection had her head spinning.

“I’m Phoenix.” His hazel eyes never broke their stare, not even to blink.

“Is everyone in Wilde named after a city?” Suddenly wobbly, she put her free hand on the pool table. Jackson grabbed it and squeezed.

“No.” Phoenix’s face was grim. “How long do you plan on staying in Wilde?”

Jessica swallowed. “Not sure yet.”

Dallas lifted a brow. “You might grow to like our little town, ma’am.”

Denver grinned and nodded. “We’ll do everything we can to make sure of that.”

Wondering what everything entailed sent shivers down her spine. Wow, who knew she had such a dirty mind?

“Please, call me Jessica. Ma’am is for old ladies.”

Dallas shook his head. “Sorry, but in these parts, ma’am is how gentlemen address ladies.”

“You’ve never been called a gentleman. Why pretend now?” Jackson chuckled. “You guys want to play pool or not?”

Denver nodded. “I'm definitely game.” Then he looked at his watch. “Damn, I’ve gotta get Becky her meds.”

“Is your wife ill?”

Jackson laughed. “Becky’s his horse. No wife or girlfriend for any of us.”

Jessica felt her cheeks burn. Had she made the same mistake once again? If yes, she needed to get her broken gaydar fixed, and pronto. “Please tell me you guys aren’t into each other.”

“If I were gay, I know I could do a lot better than my ugly brothers.” Dallas looked at Denver. “Call Austin. He’s got nothing better to do than to play nursemaid to your horse.”

“Great idea.” Denver pulled out an iPhone, started dialing, and walked to a quiet corner a few feet away.

Not so remote as not to have cell service. “You’re all brothers?”

“Yes.” Phoenix eyed her intently, scanning her body as thoroughly as an MRI machine.

Gaydar fully functional—only sexy straight men in my vicinity.

“Let me guess...Denver is the oldest?”

“We’re all old enough, but yes, he is the oldest here. Twenty-eight.” Dallas grinned. “I’m twenty-seven. Phoenix is twenty-six.” He slapped Jackson on the back. “And lil’ bro here is twenty-five.”

Being an only child, Jessica couldn’t imagine how their mother had managed—or why she’d managed—to have so many babies back to back. “Must’ve been something else at your house when you were little.”

“Sure was.” Dallas waved down a male server. “Bring us some shot glasses and another bottle of tequila.”

Jackson put his arm around her waist and rested his hand on her hip. “Have you played eight ball before?”

His possessive hold felt good to her. “Some.”

“What are we playing for?” Dallas asked.

They all turned to her, but none of them spoke.

She choked out, “For fun.”