THE CATTLEMAN’S
BRIDE
(Book 3, Brides
Along the Chisholm Trail / Men of the Double K introduction)
She’s running from
a past she can’t face—he’s offering a future she never imagined.
Cyrus stepped through the doorway and over to
the clerk behind the registration desk. “I was told I’d find Logan Granger
here.”
“Yes, sir. He’s here.” The clerk pointed toward
the dining room then returned to his ledgers.
“Mighty obliged.” Cyrus turned, spotting
a man seated by the window, his head bowed over the papers scattered across the
table. The man wore a string tie, white shirt, and black vest, looking more
like a bartender at one of the establishments in town rather than one of the
famed Pinkerton Agents.
“Agent Granger?”
“Who wants to know?” The man didn’t look up
from the papers he studied, his posture stiff and uninviting. So much for being
cordial.