No Strings Attached (Last Hope Ranch Book 1) by Amanda McIntyre Read Free Book Online Page A

interesting in the teen years, mama.”
    Angelique nodded. “Don’t think I haven’t thought about that.”
    “Oh, what about Justin Reed?” Aimee said.
    “Who’s that?” Kaylee straightened in her chair. It was clear that Kaylee would soon be saving her pennies for this auction.
    “Sure, the new history teacher who replaced Mr. Worth after his heart attack. Great idea! He’s twenty-seven, unattached, and just moved here.” Sally made some more notes on her yellow legal pad.
    “So, as long as we’re on the subject of eligible bachelors, can we talk about Tyler for a minute?” Liberty shifted so she could face Sally.
    “What about him?” Sally shrugged.
    “Well, tonight over at Dusty’s was clearly some advanced flirting if I ever saw it.”
    Sally shook her head. “That’s just Tyler. He’s a different guy in private, trust me,” Sally said, and went on with making notes.
    Aimee looked from one woman to the other. “Did I miss something when I went to call Wyatt?”
    “Just Tyler making moves on our Sally,” Liberty interjected.
    “No moves were being made.” Sally batted away the implication.
    “He’s a really sweet guy,” Angelique offered.
    “I think he’s hot,” Kaylee stated, and then, realizing she’d spoken aloud covered her mouth. “I think maybe I’ve had too much wine.”
    Sally smiled, then looked at Liberty. “He is a sweet guy. I’ve known him practically my whole life. He’s like a brother to me.”
    “I’d say we better fill Rein in on that since he thinks the two of you would be great together.”
    “Yeah, and when did someone make him town matchmaker, anyway?” Sally piped up.
    “Okay, if not Tyler, then we need to find you another guy.” Liberty stood and looked around. “Where’s your laptop?”
    “On my desk, over there…why?” Sally followed as Liberty made a beeline to her computer. “What are you doing?”
    “Well, I happened across this the other day,” she glanced at Sally, “after Rein started trying to be matchmaker. I figured it might be a safer approach.”
    “To what?” Sally asked.
    “To finding you a cowboy to ride you off into the sunset, of course.” Liberty waggled her dark brows. “All we have to do is set up your profile on Montana.Match.com.”
    The wine Sally had taken a sip of spewed from her mouth. “You’re what? No. No. No. I don’t think so. What makes you think I’m interested in dating?” Sally went to the kitchen for a towel and some vinegar to clean the splatters of wine off her wool rug.
    “You’re not?” Angelique asked. “But I thought….”
    Sally, on all fours, dabbed at the spots. Her week came out in her fervor to remove the stains—Sam’s odd looks, Denise’s revelation, Nate’s cautioning her on what not to drink—had about caused her to snap. “What I mean is—” She ground the cloth into the stain. “Even if I had time to date, which I don’t, I don’t want to expose myself to a bunch of strange men on the Internet just to find Mr. Right.”
    “And Tyler?” Aimee asked.
    Sally tossed her a look. “Mr. Right for someone else.”
    Kaylee clapped her hands in glee and realized everyone was staring at her. “Sorry.”
    Liberty grinned. “Well, love, I’m pretty sure they require you to be fully clothed in your profile picture.” She offered Sally a wicked grin.
    All eyes and a couple of groans landed on Liberty.
    The lights flickered and then the house went dark, with the exception of the diminishing fire in the fireplace.
    “Guess that answers that question.” Liberty returned the laptop to the desk.
    “I’ll go get a couple more logs,” Kaylee said, jumping up.
    Sally rummaged through her desk drawer, found a box of matches, and began to light the variety of candles she had lined up on the mantel. Most hadn’t been lit since she bought them, causing the flames to snap from the dust until the heat dissolved it.
    “Kaylee seems nice,” Sally said, glancing down at Angelique as