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“Being familiar with my body isn’t proof, honey. How can I prove it isn’t me?” Logan’s tone was sour because of the subject.

Jocelyn said, “Because I know for a fact that you don’t have a bumblebee tattoo on your back below your shoulder blade or a scar where one used to be. I checked in the shower last night just to be sure.”

“A bumblebee tattoo?” Kendall and Logan exchanged a look. They both knew exactly had a bumblebee tattoo. He was one of the park owners.

She continued. “Yes. The original picture in the blog was an excellent fake of your head on the body of someone fucking a well-endowed woman on a poker table strewn with cards and chips at the saloon.”

“There’s a woman shown, too? Fuck.” Logan was supremely angry for his limited part in this. Kendall understood his fury.

Jocelyn was quick to respond, “No. The woman’s face wasn’t in the frame of the photo. Just you looking over one shoulder with a satisfied expression. I’ll admit it was hard to look at. I never realized how jealous I was.”

“Then you saw the tattoo.”

“Right. Actually that was the factor that made me hypothetically change the blog.”

“Thank you,” Kendall said sincerely.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Okay, if you did something, then thank you.”

“I did something, all right. I actually did a lot of things. I found my sister and then let her go instead of taking her back home, for the first time in history. I accepted a marriage proposal which included a very special ring. I stood up to my parents and left them with mouths gaping, which was also history making. I moved to Montana on a whim because a couple of sexy cowboys lured me here with promises of sexual excess. Which was an offer I found that I just couldn’t refuse. And if last night was any indication of my future, I’ll be a happy girl for a very long time to come.”

Kendall moved fast. He rolled her to her back and covered her with his body. Arms over her head, wrists held fast, legs trapped securely beneath his, and body tucked under his and unmoving, Jocelyn was well and truly pinned. “Forget all the hypothetical bullshit. Are you really going to maintain that you didn’t hack Reggie’s blog?”

“Do you have any proof that I did?” she responded quickly.

He laughed. “No. I don’t. Apparently, I’m not smart enough to know how to operate Reggie’s sophisticated system, but I know that you are more than capable.” He brushed a kiss on her chin.

“Knowing I’m capable is not proof. Using that method, you could also say your brother, Clay, was capable.”

Kendall smiled. He loved Jocelyn so very much.

“Well, I guess you’ve got me there. Clay is also very competent in such matters. But he probably wouldn’t do anything like this without telling me about how good he is or better yet requiring me to beg for the privilege of his awesome skills.”

She only grinned and remained silent. Her head lifted, and she pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. The spot she touched tingled. Her tongue soon traced a path along his lower lip.

“I could always tie you down, retrieve some toys from the downstairs playroom, and seduce the information out of you.”

“Seduce to your heart’s content, Kendall,” she said, giggling. “I’ll certainly enjoy it, but hypothetical or not, I have absolutely nothing more to say on the subject of Reggie or his blog.”

“Fine. I’ll stop asking.” His gratitude overwhelmed him. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let her go.

Logan leaned close and kissed her on the cheek. She turned her head and smiled at him, too.

“I love you both so much. Thank you for letting me into your life. We’re going to have an amazing future. Just wait and see.”

“Can’t wait,” they both said at the same time.

Epilogue

Old West Town—three months later

“…Four…five…six…seven…” Zane Washburn called out the count, loud and clear to all assembled.

Kendall crossed his arms and watched the dramatic scene on the dusty streets of Old West Town about to unfold. He hoped this wasn’t a big mistake.

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