Kit & Rogue (The Sons of Dusty Walker) Read Free Page A

upright and down, he brought her close. “Let me hold you.”
    Kit clung to him, sighing as his mouth took possession of hers. He kissed her like she mattered, he kissed her as if he owned her. She freely gave him her surrender, her tongue mating with his in an erotic dance of love. “I love you, Rogue. We’re going to be happy, aren’t we?”
    “I love you too, there’s nothing in the world that can come between us now.” He kissed her on the top of the head, a smile of satisfaction on his face. “I guess we ought to plant pinto beans next spring.”
     
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    Miles and miles away, a man sat hunched over a laptop. He smirked as he pressed the enter key. “You’re never going to know what hit you, Walker.”
    Watching the information appear onscreen, he began manipulating data, invading private personal information and using it as he willed. “Stupid people. They don’t know how vulnerable they are. I’ll teach you, Mr. High and Mighty Oilman. You ignored my sister like she didn’t exist, like you couldn’t be bothered.”
    Easy, it was so easy to become someone and something you’re not. Everyday people go about their daily lives, not knowing they’re being watched–monitored–used. “By the time I get through with you, Rogue Walker, you’re going to have nothing. You’re going to be nothing. You’re going to be as dead as my poor sister.”
    He picked up the phone and set another round of criminal activity into motion. With no hesitation. With no remorse. Without a second thought. “This will show you, Lone Wolf. You couldn’t be bothered to give her the time of day; you never knew or cared how she felt.” With supreme satisfaction, he watched as he set his enemy’s downfall into motion. “I’m going to take everything you love away from you. I’m going to enjoy watching you suffer…”
     
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    Back in Red Creek, Rogue leaned his chair against the wall, balancing it on the two back legs. He was having a hard time staying awake. The meeting in the D. Walker Mineral Company’s small conference room with his brothers and their attorney, Stanley Benner, Esquire was running longer than he’d anticipated. The week they were all required to spend together in Red Creek, Kansas was going by fast. Meeting after meeting had droned on. They’d gone over every aspect of the business–front to back, stem to stern. He covered his mouth and tried to hide a yawn. Jackson saw him and smirked. Rogue casually shot him the finger. At least they’d agreed there was no reason for them to all stay at Osprey House like they’d first planned. Rogue didn’t think he could stand being away from Kit that long, and he figured his brothers felt the same way.
    He knew the oil business and most of what they were going over, the others wouldn’t even remember. This was work that you learned on the job, not from some book and certainly not from some potbellied little lawyer. Each of his brothers had their own ideas, and he wasn’t going to push. Rogue had no desire to be the CEO of D. Walker, he had Lone Wolf to run. But he was certainly willing to do his part.
    “I can’t travel all the time,” Jackson stated flatly. “I’m committed to several rodeos.”
    “Same here,” Dylan murmured. “I’m hoping to cut an album soon.”
    “I’m starting up my Appaloosa operation.” Killian crossed one booted foot over the other. “Besides…” he smiled, “I have other things on my mind.”
    “You’re busy with Lexie,” Rogue drawled. He knew his brothers were like him. They all had commitments and they all had found love in Red Creek, Kansas. None were anxious to leave anytime soon.
    Pulling out his phone, he checked his text messages. When the conversation seemed to come to a stalemate with Benner rattling on about responsibilities and the terms of the will, Rogue sighed. “I’m going on a short cruise with Kit after this week is over, but after that I can see clear to travel a bit. Why don’t