He still didn't know why he was here, wherever here was but after Adam had shown up at his motel room out of the blue, banging on the door and rousing him from an intensely erotic dream, Cooper figured he had nothing better to do.

After a quick breakfast at the congested cafe in town, and a brief, rather uninformative conversation with Adam, Cooper wasn't sure what to expect. He'd felt as though he were being interrogated while he forced eggs and bacon down his throat, answering question after question from his buddy.

Do you plan to stay in Devil's Bend? Will you continue to tour? Are you looking for something else to do? Would you be interested in helping out at the bar? What do you think of managing musical talent?

Those were just a few of the questions Adam had thrown his way, and he wasn't sure whether they were trick questions or not, but apparently Adam seemed satisfied with his answers. That still didn't explain why they were here though.

Pushing back to his full height when Adam summoned the dogs with a whistle, Cooper looked up on the porch, and that was when he saw her.

The angel in blue jeans. Only she wasn't wearing jeans at the moment. Holy hell.

And he was pretty sure he liked her with fewer clothes on anyway. With a strained effort, he tried not to ogle her. And he had to focus to keep his mouth from hanging open.

He couldn't help but watch as Adam embraced the woman in a hug that said they knew each other. From the looks of it, they were fond of one another based on the way the woman stared up at him lovingly. Considering he hadn't talked much with Adam, aside from the barrage of questions that morning, Cooper's first assumption was they were more than mere friends.

"Cooper meet Tessa. Tessa meet Cooper. Blah, blah, blah. I need more coffee," Adam introduced in a rush as Cooper made his way up the front steps.

Tessa, as Adam referred to her, laughed sweetly, and Cooper couldn't help but smile. Removing his hat from his head, he held out his hand to the woman he'd dreamed about the night before and steeled himself to touch her again. Their hands met, her small, smooth fingers sliding into the palm of his hand, and Cooper had to clamp his teeth shut to keep from groaning.

Damn he liked touching her.

A sudden strange, possessive instinct surged up in his gut, which was odd considering where they were. It wasn't a reaction he expected at all, but he tried to attribute it to the night before.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," he finally said when he located his voice. Their hands touched for longer than was probably customary, but Cooper found he didn't want to pull away.

"You too." Her sweet voice sent another chill racing through his bloodstream, only this time it forced the blood farther south. As though it were natural, Cooper kept his cowboy hat resting in front of his now interested cock in the hopes that she wouldn't notice.

When she pulled her hand away, Cooper let her go, but he allowed his eyes to linger for a while longer.

She was wearing a thin black tank top and a pair of tiny white shorts that put her trim, tanned legs on display. If he were acting like the gentleman that his parents had raised him to be, Cooper would've looked away, yet he found himself glancing down, his gaze slowly traveling upward, until his eyes narrowed in on the pebbled tips of her nipples that were now clearly visible through the soft, threadbare cotton of her top.

She must've realized what he was looking at because she quickly recovered, glaring up at him before crossing one arm over her chest, and holding her coffee cup with the other. She must've realized that Adam wasn't there to save her, and her reaction made Cooper chuckle. It wasn't often that he saw something other than pure, unadulterated lust written all over a woman's face, especially the first time he was introduced to her. What he saw on Tessa's pretty face resembled anything but, which ironically, he found he enjoyed immensely.

When she turned and walked into the house, Cooper followed, very aware of three things: the woman walking away from him, the intriguing sway of her hips and her cute little ass, and the man staring back at him from the doorway to what appeared to be the kitchen.

"I'm surprised the two of you didn't meet last night," Adam said between sips of his coffee.

"How do you know we didn't?" Tessa asked, sounding oddly irritated.

"Coop said he didn't meet my sister," Adam admitted, turning to follow Tessa into the kitchen.

Sister.

A sudden, not to mention overwhelming, river of relief flooded Cooper. This intriguing woman was Adam Dryden's sister. They looked absolutely nothing alike.

"So what brings you by so early in the morning?" Tessa asked Adam, seemingly oblivious to Cooper standing just a few feet away.

Early? Morning? Shit, it was after noon already.

"Why don't you offer our guest some coffee, Sis?" Adam smirked before walking out of the room leaving the two of them alone once again.

For some reason, Cooper was beginning to get the impression that Adam was doing that on purpose.

Chapter Four.

Remembering her manners became more and more difficult as the minutes passed. Ever since Cooper Krenshaw shook her hand, then blatantly leered at her body, Tessa had been in some strange state of shock. Then again, the guy was probably used to getting any woman he wanted, so the come hither look he'd perfected probably got him pretty far in life.

Too bad for him, she wasn't interested.

Damn it.

She was so interested her body was doing crazy things.

Her hormones were out of whack, her blood was churning in her veins, and her head was spinning from the intoxicating scent of the man. And yes, he smelled even better today than he had last night. That could've been because they were lacking the nauseating mixture of various other perfumes, colognes and the pungent smell of beer. Or, it could be because Cooper Krenshaw smelled like hot, virile male.

Either way, Tessa continued to remind herself that she wasn't interested. She wasn't interested in one night stands. Wasn't interested in a week long affair. Wasn't even interested in a brief romance because ultimately, in the end, Cooper Krenshaw would be moving on to bigger and better things.

Above all else, Tessa had no desire to spend time with a man she couldn't keep, nor did she have any interest in what came with country music stardom.

And why the hell did she keep referring to him as Cooper Krenshaw? The man had a first name, and she was pretty sure he didn't go by both first and last. Or maybe he did. Hell, what did she know?

Shit.

At the moment, she didn't know anything. Her brain was a tangle of lust and hormones and she was quickly becoming exceedingly irritated with herself. Sort of like her frustration with the women in her bar, when they threw themselves at the nightly entertainment, well known or not.

"Would you like some coffee?" Tessa finally asked, trying to sound as though it were an afterthought to offer. She didn't want this man to drink her coffee. She didn't want him to sit on her couch. She didn't want him to steal her heart and...

Oh, what the hell was she thinking? It's just coffee.

"Yes, ma'am," he said in that dark, rich tone that made her pulse thump rapidly.

"No need to call me ma'am," she told him, not bothering to look up as she poured his coffee. He didn't answer, but she knew he heard her.

Without another thought, Tessa handed him the cup and turned to walk away, letting him know that the cream was in the refrigerator and sugar on the counter should he need it. The proximity was too much. She needed to get away, preferably outside where she could smell the sweet, lingering scent of the country and not the potent scent of Cooper Krenshaw.

Cooper damn it. His name was Cooper. He was just a normal person like the rest of them. It didn't mean a thing that his voice was crooning all over radio stations worldwide or that his face was well known on the front cover of magazines. And it didn't matter that he'd won an award or probably twenty for his music.

A few minutes later, the three of them were sitting on the front porch, Adam perched on the wood railing, Tessa in the lone wicker chair and Cooper on the porch swing. She much preferred the swing, but the possibility of him sitting beside her was a risk she hadn't been willing to take, so her choice of seating had been calculated for her self-preservation.

Now that they were all seated, no one was speaking. There was no rushing her brother, but Tessa sensed he wanted to talk. Not only because he had shown up at her house at an ungodly hour after a particularly long night but because he looked as though he had something on his mind. Rather than pelt him with questions, Tessa chose to focus her attention on Harmony and Havoc who were once again frolicking in the yard like puppies.

"Coop's gonna buy Old Man Deluth's farm," Adam said out of the blue and Tessa damn near spilled her coffee in her lap.

What the fuck?

"What do you mean he's gonna buy it?"

"Just what I said," Adam answered, one eyebrow cocking as he looked back at her before his gaze transferred to Cooper.

That wasn't even possible. Cooper could not be buying the Deluth farm because Tessa was buying it. She'd been paying Old Man... er... Jerry Deluth for several years, a little at a time until she had enough for the down payment so she could take over the rest of the payments. It was an agreement they had made a very long time ago, before...

Before Jerry passed away two months ago.

Tessa frowned as she peered at Cooper. She'd still been making the payments like clockwork.

Surely, Adam had to be wrong.

First of all, why would the famous country music star want to live in Devil's Bend? For some reason that did not sound like a good idea, and Tessa knew it wasn't just because of her intense attraction to the man.

Hold up... that wasn't the point. Regardless.

"I wouldn't say it's much of a farm anymore," Cooper added, grinning at Adam. "Maybe one day, but right now, it's more of a shamble of a house and two hundred forty acres of weeds."

Tessa smiled despite herself at the way he enunciated the words, sounding very much like he was born and raised in the south. And definitely not from Texas. She wondered if he'd come by his drawl naturally or if it had been developed for his country music persona.

Realizing she wasn't supposed to be smiling, she forced her attention back to Adam. "When did this happen?"

"Talk to him," Adam told her. "He's the one buying the place."

"But..." Wait. No. Tessa was not going to mention the fact that she had a stake in that place. After all, she'd never told Adam that she was buying it for a reason. And thankfully her brother Jack had kept her secret as well. She wasn't looking for a hand out, and she knew all too well that Adam would've tried to jump to her rescue, especially after Richie died.

There had to be a mistake, and as soon as she got the chance, she was going to call Luanne Deluth Rosenbough and talk to her.

"What do you plan to do with it?" Tessa asked, glancing Cooper's way briefly. Her throat felt tight and her eyes stung from unshed tears, but she fought them back. She refused to get emotional until she had all the facts.

"It needs some work, and it'll probably take me some time to build it up, but ultimately I'd like to turn it into a fully functioning farm. As a side venture, I'm looking to build an equestrian center. I've always wanted to use horses to work with disabled children and adults."

Tessa knew her jaw was hanging open, knew she shouldn't stare at him as though he'd just admitted that his dream was the exact same dream she'd been chasing ever since she was a child, but she couldn't help it.

"Hey, that's funny. Tessa wanted to do that when she was a kid," Adam offered.

She still wanted it, but Adam didn't know that.

So if Adam hadn't said anything, then that left... Had Luanne told Cooper what Tessa was planning to do? Was this some kind of joke? Or payback?

Tessa had to force her jaw to relax when she realized she was grinding her teeth together.

"Really?" Cooper sounded as though he was hearing the news for the first time. Didn't mean she wasn't still suspicious of what his overall objective was. What were the odds that he came to Devil's Bend, bought the property she was in the process of buying and planned to build the exact same thing? Something was off here.

"So, what?" Tessa realized she sounded frustrated. "You bring him all the way out here to tell me he wants to run a horse farm?"

Adam frowned down at her, and Tessa bit the inside of her cheek as she turned to stare out into the yard. Yes, it was somewhat of a sore spot that she spent her nights slinging beers in a bar, even if she owned said bar while others were out making their dreams come true. She might not be able to make her dream come true overnight, but she was working on it.

"No, I brought Coop out here because I wanted to know what you thought of him handling the entertainment at The Rusty Nail."

Tessa stared up at Adam once again, confusion replacing the frustration from moments ago.

"You want him to sing in the bar every night?" Turning to face Cooper, she asked him, "And you'd want to do that? I thought you were a big country star."

Adam laughed, pulling her attention back to him. "No, I don't think Coop would be interested in becoming a permanent nightly fixture at The Rusty Nail. He, however, would be good for business."

"What are you talking about? You handle the entertainment. Why would we need him?" Tessa stared at her brother, trying to comprehend what he was telling her. Or rather what he wasn't telling her. She knew there was something, but for the life of her she couldn't put it together. The look on his face told her she wasn't going to be happy with his news.

"I'm going into the police academy." Adam's calm tone sounded as though he were trying to soothe her which meant...

And then his words registered.

Police academy.

Tessa's heart stopped beating in her chest and she felt faint. Somehow, although her body was hardly cooperating, she managed to put her coffee cup on the railing beside her because she wasn't interested in wearing what was left of it. Staring up at Adam, she couldn't get a single word out of her mouth.

"Tessa..." Adam began, sounding as though he were going to start explaining.

"Don't," she demanded harshly. "Don't. I... I don't even know what to say."

Pushing to her feet, Tessa forced her legs to move, forced herself to go inside before she lost every ounce of her decorum right there on her front porch in front of God and everyone.

And Cooper Krenshaw.

So maybe Cooper wasn't the smartest man on the planet, but he knew immediately that what Adam just announced to his sister was not a good thing. As for why, he had no idea.

"Shit," Adam said, pulling his ball cap down low on his head before taking it off altogether and turning to face the yard.

"I'm going to take a wild guess on this one, but I don't think she took that well." Cooper's statement was met with silence, and he allowed it to settle around them for a few minutes.

Not only was he uncomfortable being there, Cooper was confused as to why he was there and the answers didn't appear to be forthcoming. Did Adam think that bringing him along would lessen the sting of that blow? If he did, it damn sure didn't work.

"Richie died in the line of duty," Adam explained, although Cooper had no idea who Richie was. Not knowing what he was supposed to say to that, Cooper kept his mouth shut.

"Richie was her husband," Adam finally explained long seconds later.

Oh, shit. Well, that explained it all too well. Adam just informed his sister that he was going to do the exact thing that got her husband killed? Shit.

Cooper wanted to ask Adam why he thought it was a good idea to do this. Or better yet, why Adam thought it was a nifty idea to bring Cooper along when he announced his intentions? How in the hell did he get caught in the middle?

"I need to talk to her," Adam stated, but he didn't move from where he stood.

That would probably be a smart idea, Cooper thought to himself. It was a good thing that the filter was back in place because he knew for sure that he shouldn't get in the middle of this any more than he already was.