Propositioning Mr. Raine - Laurann Dohner

Laurann Dohner - Riding the Raines #1 - Propositioning Mr. Raine

Propositioning Mr. Raine (Riding the Raines #1)
Laurann Dohner


Chapter One

The burn of whiskey slowly eased from her mouth down into her belly. Trina bit her lip and placed her glass down carefully on the table, taking a deep breath. Her nerves were on edge and she figured a few shots of liquid courage were just the trick to get her to do something totally insane. She took another deep breath, expelling it quickly, and then lifted her gaze to glance secretly at the reason she wasn’t at home in bed reading a good book as she typically did every night.

In the corner of the bar sat the man who occupied a lot of her nighttime fantasies.

He appeared to be in a foul mood as he stared at his hands, wrapped around a glass of some strong blend of alcohol, and nursed his drink. She could guess that right now Navarro Raine was feeling the weight of the world on those big, broad shoulders of his.

For days the gossips in town had been busy spreading the word that Navarro’s younger brother, a man with a well-known history of drinking and gambling problems, had taken a twenty-thousand-dollar loan out against their ranch that they couldn’t pay back.

Missy, down at the post office, said it was a damn shame the Raines were losing their place. Mike, at the gas station, had smugly grinned when he’d said it would be good riddance of the whole Raine family when the bank foreclosed. Trina had listened to it all, feeling really bad for the man she secretly had a crush on. They’d never spoken to each other so she hadn’t had an opportunity to tell him she was sorry for the mess he was in.

The grocery checker just that morning had given Trina the latest gossip going around town. Navarro’s long time girlfriend, a leggy redhead named Tammy Brent, had dumped him as soon as she’d heard he was going to lose everything. It had pissed Trina off when she’d driven home, thinking how unfair that was. She’d seen the younger woman all over town, but had never liked the outspoken, trashy woman much. It spoke volumes of Tammy’s low character to dump a man when he was down for trouble not even of his own making.

Trina swallowed another sip of whiskey. The liquid burned down into her belly again. As she’d put away her groceries hours earlier, her mind had fixed on Navarro’s money problems, his mean ex-girlfriend, and suddenly a crazy plan had formed. It is crazy, she reminded herself. He’s never going to go for it in a million years and he’ll think I’m a nut job.

Her gaze lifted again, automatically locking onto Navarro. Only a blind woman couldn’t see how hot he was and there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with Trina’s eyesight. Her attraction to him was so strong that her heart raced every time she laid eyes on the tall hunk. Her panties were wet just watching him from across the room.

He stood about six-foot-two with silky black hair that fell to his shoulders, accented by his deeply tan skin. He worked out often, judging from his muscular arms and broad shoulders that tightly filled out a red flannel shirt. Though he was sitting, she knew he had lean hips, a tight ass that looked amazing in his faded jeans, and long, muscular legs. He always wore jeans that molded to every inch of his body, from h*ps to calves and he kept his big feet encased in faded black cowboy boots. He was damn near perfect from the neck down.

A scar ran a few inches along his jawline, a thin white line only noticeable if he tilted his head back in good lighting. She’d heard he’d gotten that from his rodeo days when he was younger, working the circuit. A few more scars were said to be at his temple but his long hair hid those. He had the kind of eyes a woman could stare into for hours—a dark, stormy blue framed by thick black eyelashes. His bone structure was strong with dominant cheekbones that some might think made him appear a little harsh but Trina didn’t agree. He was just damn sexy to her.

One glance at her watch revealed that if she didn’t do this now, he’d leave soon. He worked hard on his horse ranch and when he visited the only bar in town, he usually left around