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

clocks.”
    Good natured grumbling and the exchange of a few playful jabs were what the employees of D. Walker Mineral observed as their new owners filed through the work area. Elaine, the mineral and oil rights specialist, and Abby, the receptionist/bookkeeper, exchanged glances. Rogue saw Abby roll her eyes and he winked at her. He didn’t blame the staff for having concerns about the Walker brothers. If he was in their shoes, he might be passing out his resume and hunting a job anywhere but D. Walker Mineral.
    “We’ll see you guys tomorrow?” Elaine asked, her arms folded over her chest.
    Rogue tipped his hat. “You can count on it. We’ve got this covered.”
    The other three looked at him as if he was deluded, but Rogue knew they could do it. His brothers were cut from the same cloth as he was. He might not know a lot about his heritage, but he did know one thing…Walkers don’t give up.
     
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    “When will you get back?” Kit hooked her feet behind the legs of the dining table chair, her chin resting on her hand as she lusted after her handsome fiancé who was buttoning his black western shirt.
    “Before midnight, I promise.” Rogue grabbed his vest, slipping it on. “If you need me, call - anytime.” He knew there were a few overnight guests at White Wing, the hunting lodge that Kit and her mother owned, but her mother was off visiting friends. A couple of employees and Kit would be holding down the fort for a few days. Since Dave Parker’s attempt on Kit’s life, he hated to let her out of his sight. Her stepfather had only married Kit’s mother to get his hands on some bearer bonds that he knew Will Ross had hidden somewhere on White Wing property. When Kit had gotten in his way, he had lashed out at her, ready to hurt or kill her to get his hands on the money. Automatically, he picked up his handgun, slipping it into the concealed holster at the back of his belt.
    “Do you have to carry that gun, Rogue? Do you think it’s necessary?”
    Her voice wasn’t argumentative. She was just asking a reasonable question that she needed an answer to. “I’ve been carrying it for several years. Kansas recognizes a valid Texas concealed handgun permit. When you’re out in the brush as much as I am in rattlesnake country, you appreciate it. Besides, I might have to rescue some damsel in distress.”
    She gave him a sexy smirk. “As long as that damsel is me, I guess it’s okay. Just don’t fool around and shoot yourself.”
    “I’m a crack shot, sweetie.” He studied her beautiful face. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can cancel this outing if you need me to stay with you.”
    “I told you for the tenth time, I’ll be fine. I’m just bushed, working those new horses really took a lot out of me today. They’re all fine stock, but they’re not as good as Rogue-Angel. I’d give anything for one of his colts.” Her wishful observation gave Rogue an idea and he mentally filed it away for later.
    “Okay, I just have to make sure my baby is good. You’re my responsibility now,” he assured her.
    “I’m perfectly fine.” Her contented smile gave Rogue a sense of peace. She was happy. The money from the bearer bonds that her father left her had gone a long way to alleviate the financial problems of renovating White Wing and paying off the money her step-father had borrowed against their land. Now, she could concentrate on training her roping horses and helping out her mom with White Wing. No more financial troubles. “You go and have a good time, just come home horny.”
    Rogue threw his head back and laughed, catching Kit to him. “No question about that, all I have to do is think of you and I have to hold my hat in front of my crotch.”
    Kit eyed his sizeable package. “You might need to invest in a ten-gallon hat.” At Rogue’s smirk, she sighed. Life was good. “Do you have a pair of swimming trunks to take on the cruise? We leave Friday night. I can make a trip into town if