Redheads raiding his bunk, blondes batting eyelashes, brunettes bearing food... One by one they came after Jake Randall. Now, Jake had been known to stare down a charging bull at three paces, but these husband-hunting females made him turn tail and run!
But the only way he could outrun his newly married, matchmaking brothers was to find a girlfriend himself. A pretend girlfriend. And there was only one female he knew he'd be safe with-ranch vet B. J. Anderson. He'd worked alongside her for months. Heck, he'd even taught her son to rope a calf. Surely she'd save him from marriage and fatherhood.
And then Jake made one tactical error: To seal their bargain, he kissed her...
