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She’ll risk everything to bring her cowboy back home…
One week ago, Cyrus Cahill told Ashley Jo “AJ” Somerfield that he’d be back in her arms by the weekend. He just needed to buy a bull for his ranch, and then they’d pick up where they left off after that romantic ride through the foothills. But now he’s gone missing and everyone—even the sheriff—believes he’s dead.
Everyone…but AJ. She suspects foul play and she won’t rest until Cyrus is back home in Gilt Edge, right where he belongs. Because Cyrus isn’t the kind of cowboy who breaks a promise. And since she’s not the kind of woman who gives up on her man, AJ will risk anything to help bring him home…even her own life.
Don’t miss this suspenseful conclusion of The Montana Cahills series from New York Times bestselling author B.J. Daniels.
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Sheriff Flint Cahill had been thinking about how quiet Gilt Edge had been lately, when a call was put through to his office. Before he could pick it up, the dispatcher appeared in his doorway looking worried.
Betty said nothing as he lifted the receiver, but he was already praying the call wasn’t about the baby. He’d recently become the proud father of a baby girl who was the spitting image of her mother. But little Elizabeth, named after his sister, Lillie, had been small and he worried.
“Sheriff Cahill,” he said into the phone and held his breath.
But it wasn’t the voice of his wife, Maggie, on the other end of the line with the bad news.
“Sheriff Flint Cahill?” a man asked with a West Indies accent.
He glanced up to see that Betty was gone. He began to breathe a little easier. “Yes? How may I help you?”
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news. Your brother Cyrus Cahill?”
“Yes.” He sat up a little straighter, holding the phone tighter.
“He has disappeared and believed to have gone overboard.”
“Gone overboard?” Flint repeated, thinking he must have heard wrong.
“Yes, he has fallen off the cruise ship he was on.”
Flint shook his head. “I’m sorry, who did you say you were?”
“The police commissioner here on the island of St. Augusta in the Caribbean.”
He felt a surge of relief. Was this some kind of scam call? “I’m afraid there’s been a mistake. My brother is nowhere near the Caribbean. Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll call you right back.”
That usually took care of the scam calls.
“Of course.” The man gave him a number, taking Flint by surprise. If this was some trick to extort money… He ran a quick internet search before dialing the number, which appeared to be from the island of St. Augusta in the Caribbean.
Flint couldn’t imagine what was going on. Was it possible Cyrus’s identity had been stolen?
The police commissioner answered on the third ring. “I know this must come as shocking news.”
“Shocking yes, since my brother is on his way home from Denver, Colorado.” Cyrus had gone down to look at a bull he was considering buying for the family ranch. “The last place he would be is on a cruise in the Caribbean. But if someone is using his name…”
“Perhaps this will clear everything up,” the man said. “I can email you a photograph taken on the ship after the couple was married by the captain.”
He almost laughed. There was definitely a mistake. Cyrus married—let alone on a cruise ship in the Caribbean? Flint gave him his email address and waited.
Moments later an email popped up on his computer. He opened the link from St. Augusta’s Police Department assuring himself that this mistake would be rectified quickly once he… Flint felt all the breath rush from his lungs.
In the photograph Cyrus was wearing a tuxedo. He had his arm around an attractive blonde in an emerald green gown. Both were smiling at the camera. In the background was a turquoise blue sea. Closer was the name of the ship: The Majestic Goddess of the Caribbean.