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Terrell? In addition to a dozen or so judges, politicians and captains of industry, Gabriella had slept with a rancher from Colorado.
    It didn’t fit her pattern. And, unfortunately, it meant Sawyer had just lost some of his leverage. He couldn’t threaten to out Niki with Reed and Caleb if they were truly her brothers. That got him wondering if they knew who she was. Were they playing along with the ruse to protect her, or had she kept her true identity a secret from them?
    If they knew the truth, then he was working against the entire Terrell clan, not just Niki. He scrambled to wrap his mind around that possibility. If they were all on alert, then a single misstep on his part would be a disaster.
    He quickly caught up to her as she climbed the small rise toward the house. “You must have been excited to find them,” he probed.
    When she answered, there was a tightness to her tone.
    “You mean because I went from being all alone in the world to having two of the greatest brothers in existence? Yes, I was excited to find them.”
    He tried to decipher her meaning. Were they great brothers because they were protecting her secret? “So, no other siblings?”
    “None,” she answered briskly, skipping into a jog.
    She paused by a blue-and-white cooler, flipping the lid, dipping in to pull out a soft drink.
    Sawyer hung back, pausing at the edge of the crowd.
    “Travis Jacobs.” Another cowboy stepped up and offered his hand.
    “Sawyer Smith.” Sawyer shook, forcing himself to regroup. More than ever, he knew he had to take his time with this. Finding the diary was going to be a marathon, not a sprint.
    “I hear we’re neighbors,” said Travis.
    “Word gets around fast.”
    “I’m Mandy and Katrina’s brother. We have the spread that borders southeast of the Terrells.”
    “Mandy and Katrina are sisters?” Sawyer’s research had told him as much, but the two women certainly didn’t look anything alike.
    “Jacobs, both of them.”
    And both married to Niki’s brothers, which tied Travis to Niki, as well. If the Terrells and the Jacobs were anything like the Laytons, family was family, and they’d protect their own.
    “Beer?” Travis asked, filling the temporary gap in conversation.
    “Sure.”
    Travis crossed to the nearest cooler and extracted two cans of Budweiser, returning to pass one to Sawyer.
    “The Raklin place?” Travis asked.
    “That’s the one.”
    “Good graze in the high country. Water issues in late September, but I expect you’ve looked into that.”
    Sawyer popped the top of his beer, letting his gaze focus on Niki as she spread mayonnaise on a hamburger bun then layered on slices of pickles. Katrina was beside her, laughing and chatting one moment, then talking low into her ear the next. He hadn’t expected this much of a shield around Niki. In fact, he hadn’t expected anyone to be close to her at all.
    “I hear the water-license issue is going to be resolved soon,” he said to Travis.
    Travis laughed. “Anybody define ‘soon’ for you?”
    Sawyer couldn’t help but smile at Travis’s skepticism. Truth was, the long-term viability of the Raklin place as a working ranch was the least of Sawyer’s worries. He only expected to own it for a few months. Dylan Bennett, the ranch manager’s son from the Layton family’s Montana ranch had agreed to come out and run the spread in the short term to keep up appearances.
    But as soon as Sawyer was done with Niki, his lawyers would put it back on the market. And, if the water license proved a stumbling block to selling, Sawyer could solve it with a single phone call. Charles might be the senator from Maryland, but he golfed with the senator from Colorado, and he had a whole lot of D.C. markers he could call in.
    Assuming, of course, Gabriella’s diary didn’t get him kicked out of office and thrown in jail first.
    “We’ve been fighting that particular war for a couple of years now,” said Travis.
    “Need any