Ramagos, Tonya - Strictly Accountable [Stud Service 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free

him. The workings of the ranch fell to him when their father died as they had all known it would. His sisters branched away from ranch life long ago, finding their own way in careers they each loved.
    “I could call in a favor or two for you.” Lyle plucked imaginary lint from his pant leg. “I’ve got some connections at Beck and Associates among other places.”
    Not a chance . “Thanks but, like I said, I’ve already got someone coming out.” Brody glanced at the red oak grandfather clock in the foyer outside the living room doors. “She should be getting here any time.”
    “Who is she?” Gabrielle might not argue with his decisions, but she liked to stay informed.
    “Sabrina Gibson.” A woman who reminded him a lot of his sisters, as long as he didn’t start thinking about her long dark hair and how it would look falling around her face as she settled her mouth over his rigid cock.
    Brody silently swore and paced a new path across the living room floor. His niece stirred on his shoulder, whimpering softly, and took a deep breath that gave every indication of her intent to return to an ear-piercing cry. He soothed her with a gentle palm on her tiny back and nonsensical whispers in her ear.
    “Sabrina Gibson,” Gabrielle repeated and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. “I’ve never heard of her.”
    “What firm is she with?” Lyle wanted to know.
    “Mason Tax Service.”
    Lyle attempted to disguise a scoff with a cough. He failed. “Brody, I don’t want to tell you how to handle your family affairs…”
    “Then don’t.” Brody didn’t bother to glance his brother-in-law’s way, but he saw the other man shift and sit up straighter out of the corner of his eye. He also caught the look Gabrielle shot him, a warning that clearly read for him to play nice.
    “Don’t you think you need someone with a little more training and knowledge?” Lyle apparently missed the cautious exchange between brother and sister as well as Brody’s simple but subtle hint to stay out of his business. “You need someone with more experience than a tax preparer?”
    And you need to learn to keep her nose where it belongs . Rather than let the words fly, Brody turned to Gabrielle. If she needed reassurance of how he intended to handle the situation, he would gladly give it to her. Lyle, on the other hand, could go suck on a turnip.
    “I’ve checked her out,” he told Gabrielle. “Christy’s checked her out, too.” He reckoned knowing their oldest sister ran a background on Sabrina would elevate any questions from Gabrielle’s mind. “Sabrina has a bachelor’s in accounting. She’s preparing for the CPA exam. She’s a manager with Mason and works on the side with fledgling companies to straighten out their accounts and get them back on their feet for far less fees than these local big wig firms. She’s also the second oldest daughter of William and Maria Gibson from Destiny, Texas.”
    Recognition showed in Gabrielle’s expression. “They’re oil money.”
    Brody nodded. “That’s right, but they’re cattle ranchers first, though.”
    “She’ll know how a ranch operates, what to look for, and be able to spot the problems.”
    “Which is exactly why I went looking for her,” Brody agreed. “I’ve got this itch that’s telling me this doesn’t stop with taxes. I want someone who’s going to know where to look and how to spot it.”
    “You know best, brother.” Gabrielle stepped to him and lightly ran her hand over the back of her baby’s head now lying on Brody’s shoulder.
    “Is she asleep?” Brody couldn’t tell, but the even breathing and lack of whimpering made him think so.
    Gabrielle nodded. “No surprise there. You comfort her when no one else can.” She stepped back, angling her head thoughtfully. “This Sabrina, didn’t her oldest sister get married last month? I remember seeing something about it in the Nashville papers. Very pretty.”
    Leave it to Gabrielle not to miss an