The Lost Sheenan's Bride (Taming of the Sheenans Book 6) Read Online Free

and papers and slid everything into her leather backpack and headed out of Java Café before she could look at Shane again.
    She should have left a half hour ago.
    Outside, Jet breathed in the cold, winter night, her breath clouding in the frigid air, and walked briskly to her car parked a couple blocks away, over by the mercantile. It was already dark even though it wasn’t even five-thirty yet but she glanced up as she unlocked her car door, as if the jagged mountains, or snowcapped Copper Mountain, would be visible. If it was a clear night and the moon full, she would have seen Copper Mountain’s peak rising behind the domed courthouse, but tonight’s heavy clouds promised more snow. With or without snow, the turn of the century town was postcard pretty.
    She could see why Harley had fallen in love with Marietta—well, okay, Brock Sheenan and his adorable twins—but also this community. Marietta, a little over a half hour from Bozeman, seemed to have everything, and although Harley had warned her about the cold and snow and ice, Jet loved it, preferring the dusting of white, to Central California with its months of gray from the tule fog, which could blanket the San Joaquin valley from November through early March.
    The only time Jet didn’t love the cold was on the days the wind howled down through Paradise Valley, rattling the single pane windows in the one room schoolhouse. On those days the one hundred and seventeen year old, wooden building shook and shivered and everyone inside shook and shivered a bit. The kids rarely complained, though, hardened to Montana winters. Jet just pulled on her knit gloves and continued teaching, peeling her layers off as the day warmed.
    It was a short drive from downtown to Kara’s house on Bramble. Four blocks at the most, and it was a pleasant surprise to see Kara’s car in the driveway. Kara, a Crawford County district attorney, worked long hours, and Jet really enjoyed Kara’s company when she was around.
    But entering the house, Jet heard voices coming from the living room. Kara wasn’t alone. Quietly closing the door, Jet thought she recognized the voices. Sounded like one of the Sheenan brothers. “I want him out. I’ve wanted him gone since December.”
    “I don’t think you have grounds to evict him,” Kara replied. “But if you’ve gone to a month to month lease, just don’t renew for the next month.”
    “So he’d stay another thirty days? Hell, no. I want Swan gone.”
    Swan. Were they talking about Shane?
    Jet chewed her lip, suddenly uncertain if she should leave, or continue to her room. She didn’t want to interrupt, but there was no way to get to her room without passing the others.
    She opened the front door again and this time closed it hard, announcing her arrival, before walking briskly across the hall floor.
    She paused in front of the living room, feigning surprise when she spotted Troy and Cormac Sheenan with Kara.
    Conversation broke off and all three glanced her way.
    “Hello.” She smiled brightly. “Don’t let me interrupt,” she added. “I’m heading to my room to finish grading.”
    “We’re just about finished,” Troy said, rising. He crossed the room to give her a quick hug. “How are you? How was your day?”
    He was tall, like all the Sheenans, and she had to tilt her head back to see his face. “School didn’t burn down. Kids got home safely. I’m still standing.” Jet glanced from Troy to Cormac. Cormac was on his feet, too, but he was frowning. He definitely wasn’t happy. “How are two of my favorite Sheenans?”
    “Good,” Troy answered. “Just getting some advice.”
    “Kara is good for that,” Jet agreed. “Talk on. I’ll be at my desk, working, so I won’t be in your way.”
    In her room, Jet dropped everything on the desk, and then peeled off her coat and kicked off her shoes before flinging herself on the bed, aware that Shane was the one renting the Sheenan house. He’d been on the Sheenan ranch