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    Snow In Montana
    Snow In Montana
    Snow In Montana
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    Snow In Montana

    By RJ Scott

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    An actor in the closet, a sheriff in love, and memories that won’t stay hidden.

    Jordan Darby is known as the King of Christmas. The star of eight made-for-TV Christmas movies, the leading man who always gets his girl. Filming at Crooked Tree Ranch in Montana, in the ice and snow, Jordan is fighting to make a go of his new company and dealing with fears of exposure over one huge secret. After all, who the hell would buy into him being a romantic straight lead if rumors about him being gay were proven to be true?

    Sheriff Ryan Carter is advising on the new movie being made at Crooked Tree. He hoped this would be one day of work and nothing more. Until, that is, he meets the hero. But while Jordan is sexy, he’s also very much stuck in the closet—everything that Ryan doesn’t need in his life. And then lust becomes part of the equation, and Ryan’s quiet life is thrown into turmoil.

    Their story unfolds against the chaos that overtakes the ranch, with Adam regaining memories that terrify him and make him look at Justin differently, and Justin leaving the ranch to make things right. Only through trusting in love and friendship can Justin and Adam learn to look to the future instead of letting the past destroy everything. But will they ever see clearly enough to do that?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRJ Scott
    Release dateDec 8, 2016
    ISBN9781785640599
    Snow In Montana
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    RJ Scott

    RJ Scott is the author of the best selling Male/Male romances The Christmas Throwaway, The Heart Of Texas and the Sanctuary Series of books.She writes romances between two strong men and always gives them the happy ever after they deserve.

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      ONE

      Ryan

      Ryan Carter watched the visitors arrive from the window of Marcus Allens’ house. From his vantage point he could see two men and a woman get out of the rental car; one of the men had to be helped out, and the other two were fussing over him.

      Coffee? Jay asked, passing a mug to Ryan.

      Thanks. Is that them?

      Ryan had been called into this meeting at Crooked Tree, to meet with representatives of Darby Films. Jay had said they needed advice on permits, but Ryan convinced himself it was just an excuse to have him sitting at the table in his uniform, lending a solid security presence to the discussions.

      Jay was proud that Crooked Tree had been chosen as the location; the money they received for it would be responsible for helping Crooked Tree into the black this year. He’d promised the film company anonymity and security—Ryan’s role in this.

      Yeah, that’s them, Jay said. Jordan and Micah Darby. They’re twins and both used to be actors but Micah gave it up. The woman with them is their executive assistant, Angie Holmes.

      Don’t know which it is, Ryan said and tapped the glass, but one of the men looks drunk.

      Jay let out a soft sigh. LA types. He left to get his own coffee.

      Ryan took a seat at the table, and when Jordan Darby finally walked in the room, Ryan was convinced his assessment was spot on. He prided himself on his ability to make quick judgments. In his job as sheriff, he was often put in situations that he had to size up immediately. He could look someone in the eyes and see their intentions, or at least be able to make an educated assumption.

      All evidence pointed to Jordan Darby being hungover. Dark glasses hid his eyes, and he arrived at the meeting five minutes later than the other two.

      Dark glasses. In February. Fuck’s sake.

      Five minutes in which Jordan’s twin, Micah, and their PA, Angie, had to make small talk about the weather and the horses, and make excuses for the errant Jordan. Something about Jordan struggling with a cold.

      Yeah, right.

      Ryan didn’t take long to make up his mind. Jordan was evidently a class-A douchebag who thought way too much of himself. His handshake was strong, but the mumbled hello that went with it had all the sincerity of an infomercial. When the man slumped into the nearest chair and looked pathetically at Angie, she fetched him coffee.

      Yep. Douchebag.

      The actor, production owner, whatever, fell on the coffee like it was lifeblood and hunched over it, wrapping both hands around the mug.

      That’s one hell of a hangover.

      Jordan and Micah sat together, and Ryan noticed the differences straightaway. He’d read up on the Darby twins, on this Jordan, B-list actor and industry-acclaimed King of Christmas. His website was full of gushing reviews of movies with titles like Twinkle at Christmas, The Holly Hook, and several others, all with one thing in common: Christmas. Jordan had made a living from being the hero in made-for-TV romances, and he clearly had a high opinion of himself.

      Micah leaned in and spoke to his brother quietly; Jordan side-eyed him and gave a subtle shake of his head.

      Ryan watched the interaction and the small frown on Micah’s face. He helped himself to more coffee before sitting, as unobtrusively as someone who came in at six-four could, at the opposite end of the table to the LA types. He hunkered down in the chair and sipped at the hot brew, looking over the rim of his cup at the rest of the people there. Every so often he would look back at Jordan, but the guy hadn’t moved; he actually looked really pale and a little shaky, and Ryan’s spidey senses went on alert. Was the man on something?

      Shall we start? Jay asked.

      Sam slipped into the seat next to Jay. Sam was in charge of catering for this venture while Jay project-managed the whole event. Jay didn’t look fazed by the actor slumped in the chair, but then, that was Jay. Crooked Tree needed the business. Being used as a filming location was a feather in Jay’s cap, and he was 200 percent behind making it work.

      Whatever. He’d already roped Ryan in, citing security and permits, but Ryan was just here for the coffee and Ashley’s amazing cakes. Any excuse to visit Crooked Tree was a good one.

      Talking of which… he leaned over and helped himself to a blueberry and lemon muffin and a slice of apple sponge, then sat back, only to see Jordan had taken off his sunglasses and was blinking right at him. He had the most intense blue-gray eyes, and had Ryan been one to wax lyrical, he would call them the color of the storms that rolled in over the mountains and swept down the valleys.

      They were also focused right on Ryan, then down at the plate before returning to him.

      And then Jordan smiled at him. A perfect smile, with perfect white teeth. A smile that caused dimples to pop and made Ryan wonder what the hell Jordan was doing.

      Good cake? Jordan asked. His voice was husky, and he finished on a cough into his hand.

      Ryan arched a brow. Very good. And then, as if he thought Jordan was going to walk over and steal what he’d chosen, he very deliberately took a bite of the muffin. Of course, that didn’t go entirely according to plan, and he ended up with the sticky cake wedged to the roof of his mouth, which meant he couldn’t say anything else. But still, these were his cakes.

      I want to apologize, Jordan said with that husky voice. He was talking to Jay alone now, his tone full of remorse. I can’t seem to shake this virus.

      Day four, Micah said, with an added huff and an elbow into Jordan’s side.

      Can we get you anything? Jay asked solicitously.

      A new set of lungs, Jordan said and then coughed again.

      That actually made Ryan smile inwardly. For a douche, he was actually funny at that moment.

      Jay chuckled and then handed around copies of the media pack that had come from Darby Films.

      Ryan traced the logo with one finger. The logo was made to look like a heart, befitting a company that created romantic movies. After looking closer, he saw it was two pieces of film layered on top of each other in pink and orange. He skimmed the three-page letter; most of it talked about accommodation and catering, and only the penultimate paragraph dealt with security and regulations.

      He’d already covered most of what he needed to do for his consultation fee, paid direct to the sheriff’s department. It was tiring that his boss at County had such a hard-on for movies, because he’d said there was no way he was missing out on this kind of event in the ass end of Montana. Ryan thought he’d get away with phoning this in, but his friends Jay and Sam were here, waiting for his input.

      Nate has some specific requests regarding the use of ranch horses, Jay said, tapping the papers with the end of his pen.

      Angie took that one. We’ll have on-site accreditation from the Humane Society. My notes say we have three scenes with the horses direct. Is that doable?

      Absolutely, Jay said immediately. Nate is the man you need to talk to when you begin filming.

      Angie noted that. Nate Todd, am I right? I’ve already spoken to him directly. Will we be meeting him today?

      Jay looked pained but quickly covered it up.

      Ryan had seen that look before and had witnessed Nate being all stubborn about not coming down from his work with the horses just to schmooze with city types. Ryan was totally behind that train of thought… and yet here he was anyway.

      He’s out on a trail, Jay said.

      I thought the ranch was closed to guests? Angie asked, with concern lacing her tone. We were told we had full run of the space.

      No guests, Jay said, clearly realizing he’d dug a hole trying to explain away Nate’s absence. Just horse work.

      Ryan bit his lip. That was lame. He glanced over at Jordan and saw the man staring right at him. Again. Ryan deliberately looked away and focused back on Jay, who changed the subject. He listened to Jay summarize what they had so far, and then they reached the part Ryan could talk about and he straightened a little.

      The sheriff’s brother is with the fire department, Jay began, turning the conversation right over to Ryan, who was wishing right about then that he’d managed to get out of this meeting like Nate had.

      Ryan was the youngest of five brothers. Jason, the next youngest, was a fireman; the middle sibling a paramedic; next up an accountant; and his oldest brother, Saul, owned a local bar. Ryan was nothing if not prepared for all eventualities, and he had a sense of pride when he talked about them; all their own men despite their shitty start in life.

      He began, I asked Jason about the regulations for pyrotechnics, and he’s escalated it to Division.

      Does the division foresee any circumstances where we would need to cut down on the scenes we require? Angie asked.

      Well, I saw Jason at dinner last night and he said he was happy with everything— Ryan began.

      That’s not what I asked, Angie said, in an efficient, icy tone. This firefighter, Jason, may be your brother, but we need an expert’s opinion in writing. Not your say so that someone is happy with what he’s seen.

      Ryan didn’t like her tone and he went from relaxed to formal in an instant. If official was what she wanted then that was what she was going to get. Lieutenant Jason Carter has run the assessments, and signed off on the location, and has confirmed in writing, that he has escalated any issues that he felt needed addressing.

      Angie winced. Sorry, I meant no offense.

      Micah interjected. This is Darby Films’ first location shoot, I think we’re all a little bit on edge and want everything to go well.

      Shit. Now Ryan felt guilty. He’d definitely come over as territorial and defensive. Added to which, Jay was now looking at him pointedly, which made him feel worse.

      And Jordan was still looking at him too, which made him think he had crumbs on his chin, or his hair was sticking up or something. He wasn’t the kind of guy who stood for hours in front of a mirror fussing over his hair, which stubbornly curled around his face. His hair was just a little too long, parted at one side, and fell in two heavy bangs—not quite sheriff-style, but he always attempted to keep it regulation length.

      Well, most of the time.

      He very likely did have crumbs all over him. Cake was his thing; he had a weakness for them, but his tall frame could carry it off and his belly wasn’t overly soft.

      Yet.

      According to his brothers, Ryan was the most likely to end up looking like a teddy bear, all cuddly. Self-consciously he wiped his face with a napkin and glanced down at the front of his uniform to check for crumbs. Then he rested one hand on his belly, which was mostly tight and flat, thank you very much, asshole brothers.

      Can we talk catering? Angie said, and Ryan settled into listening, or at least pretending to listen.

      Sam launched into a summary of what he would be doing with Ashley, all enthusiasm and big grins. Sam made Ryan nervous in ways he didn’t want to have to think about. The man flirted unashamedly, or he had until he’d hooked up with Justin.

      That was who Sam was, and for some time Ryan had a thing for him. Who wouldn’t? Sam was this bundle of focused energy, cute, sexy, and funny. He was also very much off the market now, in love with Justin, and Ryan had left it just that little bit too late to approach Sam for a date. Not that he ever stood a chance with Sam anyway. Because, to get a date, you’d at least need to talk to the man you wanted to ask out.

      Jordan coughed again and Angie went to get more coffee, which Jordan took with a grateful smile. Ryan watched her press a hand to Jordan’s forehead and grimace, but Jordan didn’t move away.

      Clearly the sexy, stormy-eyed, B-list actor who stared at Ryan was taken.

      Let’s talk finance, Micah said from Jordan’s side. Jordan relaxed abruptly as Micah took over. We’ve paid the deposit and permit payments. When we talked, you were happy with the structured payments, with the bulk to be paid after March 27. We appreciate this isn’t how things normally work, but we are a new company, and as such we’d like to release our investment in stages.

      We can work with that.

      We don’t want you in the red in any way, though, Micah added. And every payment will be made before we leave site.

      When do you think that will be? Ryan asked, because he felt like he should be saying something.

      March 31, Angie said. The filming is scheduled up until March 23, but we’d like some leeway, so the booking is from this weekend until the end of March.

      Six weeks, Jordan added and coughed again.

      Ryan winced. Half at the rasping sound, half because of the germs now circulating the room. Not that he was ever ill, but still, it wasn’t professional of this actor be here and be coughing over everyone, right?

      Micah laid a hand on Jordan’s arm and squeezed it, and Jordan nodded. I need to get some air, he announced. I’ll leave the rest to Micah and Angie.

      He shook hands with Jay, then Sam, and finally Ryan. Could I talk to you outside? he asked Ryan as he released his hold.

      Ryan glanced at Jay, who shrugged. Obviously, he didn’t know what was up.

      Sure. Ryan refilled his coffee mug and followed Jordan outside.

      Today was particularly bright, the sun startling against the crystals of snow, and Ryan wished he hadn’t left his sunglasses in the car. Jordan winced at the light and slipped on his own glasses before leading him down to the bridge and the shade of the huge trees by the water. The air was frosty, but they both had thick jackets. Only Jordan was shivering. LA Boy probably wasn’t used to a Montana winter.

      You need a better coat, Ryan informed him, then bit his lip because this was a client for Crooked Tree and he’d already fucked up with defending his brother.

      I know. Jordan wrapped his hands around himself, hopping rather pathetically from foot to foot. Not much call for thick winter coats in LA, he added. Then he glanced up at the sky.

      Ryan wished he could see the stormy eyes, get a closer look at them to see whether they were bluer out here, less steel gray.

      I bet, Ryan offered lamely. There was something about Jordan that had him feeling off-balance. That air of vulnerability from being sick, with the shine of money and designer clothes, the beauty of a perfect face with gorgeous eyes, and the whole staring thing.

      So, I have this security thing…. Jordan shivered again.

      Ryan took his arm and led him down to his cruiser, opened the door and gestured inside, then climbed into the driver’s side and turned on the heater. Jordan seemed grateful, opening his coat after a while and resting his head back on the headrest.

      What kind of a security thing? That sounds pretty vague. I have protocols, but unless you think people knowing you’re here will cause a stampede of fans to invade us, I doubt we’ll have much to worry about.

      Jordan smiled then, a soft smile, and he pressed his fingers to his temples. No, I don’t have those kind of fans, and we’re in the middle of nowhere.

      Ryan wasn’t going to take exception to that. Crooked Tree might be part of the center of his universe, but that didn’t mean Jordan wasn’t right about it being kind of isolated out here.

      I had an issue last year, Jordan continued. He picked at the hem of his jersey. Shit, this is embarrassing.

      We’re covered by cop-client confidentiality, Ryan announced.

      That’s a thing? Jordan sounded surprised.

      "Not really, but

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