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  He’s not a man to be played with.

  Not without consequences.

  For five years, Levi Tucker had no control over his life, locked up for a crime he didn’t commit. Never again would any woman—any desire—overtake this cowboy’s common sense. Now Faith Grayson, the sexy, brilliant architect he’s hired to design his grand new house, is sorely testing his resolve. Faith is too young. Too innocent. Maybe just too tempting.

  “Well, honey, I can tell you for a fact that I have a little bit of dark that I carry around with me.”

  “I guess as long as we stay in the light it should be okay.”

  Levi was tempted to toy with her. He didn’t know if she was being intentionally flirtatious. But there was something so open, so innocent about her expression, he doubted it.

  “I’m going to go sketch,” Faith said. “Now that I’ve seen the place, and you’ve sent over all the meaningful information, I should be able to come up with an initial draft. And then I can send it over to you.”

  “Sounds good,” he said. “Then what?”

  “Then we’ll arrange another meeting.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” he said, extending his hand. He shouldn’t touch her again. But he wanted to.

  Pink colored her cheeks. A blush.

  Dammit all, the woman had blushed.

  Women who blushed were not for men like him.

  * * *

  Need Me, Cowboy by New York Times

  bestselling author Maisey Yates

  is part of the Copper Ridge series.

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  “Their relationship is displayed with a quick writing style full of double entendres, sexy sarcasm and enough passion to melt the mountain snow!”

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  “Yates’s thrilling...contemporary proves that friendship can evolve into scintillating romance.... This is a surefire winner not to be missed.”

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  Maisey Yates

  Need Me, Cowboy

  In Copper Ridge, Oregon, lasting love with a cowboy is only a happily-ever-after away. Don’t miss any of Maisey Yates’s Copper Ridge tales, available now!

  From Harlequin Desire

  Take Me, Cowboy

  Hold Me, Cowboy

  Seduce Me, Cowboy

  Claim Me, Cowboy

  Want Me, Cowboy

  Need Me, Cowboy

  From HQN Books

  Shoulda Been a Cowboy (prequel novella)

  Part Time Cowboy

  Brokedown Cowboy

  Bad News Cowboy

  A Copper Ridge Christmas (ebook novella)

  The Cowboy Way

  Hometown Heartbreaker (ebook novella)

  One Night Charmer

  Tough Luck Hero

  Last Chance Rebel

  Slow Burn Cowboy

  Down Home Cowboy

  Wild Ride Cowboy

  Christmastime Cowboy

  For more books by Maisey Yates, visit maiseyyates.com.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Wild Ride Rancher by Maureen Child

  Prologue

  Levi Tucker

  Oregon State Penitentiary

  2605 State St., Salem, OR 97310

  Dear Ms. Grayson,

  Due to certain circumstances, my prison sentence is coming to its end sooner than originally scheduled. I’ve been following your career and I’d like to hire you to design the house I intend to have built.

  Sincerely,

  Levi Tucker

  * * *

  Dear Mr. Tucker,

  How nice that you’re soon to be released from prison. I imagine that’s a great relief. As you can imagine, my work is in very high demand and I doubt I’ll be able to take on a project with such short notice.

  Regretfully,

  Faith Grayson

  * * *

  Dear Ms. Grayson,

  Whatever your usual fee is, I can double it.

  Sincerely,

  Levi Tucker

  * * *

  Dear Mr. Tucker,

  To be perfectly frank, I looked you up on Google. My brothers would take a dim view of me agreeing to take this job.

  Respectfully,

  Faith Grayson

  * * *

  Dear Ms. Grayson,

  Search again. You’ll find I am in the process of being exonerated. Also, what your brothers don’t know won’t hurt anything. I’ll triple your fee.

  Sincerely,

  Levi Tucker

  * * *

  Dear Mr. Tucker,

  If you need to contact me, be sure to use my personal number, listed at the bottom of this page.

  I trust we’ll be in contact upon your release.

  Faith

  One

  Levi Tucker wasn’t a murderer.

  It was a fact that was now officially recognized by the law.

  He didn’t know what he had expected upon his release from prison. Relief, maybe. He imagined that was what most men might feel. Instead, the moment the doors to the penitentiary had closed behind him, Levi had felt something else.

  A terrible, pure anger that burned through his veins with a kind of white-hot clarity that would have stunned him if it hadn’t felt so inevitable.

  The fact of the matter was, Levi Tucker had always known he wasn’t a murderer.

  And all the state of Oregon had ever had was a hint of suspicion. Hell, they hadn’t even had a body.

  Mostly because Alicia wasn’t dead.

  In many ways, that added insult to injury, because he still had to divorce the woman who had set out to make it look as though he had killed her. They were still married. Of course, the moment he’d been able to, he’d filed, and he knew everything was in the process of being sorted out.

  He doubted she would contest.

  But then, how could he really know?

  He had thought he’d known the woman. Hell, he’d married her. And while he’d been well aware that everything hadn’t been perfect, he had not expected his wife to disappear one hot summer night, leaving behind implications of foul play.

  Even if the result hadn’t been intentional, she could have resurfaced at any point after she’d disappeared
.

  When he was being questioned. When he had been arrested.

  She hadn’t.

  Leaving him to assume that his arrest, disgrace and abject humiliation had been her goal.

  It made him wonder now if their relationship had been a long-tail game all the time.

  The girl who’d loved him in spite of his family’s reputation in Copper Ridge. The one who’d vowed to stick with him through everything. No matter whether he made his fortune or not. He had, and he’d vowed to Alicia he’d build her a house on top of a hill in Copper Ridge so they could look down on all the people who’d once looked down on them.

  But until then he’d enjoyed his time at work, away from the town he’d grown up in. Alicia had gotten more involved in the glamorous side of their new lifestyle, while Levi just wanted things to be simple. His own ranch. His own horses.

  Alicia had wanted more.

  And apparently, in the end, she had figured she could have it all without him.

  Fortunately, it was the money that had ultimately been her undoing. For years prior to her leaving she’d been siphoning it into her own account without him realizing it, but when her funds had run dry she’d gone after the money still in his accounts. And that was when she’d gotten caught.

  She’d been living off of his hard-earned money for years.

  Five years.

  Five hellish years he’d spent locked up as the murderer of a woman. Of his wife.

  Not a great situation, all in all.

  But he’d survived it. Like he’d survived every damn thing that had come before it.

  Money was supposed to protect you.

  In the end, he supposed it had, in many ways.

  Hell, he might not have been able to walk out of that jail cell and collect his Stetson on his way back to his life if it wasn’t for the fact that he had a good team of lawyers who had gotten his case retried as quickly as possible. Something you would’ve thought would be pretty easy considering his wife had been found alive.

  The boy he’d been...

  He had no confidence that boy would have been able to get justice.

  But the man he was...

  The man he was now stood on a vacant plot of land that he owned, near enough to the house he was renting, and waited for the architect to arrive. The one who would design the house he deserved after spending five years behind bars.

  There would be no bars in this house. The house that Alicia had wanted so badly. To show everyone in their hometown that he and Alicia were more, were better, than what they’d been born into.

  Only, she wasn’t.

  Without him, she was nothing. And he would prove that to her.

  No, his house would have no bars. Nothing but windows.

  Windows with a view of the mountains that overlooked Copper Ridge, Oregon, the town where he had grown up. He’d been bad news back then; his whole family had been.

  The kind of guy that fathers warned their daughters about.

  A bad seed dropped from a rotten tree.

  And he had a feeling that public opinion would not have changed in the years since.

  His reputation certainly hadn’t helped his case when he’d been tried and convicted five years ago.

  Repeating patterns. That had been brought up many times. An abusive father was likely to have raised an abusive son, who had gone on to be a murderer.

  That was the natural progression, wasn’t it?

  The natural progression of men like him.

  Alicia had known that. Of course she had. She knew him better than any other person on earth.

  Yet he hadn’t known her at all.

  Well, he had ended up in prison, as she’d most likely intended. But he’d clawed his way out. And now he was going to stand up on the mountain in his fancy-ass house and look down on everyone who’d thought prison would be the end of him.

  The best house in the most prime location in town. That was his aim.

  Now all that was left to do was wait for Faith Grayson to arrive. By all accounts she was the premier architect at the moment, the hottest commodity in custom home design.

  Her houses were more than simple buildings, they were works of art. And he was bound and determined to own a piece of that art for himself.

  He was a man possessed. A man on a mission to make the most of everything he’d lost. To live as well as possible while his wife had to deal with the slow-rolling realization that she would be left with nothing.

  As it was, it was impossible to prove that she had committed a crime. She hadn’t called the police, after all. An argument could be made that she might not have intended for him to be arrested. And there was plausible deniability over the fact that she might not have realized he’d gone to prison.

  She claimed she had simply walked away from her life and not looked back. The fact that she had been accessing money was a necessity, so she said. And proof that she had not actually been attempting to hide.

  He didn’t believe that. He didn’t believe her, and she had been left with nothing. No access to his money at all. She had been forced to go crawling back to her parents to get an allowance. And he was glad of that.

  They said the best revenge was living well.

  Levi Tucker intended to do just that.

  * * *

  Faith Grayson knew that meeting an ex-convict at the top of an isolated mountain could easily be filed directly into the Looney Tunes Bin.

  Except, Levi Tucker was only an ex-convict because he had been wrongfully convicted in the first place. At least, that was the official statement from the Oregon State District Attorney’s office.

  Well, plus it was obvious because his wife wasn’t dead.

  He had been convicted of the murder of someone who was alive. And while there was a whole lot of speculation centered around the fact that the woman never would have run from him in the first place if he hadn’t been dangerous and terrifying, the fact remained that he wasn’t a killer.

  So, there was that.

  She knew exactly what two of her brothers, Isaiah and Joshua, would say about this meeting. And it would be colorful. Not at all supportive.

  But Faith was fascinated by the man who was willing to pay so much to get one of her designs. And maybe her ego was a little bit turbocharged by the whole thing. She couldn’t deny that.

  She was only human, after all.

  A human who had been working really, really hard to keep on top of her status as a rising star in the architecture world.

  She had designed buildings that had changed skylines, and she’d done homes for the rich and the famous.

  Levi Tucker was something else. He was infamous.

  The self-made millionaire whose whole world had come crashing down when his wife had disappeared more than five years ago. The man who had been tried and convicted of her murder even when there wasn’t a body.

  Who had spent the past five years in prison, and who was now digging his way back out...

  He wanted her. And yeah, it interested her.

  She was getting bored.

  Which seemed...ungrateful. Her skill for design had made her famous at a ridiculously young age, but, of course, it was her older brothers and their business acumen that had helped her find success so quickly.

  Joshua was a public-relations wizard, Isaiah a genius with finance. Faith, for her part, was the one with the imagination.

  The one who saw buildings growing out of the ground like trees and worked to find ways to twist them into new shapes, to draw new lines into the man-made landscape to blend it all together with nature.

  She had always been an artist, but her fascination with buildings had come from a trip her family had taken when she was a child. They had driven from Copper Ridge into Portland, Oregon, and she had been struck by the beauty that surrounded the city
.

  But in the part of the city where they’d stayed, everything was blocky and made of concrete. Of course, there were parts of the city that were lovely, with architecture that was ornate and classic, but there were parts where the buildings had been stacked in light gray rectangles, and it had nearly wounded her to see the mountains obscured by such unimaginative, dull shapes.

  When she had gotten back to their hotel room, she had begun to draw, trying to find a way to blend function and form with the natural beauty that already existed.

  It had become an obsession.

  It was tough to be an obsessed person. Someone who lived in their own head, in their dreams and fantasies.

  It made it difficult to relate to people.

  Fortunately, she had found a good friend, Mia, who had been completely understanding of Faith and her particular idiosyncrasies.

  Now Mia was her sister-in-law, because she had married Faith’s oldest brother, something Faith really hadn’t seen coming.

  Devlin was just...so much older. There was more than ten years between him and Faith, and she’d had no idea her friend felt that way about him.

  She was happy for both of them, of course.

  But their bond sometimes made her feel isolated. The fact that her friend now had this thing that Faith herself never had. And that this thing was with Faith’s brother. Of all people.

  Even Joshua and Isaiah had fallen in love and gotten married.

  Joshua had wed a woman he had met while trying to get revenge on their father for attempting to force him into marriage, while Isaiah married his personal assistant.

  Maybe it was her family that had driven Faith to the top of the mountain today.

  Maybe her dissatisfaction with her own personal life was why it felt so interesting and new to do something with Levi Tucker.

  Everything she had accomplished, she had done with the permission and help of other people.

  If she was going to be a visionary, she wanted—just this once—for it to be on her terms.

  To not be seen as a child prodigy—which was ridiculous, because she was twenty-five, not a child at all—but to be seen as someone who was really great at what she did. To leave her age out of it, to leave her older brothers—who often felt more like babysitters—out of it.