With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

it to Dallas to pursue his dreams. Leaving Micah to pick up the pieces of his broken heart—and feeling like a fool.
    The impending death of the Delaney patriarch brings an unsavory relative out of the woodwork,
    threatening Micah’s beloved adopted family. They’re going to need all hands in the fight to keep The Bar D
    from being pulled out from under them all—including Tucker. Micah steels himself to convince the man he can’t forget to come home.
    To his everlasting surprise, it’s Tucker who comes up with the perfect solution: a marriage of
    convenience—to Micah. His gut tells him Tucker’s motivation involves nothing more than saving the
    ranch. Now he just has to convince his fragile heart.
    This title has been revised and expanded by more than 10,000 words from its original published
    version.

    Warning: This book contains threatening emails, imaginary sex, excessive use of antacids, non-
    homophobic cowboys, a bed being misused as a trampoline, male bonding during a gynecological
    examination of a pregnant mare, steamy manlove and a very hot-tempered Latino.

    Enjoy the following excerpt for His Convenient Husband:
    “Okay, okay…” Tucker held his hands out in surrender. “Make noise.” Pushing himself up off the
    bed, Tucker locked the door and checked it by turning the handle. “I’m going to take a shower, but I’m not done discussing this.”
    More like he wasn’t done trying to boss Micah around. Wait. Did he say—? Ah, dios mio . Micah closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Tucker in the shower, naked, dripping wet, right in the next room—
    “What? Make noise?”
    “Moan and grunt.” Tucker crossed the room and pulled the curtains, before going into the adjoining
    bathroom.
    “Ugh.” Trying to get his heart to slow, Micah sat on the bed. What was Tucker doing?

    “Micah…”
    Micah opened his mouth to ask why, then snapped it shut. Why not just turn on the radio? Did Tucker
    really think Duncan was listening to them? Micah glanced at the door. There wasn’t that much space under the door, probably less than an inch. It was doubtful anyone was standing outside it. Micah went to the door, lay in front of it and looked under. His glasses shifted when the frames touched the floor but he could still see through them. It didn’t look like anyone was there.
    “What are you doing?” Tucker kept his voice low and leaned against the bathroom threshold, a smirk
    on his handsome face.
    “What’re you doing?” Micah got to his feet.
    “Looking for shaving cream. Why aren’t you making noise?”
    “Ugh!” Micah stomped his feet in place a few times.
    Tucker rolled his eyes. “You sound like a dying cow.”
    “I don’t think anyone is out there listening,” Micah whispered back, walking closer to Tucker. “The
    shaving cream is in the cabinet to the left of the sink.”
    “Thanks.” Grinning, Tucker dragged a hand over his face and through his short, dark blond hair, and
    turned back toward the bathroom. “Try to sound like you’re having sex. Duncan’s in the room across the
    hall.”
    “Oh.” Oh! Micah rolled his eyes at himself. Dork. Shaking his head, he went back to the iron-framed bed. He sat on the edge and bounced a little. The bed protested nicely. This could be fun. He pulled off his shoes and tossed them away. Bouncing again, he let out a long, ragged moan. Just like old times, he wondered why he let Tucker talk him into these kinds of things. Oh yeah, ’cause you’re in love with him and would do anything for him. Micah was really gonna have to stop that. He groaned, but it added to the sex noise.
    “Oh Lord. Don’t overdo it. You just got out of the hospital, remember?” Tucker disappeared back into
    the bathroom.
    Of course he remembered. Tucker wouldn’t let him freaking forget. “Oh, oh yeah. Mmm…” Crawling
    onto the bed, Micah hopped on his knees a little. The bed squeaked. “Oh yeah, baby.” Take that, Duncan.
    ¡You pendejo !
    The water turned on in the bathroom and Micah grunted, trying to cover the sound. He climbed to his
    feet and wobbled on the soft mattress. Bending his knees, he made the bed squeak again. Would the bed
    hold him if he actually jumped? He’d always wanted to jump on a bed. His mom would have killed him
    when he was a child. Jostling the bed, he glanced around the room. The floor was wood. If he jumped, would the bed be too loud? “Oh yes, yes, yes.” He moaned for effect. He really, really wanted to