Roping Ms. Impossible

I’m the last unattached Mackenzie brother and not looking at changing my status anytime soon.

After watching my brothers fall in love and act like morons, I’m perfectly happy with my boring, single life. Well, except for my messy house and daily peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. When my sister-in-law suggests hiring a temporary housekeeper, I figure what the hell? What have I got to lose?

I never expected to lose my heart to an impossible girl and her ugly dog, but that’s just what happens the first time I see Natalie. Natalie can’t cook and barely knows how to clean, but she’s perfect for me.

She steals my heart, and I realize it’s time to rope Ms. Impossible to keep her for life.

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My wet hand finds empty space when I reach for a towel, and it hits me—I never put the laundry into the dryer. Fuck. After a shitshow of a day yesterday, I came home, showered, and went to grab sweatpants. To my horror, I realized every bit of laundry in the house was dirty. My naked ass threw towels, clothes, underwear, and everything else I could find in the washer and added soap. The only problem? Exhaustion caught up with me, and I passed the fuck out without putting the laundry in the dryer.
Living alone in the big ranch house has its advantages. No one can hear my profanity-filled tirade as I stomp wet and naked through the house. Harden and Mitchell will have to deal with my tardiness this morning. I grab my cellphone and dial Harden’s number. The fucker is way too cheery for this early in the morning.
“Morning.”
“No. Today fucking sucks. I’ll be late.”
I’m about to hang up when the asshole catches me. “Aww, did the poor baby have a hard time sleeping in the big house all by himself?” His kissing sounds on the phone nearly cause me to explode. I promise myself to beat the little fucker real soon. He may be two years older, but I have at least thirty pounds of muscle on the asshole.
“Look. I’m standing in my kitchen naked, so if you don’t want to deal with my cock hanging out, you’ll wait for my clothes to dry.” Then I hang up to the sound of his laughter.
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An hour later, I pull up at the ranch office wearing jeans that are seventy-five percent dry. Mitchell, my oldest brother, is sitting on the sofa in Harden’s office when I attempt to walk by unnoticed.
“Get in here,” he demands, and I groan in the back of my throat. Another fucking wonderful day on the Sweet Stone Ranch.
“Don’t even fucking start with me.” I glare at the two fuckers as they try to hold back their laughter.
Mitchell raises an eyebrow as he looks at my wrinkled shirt and soggy jeans. “You stubborn asshole.” Harden snorts, and Mitchell turns to glare at him before taking a deep breath.
“I know you’re trying to prove you can live in the ranch house without help, but give the fuck up and admit you need to hire a housekeeper. This can’t continue.”
Sighing, I drop down onto the leather sofa and run a hand down my face. Mitchell conveniently forgets that he’s the cause of my suffering. Mitchell and Libby lived in the big ranch house with their children for years. All the family members and some ranch hands had meals there regularly. Since I’m the only single brother left, Libby and the housekeeper, Hillary, took care of all my needs. They let me bring my laundry over from my small house on the ranch. Then bam, out of the blue, one Sunday at breakfast, Mitchell and Libby stunned everyone with the announcement they were moving into a small cabin on the ranch since their kids had grown up and left the nest. Hillary also revealed she was retiring to Florida to live with her sister.

Everyone began to question what would happen to the ranch house. It’s been in our family for generations. My older brother’s wife, Megan, owns the local bakery, and she and Harden own a large house close to town. Devin, my younger brother, is a coach at the local high school. His wife, Tricia, is Megan’s best friend and business partner. They own a home in the same area as Harden and Megan. Sebastian and Justin, my younger twin brothers, both found women out of state and moved away. Sebastian is a high school principal in Bay Isle, Florida, where he met his wife, Sadie. Justin, a computer geek, somehow convinced model Brianne Bisset to give him a chance. That still shocks the family. They live in Harren, Ohio, where Justin works as head of cybersecurity for a large engineering firm.