Hunted for Love by Amy J. White

Rose:
When he finally had his feet under him, he let out a rolling, masculine laugh before slinging a thick, muscled arm around Lance’s neck and pulling him into a lock.
The dogpile started all over again.
“Men,” Bethany said with amused adoration. “What would we do without them?”
A grin curled at my lips. Curtis was home. He didn’t know it yet, but he was going to be mine…

Curtis:
“I can’t sleep,” she said. “I can’t eat. I feel like someone is always watching. Momma says you are on leave. Come home. Find out who is doing this.”
I turned to Mark who had been reading over my shoulder.
“I don’t know shit about computers.”
“I do.” I looked up, and there the dark-haired vintage beauty was. Her eyes, blue as a summer sky, peered down at my phone. Little Rose was all grown up. “What’s up?”