Nine Month Contract (Mountain Men Matchmaker, #1)

by Amy Daws

He frowns for a moment and then says something I never would have expected. “Do you want to meet my goat?”

himself. He looks like a forager. A flight of stairs off the kitchen leads up to a second level, but I know the primary bedroom is on this main floor because that’s where Wyatt took off to nearly ten minutes ago...to jack off. To rattle the snake. To wrestle the rooster. To massage the one-eyed ostrich. Or my personal favorite...make the bald man cry. I’m thinking Mountain Man wouldn’t love any of those terms. He’s far too...manly. I

Good for little goat turd. All that matters to me is that I did the job I was hired to do. I have a little more job security today than yesterday, and I’m one step closer to my happily ever after with animals...not babies.

I feel a point of pressure against my lower back. “Wyatt...” I state with a warning tone. His voice is deep and husky in my ear when he replies, “Just call it lumbar support.”

“Holy shit...is that you, Goat Turd?” I gasp, awestruck as the motion stops briefly.

“Yes, but I’m kind of hoping I can talk you out of that.” “I’d be fine with that,” she says, rubbing my arms weirdly. “‘Cause I think I might be in love with you too.”