Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

He groans, finally getting the hint. We shift again, and I shimmy off his leg to immerse myself in the hot water. Jonah leans back against the side of the tub, the hand that was between my thighs settling to a more neutral spot on my knee. “Is this about that woman? Because I didn’t encourage that.” “No. I don’t care about Jessie Winslow.” Though she did nearly end up with Crock-Pot Number Four chili over her head. I wasn’t surprised when she took one look at Jonah and eagerly pulled up a chair to their table, touching him at every opportunity. According to Muriel, who must’ve seen the way my fist curled around the ladle when Jessie pawed Jonah’s thigh, the woman has “issues with the drink.” Luckily for her—and for Jonah—he made a point of excusing himself from the table and coming over to sample the food. And I made a point of sampling his mouth for her to see. “What’d Roy say to you?” “That he knows he’s an SOB and thanks for saving his dog.” “No shit.” Jonah’s eyebrows pop with astonishment. “What’d he want with Muriel?” “I don’t know.”