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“Hoo boy”—Dad slaps the table—“and there were several. Who knew women would willingly sign up to endure your scowls and bad moods? The pay isn’t that good.”
I’m not known for smiling, but the corners of my mouth twitch. “You, uh, dropped your panties, ma’am.”
“And I don’t care if you’re her best friend. You smell like beer and your panties are still in my back pocket. You’re not taking care of my son.” My eyes narrow, and my lips curve up at his misstep. “You saving them for later?”
The similarities in their body language are impossible to miss. But where Rhett is all smiles, Cade is all scowls. All thick arms and broad chest and furrowed brow. Dirty boots. Muscular thighs. Cowboy porn with a frown.
“Do my nipples bother you, Cade?” Coffee sprays from my mouth.
“It’s funny. I thought about you telling me panty lines aren’t something we should worry about people seeing, and I’m feeling the same way about my nipples.” I blink at her. Hell. No. “We all have nipples, right?” I swallow, at a loss for how to reason my way out of this. She’s trapped me in a box of my own logic. “For example . . .” Her bright green feline eyes drop to my chest. “I can see yours right now.” My chin snaps toward my chest, and sure enough, my nipples are giving me away. “And they don’t bother me at all.”
Red, The coffee is for you. Starting some two-year-olds today. If you feel like getting your back broken, meet me at the barn and you can sit on one. - C I snort. Oh, I feel like getting my back broken alright. By him. Not a horse.
“I’m gonna ride like Willa when I grow up!” Luke has climbed up to the top panel of the fence and leans over, eyes glowing with excitement. “She made that filly her bitch!”
Willa smiles but it’s a scary smile. And then, with one well-placed hip check, the birthday boy goes flying into the water. “Sebastian!” His mother’s spritzer sloshes on her hand as she
Willa might be a bit of a psycho—after all, she did just push a child into the pool—but the more time I spend with her, the more I feel like she’s my psycho.
“He leaves you Post-it notes?” Her lips pop open in surprise. I shrug. “Yeah. He’ll walk in when Luke and I are cleaning up after making a batch of cookies and say nothing about it. Just talk to Luke. But then in the morning he’ll leave a note by the coffee that says, Best cookies I’ve ever had
No wonder I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s looks like a doll and cracks jokes like a cowboy.
Any guesses on whether or not I put panties on this morning? Cade: I’m sitting with my dad right now. I don’t need a boner. Willa: No panties. My kitty is too sore from riding your massive pole.
“Did I let you watch the bulls get turned out with the heifers too much as a child, boy?” I groan. “You got something against condoms?” “Dad.” “Some sort of breeding kink I don’t know about?”
Did you know I fell in love with you before I fell in love with your dad?” His eyes light at that. “You did?” I nod, pulling him close with an arm around his shoulders. “I did.” His arms wrap around my middle, or what’s left of it. I feel like I’m just boobs and belly at this point. “I love you too, Willa. Even though I think you peed your pants.”
