Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Yep, fuck John B and his bullshit insinuations. I can be good to this girl.
I am good for this girl.
Crossing the kitchen, I nod at Sally’s jacket. “Lemme get that?”
“Sure.” Sally turns around and unzips it.
I smile when I see that it’s a Carhartt. Sally can be fancy, but she’s country too.
I fucking love it.
I feel Patsy’s eyes on us as I help Sally take off the jacket. There’s no awkwardness now, no hesitation. My fingers brush Sally’s neck, and I see her bite her lip as she rolls back her shoulders. I pull off the Carhartt and hang it on a nearby hook.
“Such a gentleman,” Patsy says.
Sally looks up at me, her eyes dancing. “When he wants to be.”
“Here, Patsy, let me get yours too.”
“I can do that,” John B grunts.
“I know.” Patsy grins. “But cowboys do it—”
“Please don’t finish that thought,” Sally says.
“Please do,” I say with a snicker.
I hang up Patsy’s jacket and pick up the groceries.
That’s when she claps her hands, turns to Sally and me, and says, “So how long have y’all been more than friends?”
Sally’s eyes go wide. I nearly drop the groceries.
“Seriously, Mom, you can’t—God, you can’t just blurt things like that.” Sally cuts me a glance. “We’re, um…we’ve—”
“Been official for all of three minutes now.” I drape my free arm across Sally’s shoulders and step forward, pressing my body against hers. “John B and I were just talkin’ about it. Sally and I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page before we shared the news with anybody else.”
“I knew it!” Patsy throws her arms in the air. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! Y’all have been acting mighty strange lately. And I coulda sworn I saw a hickey on Sally’s neck the other—”
“It wasn’t a hickey,” Sally replies.
John B sighs. “I beg you, don’t elaborate.”
“Beard burn?” Patsy asks.
Sally’s face is red as a beet, but she’s smiling. “Yes.”
“Oh, y’all, I’m so happy for you!” Patsy goes up on her toes and pulls us in for an awkward group hug. “I’ve only been waiting for this to happen for twenty years.”
Sally scrunches her brow. “Twenty years?”
“Your second-grade teacher couldn’t get over how inseparable the two of you were.” Patsy falls back on her heels. “Apparently, Wyatt was always talking about you bein’ his girlfriend back then.”
“You didn’t!” Sally gasps.
I chuckle. “I did. I hoped the rumor would get back around to you and you’d say yes, but I guess that never happened.”
“Timing is everything,” Patsy singsongs. “The universe wanted you to get together now, and here we are! So when can we go on a double date?”
“Never,” Sally teases.
I gently elbow her. “Aw, c’mon, Sunshine. That would be fun.”
I glance at John B, who’s watching us with a strange look on his face. He’s glowering, but there’s also this softness in his eyes when he looks at Sally.
Maybe because she’s glowing. Eyes bright. Cheeks pink. Shiny, clear skin.
She’s a bundle of happy, smiling energy, despite the fact that it’s four fucking a.m.
She looks good in a pair of broken-in Levi’s and one of the Lucky River Ranch sweatshirts Mollie and Wheeler designed.
“Ranches need swag,” Mollie had explained.
Wheeler had nodded. “Cute swag. The best swag.” Then she’d asked Duke to be the model for the men’s stuff they designed.
They should’ve asked Sally to model for them, too, because she fucking rocks this shit. Paired with a ponytail and a pair of Ariats, the shirt and the jeans scream cowgirl.
Because Sally is a cowgirl. It’s less an occupation and more of a state of mind.
“You all right over there, Dad?” Sally asks, curling an arm around my waist before she rests her head on my chest.
My pulse skips several beats.
“I’m all right,” he says. “Y’all be smart, okay?”
Patsy cuts him a look before turning back to us. “Y’all be whatever you want. Obviously, safe sex is good sex—”
“I think it’s time to make breakfast.” Sally glances up at me. “Don’t you, Wyatt?”
“I do, Sally. I could eat a horse.”
Sally’s eyes ignite. Her mouth curls into a secret smile. I know the reply is on the tip of her tongue—Eat me instead.
I know that because I know her.
I know she’s quick and witty and she has a salty sense of humor.
Now I also know that she really likes it when I eat her pussy.
Yep. Next time she’s thinking about that, we’re gonna be in my kitchen, at my house. Instead of unpacking the groceries and helping her mama make bowls of cheesy grits, topped with fried eggs and brisket, I’m gonna sit Sally on the counter, I’m gonna get on my knees, and I’m gonna give her what she’s asking for.
I’m gonna make her come, my name on her lips.
CHAPTER 20
Sally
A CROWDED TABLE
“Aw, hell yeah. My brother finally grew a pair and asked you out.” Sawyer holds out his arms, a gigantic smile on his face as he walks into the kitchen for lunch later that day. “Welcome to the family, Sal.”