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into the rest of his muscles. “I hope so.”
For all our sakes.
“Are you still sure about this?” Brady asked turning from the bacon and hash browns on the stove.
Mickey couldn’t control the grin. “The sex was always good; last night was off the chart and after the doll decided to let loose with every last thing bothering her for the last six or seven years, I would say I’m more than sure.” He hesitated a minute and weighed his next question. “Are you?”
“Yeah.” Doubt lingered in his words. “After my parents died and my aunt got saddled with a teenager, I spent more time here than I did at her place. Clarissa was like a mom, her parents like grandparents. This was home. Like you and the doll, they were family and now we risk…”
He could tell by his friend’s expression he was thinking of Collin and the Morgan Matriarch. “Forget about Collin for now. Let’s just see how it goes with the doll. If we are what she wants, maybe it won’t go as badly as we think.”
Brady nodded as soft, bare footsteps echoed from the stairs, then across the hardwood hall and into the kitchen.
Both men turned to the woman in question. She was wearing a worn and faded denim shirt three sizes too big and her designer sunglasses. For the love of God and his own sanity, Mickey hoped she had underwear on and more than the scrap of lace, she usually wore. He couldn’t fight the grin. “How are you doing, doll?”
Her full mouth curled into a grin. “Pretty good considering I woke up in the dress I wore last night and have a minor aversion to sunlight at the moment.”
Brady raked an appreciative gaze over Felicia. “You’re in my shirt.”
She nodded then stepped deeper into the kitchen and closer. “It was in my closet.”
Mickey turned and reached into the cupboard to grab mugs for coffee.
“Well that certainly explains why I smell like you.” She paused and Mickey turned.
Felicia lifted her forearm smelling the smooth tanned skin. “However, it doesn’t explain why I smell like Mickey.”
He stood there stunned and blinked at the beauty. “You know my cologne?”
She slid the designer shades down her nose and glared at him over the frames before rolling her eyes and removing the sunglasses. “Of course I do, don’t ask dumb questions and just get me some coffee…please.” She tossed the glasses on the table then glanced back to where the two cowboys stood.
Mickey exchanged a look with Brady as he poured them coffee and before Brady turned back to the food cooking on the stove. He then turned to Felicia and passed her a mug of coffee. “There is a very good reason you smell me on your body.”
Her long lashes blinked at Mickey from over the rim of the mug as she sipped. It wasn’t hard to miss the doubt and confusion in her dark eyes.
Brady chuckled. “Oh yeah, a very good reason.” He laughed again. “You were out of control last night.”
She lowered her coffee and her eyes widened as horror etched across her pretty face. Felicia’s lashes blinked again then gaped at Brady. “Omigod!”
Mickey reveled in the moment as she and Brady stared each other down. Teasing Felicia had always been a fun past time, but this morning he was taking great joy in the situation.
Felicia shook her head but her gaze never wavered from the cowboy. “Oh, God, please don’t tell me I was so drunk I tried making out with your husband.”
Not the words Mickey was expecting to leave her mouth.
What the hell has gotten into her?
He turned to the sink and spit out the coffee he had just sipped, then spun around and focused on the out of control beauty. His brain registered her words. He glanced over to Brady who met his gaze with an amused sparkle in his blue eyes.
Brady turned his attention back to Felicia, tilted his head to the side and laughed. “Now doll why would you even say something like that?”
Felicia winced and scrunched her nose and blinked at the cowboy. “Because Mickey is hot
For all our sakes.
“Are you still sure about this?” Brady asked turning from the bacon and hash browns on the stove.
Mickey couldn’t control the grin. “The sex was always good; last night was off the chart and after the doll decided to let loose with every last thing bothering her for the last six or seven years, I would say I’m more than sure.” He hesitated a minute and weighed his next question. “Are you?”
“Yeah.” Doubt lingered in his words. “After my parents died and my aunt got saddled with a teenager, I spent more time here than I did at her place. Clarissa was like a mom, her parents like grandparents. This was home. Like you and the doll, they were family and now we risk…”
He could tell by his friend’s expression he was thinking of Collin and the Morgan Matriarch. “Forget about Collin for now. Let’s just see how it goes with the doll. If we are what she wants, maybe it won’t go as badly as we think.”
Brady nodded as soft, bare footsteps echoed from the stairs, then across the hardwood hall and into the kitchen.
Both men turned to the woman in question. She was wearing a worn and faded denim shirt three sizes too big and her designer sunglasses. For the love of God and his own sanity, Mickey hoped she had underwear on and more than the scrap of lace, she usually wore. He couldn’t fight the grin. “How are you doing, doll?”
Her full mouth curled into a grin. “Pretty good considering I woke up in the dress I wore last night and have a minor aversion to sunlight at the moment.”
Brady raked an appreciative gaze over Felicia. “You’re in my shirt.”
She nodded then stepped deeper into the kitchen and closer. “It was in my closet.”
Mickey turned and reached into the cupboard to grab mugs for coffee.
“Well that certainly explains why I smell like you.” She paused and Mickey turned.
Felicia lifted her forearm smelling the smooth tanned skin. “However, it doesn’t explain why I smell like Mickey.”
He stood there stunned and blinked at the beauty. “You know my cologne?”
She slid the designer shades down her nose and glared at him over the frames before rolling her eyes and removing the sunglasses. “Of course I do, don’t ask dumb questions and just get me some coffee…please.” She tossed the glasses on the table then glanced back to where the two cowboys stood.
Mickey exchanged a look with Brady as he poured them coffee and before Brady turned back to the food cooking on the stove. He then turned to Felicia and passed her a mug of coffee. “There is a very good reason you smell me on your body.”
Her long lashes blinked at Mickey from over the rim of the mug as she sipped. It wasn’t hard to miss the doubt and confusion in her dark eyes.
Brady chuckled. “Oh yeah, a very good reason.” He laughed again. “You were out of control last night.”
She lowered her coffee and her eyes widened as horror etched across her pretty face. Felicia’s lashes blinked again then gaped at Brady. “Omigod!”
Mickey reveled in the moment as she and Brady stared each other down. Teasing Felicia had always been a fun past time, but this morning he was taking great joy in the situation.
Felicia shook her head but her gaze never wavered from the cowboy. “Oh, God, please don’t tell me I was so drunk I tried making out with your husband.”
Not the words Mickey was expecting to leave her mouth.
What the hell has gotten into her?
He turned to the sink and spit out the coffee he had just sipped, then spun around and focused on the out of control beauty. His brain registered her words. He glanced over to Brady who met his gaze with an amused sparkle in his blue eyes.
Brady turned his attention back to Felicia, tilted his head to the side and laughed. “Now doll why would you even say something like that?”
Felicia winced and scrunched her nose and blinked at the cowboy. “Because Mickey is hot
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