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and I was beyond drunk.”
“Actually, you were disappointed that you didn’t kiss me.”
His friend reveled and the doll became more traumatized. Mickey wanted to laugh.
Felicia frowned and slapped Brady’s chest. “This is your fault, because you listened in on my conversation with Jen yesterday.”
Mickey carefully lifted the mug from her hand to avoid her using it as a weapon. The doll was over her head and the harder Brady laughed the more infuriated she became. Mickey’s heart started to race faster and there was no denying he loved both the cowboy and the brunette giving Brady hell.
This morning wasn’t any different from a hundred others, except this morning he saw the attraction in her eyes, and the desire she experienced for them both with every bat of long black lashes.
Brady crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Oh yes, doll, I heard every word and with the number of prize winning horses on this ranch, Mickey and I appreciate you wanting to save them all and are more than happy to help you in any way we can.”
Shock ricocheted across Felicia’s pretty face and her full lips parted in disbelief. She darted a glance at Mickey. The lighthearted teasing mood had shifted and sexual tension radiated off her like coolant on a hot radiator and spiking the temperature of the kitchen.
“Felicia…” Where the hell did he even begin?
Confusion clouded her dark gaze and she shot a quick glance at Brady. Her lips opened and closed as if wanting to speak but no words left her mouth.
Brady stepped toward her when he heard tires crunching gravel outside the kitchen window. Both he and Mickey stared out the window as the older Mercedes came to a stop next to Felicia’s silver Lexus.
How bad could their luck get?
Felicia’s curvy body wedged between the two men and she gasped. “Omigod hide me.”
Her softness fell against Brady’s back and he turned to wrap an arm around her protectively. “Too late doll,” he whispered. “She knows you’re here.”
Not only did the door of the driver side open, but also the passenger door. Mickey’s heart sank and he exchanged a quick worried look with Brady before both men turned their attention back to the window.
Please don’t be Paul.
Out of the driver side, Clarissa Morgan emerged, but from the passenger side exited one of Carter Groves’s sweetest and oldest residents.
“Oh God! Betsy Kline.”
Betsy may be the sweetest old lady in the area but her mouth preceded her—she was the biggest gossip in six counties.
Mickey turned to a terrified Felicia. “I’d run baby doll.”
Chapter Five
I can’t remember last night and this morning just turned horrific!
Felicia blinked at Mickey and decided now was the best time to heed his advice despite the fact she was quite comfortable wedged between the two cowboy’s strong , hard frames and wrapped in the safety of one of Brady’s arms.
“Move it, doll” Brady said and released her. Instantly she missed the comfort of his hold.
She backed away from the men who were giving her mixed signals. Felicia grabbed her sunglasses from the table where she had tossed them and knew coffee and food would have to wait.
Mom has the worst timing in the world.
She scurried like a famished rodent after a snack toward the entrance of the kitchen where the threshold collided with the entrance of the house and the stairs heading to the second level. The front door opened without a knock or even the ringing of the bell.
“Hello!” Her mother greeted with a happy bellow.
Felicia halted in her mad escape and slipped on the sunglasses. Her mother and the biggest gossip known to human life form stood on the threshold. To make matters worse, her mother clutched a wedding dress best described as a hot mess in her grasp like a hawk with prey in his talons.
Screw hell, this is slow painful death.
“Felicia, wait till you see what I brought.” The words rushed from her Mom in an excited breath and every nerve in
“Actually, you were disappointed that you didn’t kiss me.”
His friend reveled and the doll became more traumatized. Mickey wanted to laugh.
Felicia frowned and slapped Brady’s chest. “This is your fault, because you listened in on my conversation with Jen yesterday.”
Mickey carefully lifted the mug from her hand to avoid her using it as a weapon. The doll was over her head and the harder Brady laughed the more infuriated she became. Mickey’s heart started to race faster and there was no denying he loved both the cowboy and the brunette giving Brady hell.
This morning wasn’t any different from a hundred others, except this morning he saw the attraction in her eyes, and the desire she experienced for them both with every bat of long black lashes.
Brady crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Oh yes, doll, I heard every word and with the number of prize winning horses on this ranch, Mickey and I appreciate you wanting to save them all and are more than happy to help you in any way we can.”
Shock ricocheted across Felicia’s pretty face and her full lips parted in disbelief. She darted a glance at Mickey. The lighthearted teasing mood had shifted and sexual tension radiated off her like coolant on a hot radiator and spiking the temperature of the kitchen.
“Felicia…” Where the hell did he even begin?
Confusion clouded her dark gaze and she shot a quick glance at Brady. Her lips opened and closed as if wanting to speak but no words left her mouth.
Brady stepped toward her when he heard tires crunching gravel outside the kitchen window. Both he and Mickey stared out the window as the older Mercedes came to a stop next to Felicia’s silver Lexus.
How bad could their luck get?
Felicia’s curvy body wedged between the two men and she gasped. “Omigod hide me.”
Her softness fell against Brady’s back and he turned to wrap an arm around her protectively. “Too late doll,” he whispered. “She knows you’re here.”
Not only did the door of the driver side open, but also the passenger door. Mickey’s heart sank and he exchanged a quick worried look with Brady before both men turned their attention back to the window.
Please don’t be Paul.
Out of the driver side, Clarissa Morgan emerged, but from the passenger side exited one of Carter Groves’s sweetest and oldest residents.
“Oh God! Betsy Kline.”
Betsy may be the sweetest old lady in the area but her mouth preceded her—she was the biggest gossip in six counties.
Mickey turned to a terrified Felicia. “I’d run baby doll.”
Chapter Five
I can’t remember last night and this morning just turned horrific!
Felicia blinked at Mickey and decided now was the best time to heed his advice despite the fact she was quite comfortable wedged between the two cowboy’s strong , hard frames and wrapped in the safety of one of Brady’s arms.
“Move it, doll” Brady said and released her. Instantly she missed the comfort of his hold.
She backed away from the men who were giving her mixed signals. Felicia grabbed her sunglasses from the table where she had tossed them and knew coffee and food would have to wait.
Mom has the worst timing in the world.
She scurried like a famished rodent after a snack toward the entrance of the kitchen where the threshold collided with the entrance of the house and the stairs heading to the second level. The front door opened without a knock or even the ringing of the bell.
“Hello!” Her mother greeted with a happy bellow.
Felicia halted in her mad escape and slipped on the sunglasses. Her mother and the biggest gossip known to human life form stood on the threshold. To make matters worse, her mother clutched a wedding dress best described as a hot mess in her grasp like a hawk with prey in his talons.
Screw hell, this is slow painful death.
“Felicia, wait till you see what I brought.” The words rushed from her Mom in an excited breath and every nerve in
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