women
who didn’t like sex. I thought maybe that’s why she stuck with
Dad.” Brook thought, oh God, I can’t see mom with Mitch Coburn. He
is definitely the opposite of Daddy.
“ Apparently she and Uncle
Mitch had lots of it,” Coy winked. ”…sex.”
“— You reckon maybe they
still feel anything?” She has a pretty strong reaction to y'all.
Maybe… Coy, it makes perfect sense. It blows my mind but…” Brook
stopped when he held up his hand.
“ I hear a car coming.” He
hobbled over to the steps. He looked over his shoulder. “It’s her.
Walk me to the truck.”
That’s where they were, standing by the
truck when Madeline pulled in and climbed out.
“ Hey, Ms. Logan,” Coy
greeted her.
“ Coy. How was the dance?”
She juggled her purse and jacket and a bag of groceries.
“ Nice. Good
band.”
“ Well. Good night.” She
looked at Brook. “Come in soon, honey.”
Brook was eyeing her, trying to see her
differently, trying to envision her young and in love with a Copper
Creek boy. “I will,” she murmured watching until the door
closed.
Finally, she turned to Coy, and they
both laughed softly. After a few minutes of quietly talking over
this news, Brook raised her eyes to gaze into his. Too soon, his
smoldered, scanning her smiling face. His hands came up to gently
trace her lips. There was nothing soft about the kiss that
followed.
Brook stood on tiptoe and lost herself
in the warmth and sensual stroke of his tongue. Hunger exploded
between them. Youthful bodies trembled and burned, until he had to
break contact and catch his breath.
Shivers raced down her body, knowing
how much she turned him on, how badly he wanted her. There were no
words before that last look Brook gave him, prior to going in the
house. There were no smiles. They locked gazes, in a promise, aware
that soon, very soon, they would be lovers.
~*~
Madeline took a quick shower then
dressed in boxers and a T-shirt, afterwards rubbed mint cool lotion
on her feet before sliding on a pair white cotton socks. Sitting on
the bed to allow her hair to dry, she was reading a slim book of
poetry, listening, when Brook came in and Coy’s truck engine
rumbled.
Her daughter took a shower, yelling a
few choice words because the hot water ran out. She came running
out with a towel on her head and body, dashing to her room, still
grumbling.
Madeline was sitting up against the
headboard when Brook knocked and came in, fresh, shining, and
wearing a baggy pair of P.J.’s with watermelons on them.
She sat down on a big overstuffed chair
beside the bed.
When she kept staring at her—Madeline
could feel it.
Madeline put the book down. “He told
you?”
“ About Mitch? Yes.” Brook
asked accusingly, “Why didn’t you?”
Having rehearsed this since finding out
Mitch had told Jason. Madeline got it out in a rush but flat tones,
“It was a summer fling, nothing more. I was only a bit older than
you were, and I do mean a little. Except I was much more sheltered
and immature. It was nothing significant.”
“ Guy’s don't keep whole
albums of girls who mean nothing.” Brook’s eyes narrowed. “Were you
lovers?”
Madeline met her daughters gaze.
“That’s irrelevant, and none of your business. If you’re upset
because you thought Bud was the—”
Brook rolled her eyes. “Mom, when are
you going to realize other than having me, you and Daddy were awful
together?”
Madeline winced. “I know. I don't want
you upset though. I wasn’t a slut, Brook.” Her eyes probed Brook’s
expression.
“ You’re like a nun now. No
way was I thinking that. I know you, from how you were with Dad,
how you are now. It’s hard to imagine you with anyone. You and Dad
didn’t hug or kiss.”
“ I’m sorry, Brook.” Madeline
carried a lot of guilt over her ill-fated union with Bud
Logan.
Brook waved her hand. “Forget that, but
I know what it is to feel for a Coburn man. You can’t tell me
th—”
“ Have you slept
who didn’t like sex. I thought maybe that’s why she stuck with
Dad.” Brook thought, oh God, I can’t see mom with Mitch Coburn. He
is definitely the opposite of Daddy.
“ Apparently she and Uncle
Mitch had lots of it,” Coy winked. ”…sex.”
“— You reckon maybe they
still feel anything?” She has a pretty strong reaction to y'all.
Maybe… Coy, it makes perfect sense. It blows my mind but…” Brook
stopped when he held up his hand.
“ I hear a car coming.” He
hobbled over to the steps. He looked over his shoulder. “It’s her.
Walk me to the truck.”
That’s where they were, standing by the
truck when Madeline pulled in and climbed out.
“ Hey, Ms. Logan,” Coy
greeted her.
“ Coy. How was the dance?”
She juggled her purse and jacket and a bag of groceries.
“ Nice. Good
band.”
“ Well. Good night.” She
looked at Brook. “Come in soon, honey.”
Brook was eyeing her, trying to see her
differently, trying to envision her young and in love with a Copper
Creek boy. “I will,” she murmured watching until the door
closed.
Finally, she turned to Coy, and they
both laughed softly. After a few minutes of quietly talking over
this news, Brook raised her eyes to gaze into his. Too soon, his
smoldered, scanning her smiling face. His hands came up to gently
trace her lips. There was nothing soft about the kiss that
followed.
Brook stood on tiptoe and lost herself
in the warmth and sensual stroke of his tongue. Hunger exploded
between them. Youthful bodies trembled and burned, until he had to
break contact and catch his breath.
Shivers raced down her body, knowing
how much she turned him on, how badly he wanted her. There were no
words before that last look Brook gave him, prior to going in the
house. There were no smiles. They locked gazes, in a promise, aware
that soon, very soon, they would be lovers.
~*~
Madeline took a quick shower then
dressed in boxers and a T-shirt, afterwards rubbed mint cool lotion
on her feet before sliding on a pair white cotton socks. Sitting on
the bed to allow her hair to dry, she was reading a slim book of
poetry, listening, when Brook came in and Coy’s truck engine
rumbled.
Her daughter took a shower, yelling a
few choice words because the hot water ran out. She came running
out with a towel on her head and body, dashing to her room, still
grumbling.
Madeline was sitting up against the
headboard when Brook knocked and came in, fresh, shining, and
wearing a baggy pair of P.J.’s with watermelons on them.
She sat down on a big overstuffed chair
beside the bed.
When she kept staring at her—Madeline
could feel it.
Madeline put the book down. “He told
you?”
“ About Mitch? Yes.” Brook
asked accusingly, “Why didn’t you?”
Having rehearsed this since finding out
Mitch had told Jason. Madeline got it out in a rush but flat tones,
“It was a summer fling, nothing more. I was only a bit older than
you were, and I do mean a little. Except I was much more sheltered
and immature. It was nothing significant.”
“ Guy’s don't keep whole
albums of girls who mean nothing.” Brook’s eyes narrowed. “Were you
lovers?”
Madeline met her daughters gaze.
“That’s irrelevant, and none of your business. If you’re upset
because you thought Bud was the—”
Brook rolled her eyes. “Mom, when are
you going to realize other than having me, you and Daddy were awful
together?”
Madeline winced. “I know. I don't want
you upset though. I wasn’t a slut, Brook.” Her eyes probed Brook’s
expression.
“ You’re like a nun now. No
way was I thinking that. I know you, from how you were with Dad,
how you are now. It’s hard to imagine you with anyone. You and Dad
didn’t hug or kiss.”
“ I’m sorry, Brook.” Madeline
carried a lot of guilt over her ill-fated union with Bud
Logan.
Brook waved her hand. “Forget that, but
I know what it is to feel for a Coburn man. You can’t tell me
th—”
“ Have you slept
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