Dream Lover (Denim and Spurs Book 2)

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his veins. It would have been so easy to give in and get himself off in the water but he’d refrained, wanting to be inside her again when he found release.
    Tugging his shirt over his head, he tucked it in his jeans before fastening his belt. It hadn’t been thirty minutes but hey, sue him, he had a beautiful woman waiting for him. Why take his time?
    He heard voices in the kitchen and he made his way there.
    “Have you gone to see her?” Rosa asked.
    “No, ma’am.”
    “It’s not my place to speak on this, but you should go see her while you’re here.”
    “Things aren’t that simple anymore, Rosa.”
    “Doesn’t matter. She’s your mother.”
    Judd drew up short. Her mother lived here? Questions streamed through his head. Why had she been at a hotel in the first place then? Why not stay with her mother? Why not call her mother after what happened?
    The silence dragged on and he entered the kitchen. Both women looked surprised to see him. “Ready?”
    Laciee’s smile was forced. “Yes.”
    “We’ll be back, Rosa.”
    His housekeeper didn’t say a word, just sent a pointed look to Laciee, who dropped her gaze and wiped her hands off on her pant legs.
    Judd guided her out of the kitchen and outside to his truck where he held the door for her. Before he closed it, he turned her face toward him. “You okay?”
    “Fine, why?”
    “No reason.”
    Her smile was more of a grimace, and he shut her door before walking around to get behind the wheel. They made the trip into town in silence, aside from the music playing softly. He liked that about her; she didn’t feel the need to fill silence with chatter and while he’d love to hear her voice, he enjoyed quiet.
    She noticeably tensed the moment they entered Branchwater. He wished he could make it easier on her. Pulling up outside the clothing store, Callie’s, he allowed the truck to idle. “I’ll be back for you in about an hour, if that works for you.”
    “That’s fine,” she muttered, opening her door and slipping out.
    Only when she vanished into the store did he move. Parking his truck along the street, he got out and made his way across the way to the feed store.
    “Afternoon, Judd!” Homer Bates called.
    “Homer.” He nodded once and kept on his way. They were like a farm and ranch store all rolled into one. Or perhaps a Cenex Co-op but locally owned. Hanging along the front, a large sign reading, ‘Bates’ Feed n’ Seed’. You needed it, you could get it here. Feed, dog items, saddles, clothing and more.
    Judd took less time than usual in getting what supplies he needed. I should just admit to myself that I’m anxious to get back to Laciee. He snorted and shook his head. Nothing that he told himself would slow him down and he paid and loaded everything into the back of his truck.
    Now I can go find Laciee.

Chapter Six
     
    Laciee stood by the counter while the woman folded all her clothing purchases and stacked them in a bag. She had a large smile on her face and chatted as she worked. Laciee had come here to have a bit—she knew it wouldn’t be much, not in this town—more privacy of purchasing clothes as opposed to the feed and seed store.
    “I hear you’re from New York City. I bet it’s just the greatest place in the world. The ‘City that Never Sleeps’ I mean, just from the name alone.”
    Jolene was the name on her tag. Tucking some hair behind her ear, Laciee nodded. “It has its perks, that’s for sure.” The Big Apple apparently wasn’t as exciting.
    “Time Square, is it like they show it on television? Or Central Park?”
    Lord, had she ever been this excited about anything at her age? Jolene’s black hair had been swept back from her face in a simple, yet effective, bun. The style allowed her piercing blue eyes to shine from her heart-shaped face. She was a beauty, that was for sure. Yet, there was something about her that looked so familiar, Laciee just couldn’t quite place it.
    “Yes. I like Central Park

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