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of his lips.
“Hiya,” she said back. She checked her dress tail to make sure it was down. “Is that a boy or a girl foal there?”
Pap looked at her hard, getting a solid look at her face minus vomit. He tried desperately to clean up his language. He used some of the fancy talk Billy Joe used when he talked to the bankers. “That thar is a boy. I garunbetcha that one’s gonna to make a nice stallion when he gets on up there a bit, but first, that little man needs a name.”
She watched the gangly-legged animal trot across the grass. His movements were nearly as lyrical as the four knobby legs. “His name is Amadeus,” she said to Pap.
“I thought you were going to go for something more literary,” he said, sounding disappointed.
“No, Amadeus is perfect,” she said to him.
“Good enough,” Pap said and he led the horses around the side of the house out of sight.
“Where was I?” she mumbled, trying to get back into her story. Another interruption came in the form of her husband.
“I swear, Honey if I don’t kiss your right now, I just might die next to your feet,” he said to her.
Pecola looked over her shoulder to see him standing there watching her.
9. Legends and Lakes...
B illy Joe’s thoughts ran to his wife all morning, pretty much hindering him from doing anything other than almost getting himself killed three times. It was Pap’s idea to bring the foal around the house after he noticed her sitting on the front porch typing. Writing. Putting together sexy words that he would ask her to read to him later. In her letters, she told him she was a romance writer, but he never bothered to ask what her pen name was. He had searched under her actual name and found nothing.
“Hi there. Is it lunch time already? I completely lost track of time,” she said, gathering her things. “This land is amazing. It is so inspiring. I think I cranked out 3,000 words from just walking out on the front porch. I can see authors paying a pretty penny to come out here to have a month or so in residence to write,” she told him.
Grinning at him, she added, “We could hire a cook, roll in a couple of prefab cabins by the lake, throw in a few generators, and charge like five grand a month!”
The expression on his face was blank. He was frozen in his spot and had not moved. His eyes searched her face.
“William?” she asked, touching his chest with her hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend or insult you or your family’s legacy.”
That wasn’t the issue.
It was the furthest thing from a problem.
“Come here,” he said in a husky voice.
Since she was standing so close to him, she had to ask, “Come where? I am already here.” She stood on her toes to kiss him on the nose. At least she tried. He yanked her into his arms, his lips covering hers, kissing her until her knees felt weak. The powerful thighs rubbing against hers and the feel of his heat against her body made her light headed. Her knees buckled.
“Honey, have you eaten anything today?” he wanted to know as he stopped kissing her long enough to get out the question.
“I had a biscuit with a piece of ham,” she said, clinging to him.
“You need more than that to sustain all of this sexy little body of yours,” he told her with a mild grin.
“I’m planning to have something more with you during lunch and I was going to make a hearty dinner,” she told him. “I don’t want any more chicken or pork chops. I marinated a couple of steaks for the evening meal.”
“Come here, I want to show you something,” he told her. Billy Joe gently tugged at her hand, bringing her into the kitchen toward the room with the locked door. The key ring which jangled from his pocket, he pulled out to open the door. When he flicked on the light, she broke into laughter.
“Is this your writing room?” she asked him. The room had bookshelves from ceiling to floor on three walls
“Hiya,” she said back. She checked her dress tail to make sure it was down. “Is that a boy or a girl foal there?”
Pap looked at her hard, getting a solid look at her face minus vomit. He tried desperately to clean up his language. He used some of the fancy talk Billy Joe used when he talked to the bankers. “That thar is a boy. I garunbetcha that one’s gonna to make a nice stallion when he gets on up there a bit, but first, that little man needs a name.”
She watched the gangly-legged animal trot across the grass. His movements were nearly as lyrical as the four knobby legs. “His name is Amadeus,” she said to Pap.
“I thought you were going to go for something more literary,” he said, sounding disappointed.
“No, Amadeus is perfect,” she said to him.
“Good enough,” Pap said and he led the horses around the side of the house out of sight.
“Where was I?” she mumbled, trying to get back into her story. Another interruption came in the form of her husband.
“I swear, Honey if I don’t kiss your right now, I just might die next to your feet,” he said to her.
Pecola looked over her shoulder to see him standing there watching her.
9. Legends and Lakes...
B illy Joe’s thoughts ran to his wife all morning, pretty much hindering him from doing anything other than almost getting himself killed three times. It was Pap’s idea to bring the foal around the house after he noticed her sitting on the front porch typing. Writing. Putting together sexy words that he would ask her to read to him later. In her letters, she told him she was a romance writer, but he never bothered to ask what her pen name was. He had searched under her actual name and found nothing.
“Hi there. Is it lunch time already? I completely lost track of time,” she said, gathering her things. “This land is amazing. It is so inspiring. I think I cranked out 3,000 words from just walking out on the front porch. I can see authors paying a pretty penny to come out here to have a month or so in residence to write,” she told him.
Grinning at him, she added, “We could hire a cook, roll in a couple of prefab cabins by the lake, throw in a few generators, and charge like five grand a month!”
The expression on his face was blank. He was frozen in his spot and had not moved. His eyes searched her face.
“William?” she asked, touching his chest with her hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend or insult you or your family’s legacy.”
That wasn’t the issue.
It was the furthest thing from a problem.
“Come here,” he said in a husky voice.
Since she was standing so close to him, she had to ask, “Come where? I am already here.” She stood on her toes to kiss him on the nose. At least she tried. He yanked her into his arms, his lips covering hers, kissing her until her knees felt weak. The powerful thighs rubbing against hers and the feel of his heat against her body made her light headed. Her knees buckled.
“Honey, have you eaten anything today?” he wanted to know as he stopped kissing her long enough to get out the question.
“I had a biscuit with a piece of ham,” she said, clinging to him.
“You need more than that to sustain all of this sexy little body of yours,” he told her with a mild grin.
“I’m planning to have something more with you during lunch and I was going to make a hearty dinner,” she told him. “I don’t want any more chicken or pork chops. I marinated a couple of steaks for the evening meal.”
“Come here, I want to show you something,” he told her. Billy Joe gently tugged at her hand, bringing her into the kitchen toward the room with the locked door. The key ring which jangled from his pocket, he pulled out to open the door. When he flicked on the light, she broke into laughter.
“Is this your writing room?” she asked him. The room had bookshelves from ceiling to floor on three walls
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