Bodie knew how the whole town felt about him dating anyone.
“Oh, a girl? Congrats, man. She pretty?”
“She is.” Addie was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and he surely meant no disrespect to either of his ex-fiancées, bless their souls. Carla had been a soft blonde with strawberry lips, a high-school-sweetheart kind of girl. Lena had been the older woman, half Mexican and all fire.
Addie, though, Addie was the kind of woman you remodeled a bathroom for. “How much do you think it would cost to put in a double sink in my master? I got the space.”
“That depends, man. You can do it on the cheap or do it nice. Let me mix your paint up, and I’ll meet you in plumbing.”
“Thanks.” He clapped Hector on the back, grateful the man smelled a sale and let the conversation drop. He wasn’t sure he was ready to share Addie yet. Well, he wasn’t sharing her at all, but he wasn’t ready let the whole town know about her.
After all, he had a bad enough reputation, then add to that the fact that she had two dads, that she was a professional woman doing nothing at the ranch. Lord.
They were rumors just looking for a place to happen.
He waited for Hector to shake his paint up, trying to decide whether to panic or just go have a hamburger.
He thought she’d like the marble sinks. He liked them a lot. Bodie bit the bullet and ordered two. He’d shore up that old buffet cabinet he had in the barn and drop the sinks in there with a countertop.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he grabbed it, checked his messages. Addie in a tiny bikini, sunning herself. Damn. He grinned like a fool, his body tightening up some. Hoo, boy.
She was worth it.
He texted back a picture of the sinks. Maybe she’d have an opinion. He also sent a picture of the paint.
Man, he was hooked through the fucking balls. It was as terrifying as it was glorious. When she sent back a picture of her hand, curled into a fist with the thumb up, he almost did an undignified dance. Yeah, he was all in.
Damn, girl.
* * * *
Addie pulled into Bodie’s driveway, grabbed the bags of groceries and headed up to the porch. She’d promised to make burritos, which was, basically, her one big cooking skill.
Burritos, tacos, chili.
Weird, since none of them were Mexican, but Daddy Chris said their surrogate craved Taco Bell for damned near seven months. She guessed that was why she and Maddie had a jones for all things that came in tortillas.
She hoped he liked green chili. She’d learned to make this neat green chili beef burrito recipe one winter when she was working in Colorado, photographing avalanche areas for the park service.
She knocked on the door, using her elbow.
“Just a minute!” Bodie’s voice came from somewhere deep in the house.
“‘Kay, cowboy.” She leaned against the doorframe.
The door opened about the time her arms were fixing to fall off, and Bodie appeared, his whole front smeared with yellow paint. “Hey, honey. Shit! Let me take that.”
“You been attacked by a canary, lover?” It was a pretty color, actually—warm and nice. “I like it, by the way. The color, not the possibility of avian molestation.”
He blinked, then chuckled. “No birds. Just a bathroom. I’ll finish up while you set up camp in the kitchen.” Bodie leaned over her carefully and gave her a kiss.
She kissed him back, just letting it be easy, lazy. Normal.
He hummed, then pulled back, not letting paint get all on her. “So, what’s cookin’, honey?”
“Burritos, as requested. I brought a cherry pie from Sally’s, too.” She wanted to watch him lick the filling off his fingers.
“Oh. I got some cream in a can.” He grinned for her, bouncing on his toes.
“Mmm. Yummy.” She winked. “Go, paint things, I’ll start supper.”
“Hey, I’m redoing the bathroom. Both of them.” He looked so tickled that she had to laugh.
“Ooh. I want to see!”
“Well, come see the master first. I got the sinks in there so it
“Oh, a girl? Congrats, man. She pretty?”
“She is.” Addie was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and he surely meant no disrespect to either of his ex-fiancées, bless their souls. Carla had been a soft blonde with strawberry lips, a high-school-sweetheart kind of girl. Lena had been the older woman, half Mexican and all fire.
Addie, though, Addie was the kind of woman you remodeled a bathroom for. “How much do you think it would cost to put in a double sink in my master? I got the space.”
“That depends, man. You can do it on the cheap or do it nice. Let me mix your paint up, and I’ll meet you in plumbing.”
“Thanks.” He clapped Hector on the back, grateful the man smelled a sale and let the conversation drop. He wasn’t sure he was ready to share Addie yet. Well, he wasn’t sharing her at all, but he wasn’t ready let the whole town know about her.
After all, he had a bad enough reputation, then add to that the fact that she had two dads, that she was a professional woman doing nothing at the ranch. Lord.
They were rumors just looking for a place to happen.
He waited for Hector to shake his paint up, trying to decide whether to panic or just go have a hamburger.
He thought she’d like the marble sinks. He liked them a lot. Bodie bit the bullet and ordered two. He’d shore up that old buffet cabinet he had in the barn and drop the sinks in there with a countertop.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he grabbed it, checked his messages. Addie in a tiny bikini, sunning herself. Damn. He grinned like a fool, his body tightening up some. Hoo, boy.
She was worth it.
He texted back a picture of the sinks. Maybe she’d have an opinion. He also sent a picture of the paint.
Man, he was hooked through the fucking balls. It was as terrifying as it was glorious. When she sent back a picture of her hand, curled into a fist with the thumb up, he almost did an undignified dance. Yeah, he was all in.
Damn, girl.
* * * *
Addie pulled into Bodie’s driveway, grabbed the bags of groceries and headed up to the porch. She’d promised to make burritos, which was, basically, her one big cooking skill.
Burritos, tacos, chili.
Weird, since none of them were Mexican, but Daddy Chris said their surrogate craved Taco Bell for damned near seven months. She guessed that was why she and Maddie had a jones for all things that came in tortillas.
She hoped he liked green chili. She’d learned to make this neat green chili beef burrito recipe one winter when she was working in Colorado, photographing avalanche areas for the park service.
She knocked on the door, using her elbow.
“Just a minute!” Bodie’s voice came from somewhere deep in the house.
“‘Kay, cowboy.” She leaned against the doorframe.
The door opened about the time her arms were fixing to fall off, and Bodie appeared, his whole front smeared with yellow paint. “Hey, honey. Shit! Let me take that.”
“You been attacked by a canary, lover?” It was a pretty color, actually—warm and nice. “I like it, by the way. The color, not the possibility of avian molestation.”
He blinked, then chuckled. “No birds. Just a bathroom. I’ll finish up while you set up camp in the kitchen.” Bodie leaned over her carefully and gave her a kiss.
She kissed him back, just letting it be easy, lazy. Normal.
He hummed, then pulled back, not letting paint get all on her. “So, what’s cookin’, honey?”
“Burritos, as requested. I brought a cherry pie from Sally’s, too.” She wanted to watch him lick the filling off his fingers.
“Oh. I got some cream in a can.” He grinned for her, bouncing on his toes.
“Mmm. Yummy.” She winked. “Go, paint things, I’ll start supper.”
“Hey, I’m redoing the bathroom. Both of them.” He looked so tickled that she had to laugh.
“Ooh. I want to see!”
“Well, come see the master first. I got the sinks in there so it
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