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conversations and overuse of the word “like.” Then everything got quiet behind her and she heard faint noises that meant they were texting.
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Probably each other , Jasmine thought.
She lost interest in the BFFs behind her when she turned toward Ace and got a whiff of his shaving lotion. Ace had never affected her before she put it on the wedding dress, so there must have been some kind of biological sex dust shit sprinkled in it that heightened her senses.
Did they spray down all white dresses that had the remote potential of becoming a wedding dress with some sexual enhancing pixie powder? She’d like to have the lab rat by the balls who invented the crap. Oh, yes, it was most definitely a male lab rat, one who couldn’t attract a woman if he was the only guy on an island with a mil ion women on it. So he’d invented a little dust to sprinkle in the seams of white dresses that had some kind of weird timing device that set it off on the actual wedding day.
Damn him! She hoped his invention came around and bit him squarely on the ass.
She turned her head slightly and looked at Ace. His eyes were shut so she could stare as long as she wanted.
She held her hands tightly in her lap to keep from running her fingers through his hair. He needed a haircut but she liked his blond curls just the way they were.
She blinked and looked down at the new wedding band sparkling in the sunlight flowing through the small window. Married! She was married. The M word was now a real word. Married to the biggest player she’d ever known. She wouldn’t even date him because he chased every skirt that walked past him and flirted with anything that had boobs. No way would she get into a committed relationship with Ace Riley, but she was damn sure married to him.
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She looked back at his lips and wondered if another kiss like they shared when the preacher told him to kiss the bride would make her as feverishly hot as that first one had. The way that man could kiss, it was no wonder the women took numbers and waited by his bedroom door.
If thinking about another kiss could cause her to pant, then a romp in the bed with Ace would set the sheets to flaming. He wiggled and his thigh plastered against hers and that heightened sense syndrome kicked right into action.
Thigh against thigh.
Bursts of white- hot heat that that took her breath.
“Well, shit,” she mumbled as she scooted her leg away from his.
The girls behind her were now sighing and talking about how boring flights were and how they wished they were home so they could see their boyfriends.
They would say that Jasmine had an acute case of SMI (Severe Mommy Issues) and she was really like too damn old for like such things.
“And I am,” Jasmine whispered.
She’d been fighting SMI issues her whole life. As an only child to a mother who was used to getting her way, she’d learned a few tricks. And more than once she’d stood up to Kelly King. When Kelly had pitched a Texas- sized hissy about her quitting a damn fine job to buy a café in a town that boasted a population of one hundred people, Jasmine had pointed out that Thurber, Texas, had a population of five and the Smokestack restaurant in that town was a booming business.
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you could have an education and make something out of yourself,” but Jasmine’s mind was made up. She bought the café and never looked back at what she’d left behind.
But this wedding business was the SMI that had Jasmine pissed off. She never did want a big wedding.
When other little girls put pillowcases on their heads for veils and picked dandelions for bouquets, she’d been more than happy to cater their make- believe weddings with her Easy Bake Oven.
That’s how
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Probably each other , Jasmine thought.
She lost interest in the BFFs behind her when she turned toward Ace and got a whiff of his shaving lotion. Ace had never affected her before she put it on the wedding dress, so there must have been some kind of biological sex dust shit sprinkled in it that heightened her senses.
Did they spray down all white dresses that had the remote potential of becoming a wedding dress with some sexual enhancing pixie powder? She’d like to have the lab rat by the balls who invented the crap. Oh, yes, it was most definitely a male lab rat, one who couldn’t attract a woman if he was the only guy on an island with a mil ion women on it. So he’d invented a little dust to sprinkle in the seams of white dresses that had some kind of weird timing device that set it off on the actual wedding day.
Damn him! She hoped his invention came around and bit him squarely on the ass.
She turned her head slightly and looked at Ace. His eyes were shut so she could stare as long as she wanted.
She held her hands tightly in her lap to keep from running her fingers through his hair. He needed a haircut but she liked his blond curls just the way they were.
She blinked and looked down at the new wedding band sparkling in the sunlight flowing through the small window. Married! She was married. The M word was now a real word. Married to the biggest player she’d ever known. She wouldn’t even date him because he chased every skirt that walked past him and flirted with anything that had boobs. No way would she get into a committed relationship with Ace Riley, but she was damn sure married to him.
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She looked back at his lips and wondered if another kiss like they shared when the preacher told him to kiss the bride would make her as feverishly hot as that first one had. The way that man could kiss, it was no wonder the women took numbers and waited by his bedroom door.
If thinking about another kiss could cause her to pant, then a romp in the bed with Ace would set the sheets to flaming. He wiggled and his thigh plastered against hers and that heightened sense syndrome kicked right into action.
Thigh against thigh.
Bursts of white- hot heat that that took her breath.
“Well, shit,” she mumbled as she scooted her leg away from his.
The girls behind her were now sighing and talking about how boring flights were and how they wished they were home so they could see their boyfriends.
They would say that Jasmine had an acute case of SMI (Severe Mommy Issues) and she was really like too damn old for like such things.
“And I am,” Jasmine whispered.
She’d been fighting SMI issues her whole life. As an only child to a mother who was used to getting her way, she’d learned a few tricks. And more than once she’d stood up to Kelly King. When Kelly had pitched a Texas- sized hissy about her quitting a damn fine job to buy a café in a town that boasted a population of one hundred people, Jasmine had pointed out that Thurber, Texas, had a population of five and the Smokestack restaurant in that town was a booming business.
Kelly had thrown out the guilt trip of “I sacrificed so OneHotCowboyWedding.indd 60
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you could have an education and make something out of yourself,” but Jasmine’s mind was made up. She bought the café and never looked back at what she’d left behind.
But this wedding business was the SMI that had Jasmine pissed off. She never did want a big wedding.
When other little girls put pillowcases on their heads for veils and picked dandelions for bouquets, she’d been more than happy to cater their make- believe weddings with her Easy Bake Oven.
That’s how
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