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one hot cowboy daddy.”
Nola shoved away from the table, gathered her plate and dumped the contents into the trash. “I’m going to the studio to practice.” Without waiting for a reply, she sailed out of the room.
As she navigated the basement stairs to her home music studio, she ground her teeth. Her family just wanted her to forget about becoming a singer and to latch onto something close to home. Simple job, married life. Children.
She wasn’t ready, and she might never be. Music was in her blood. Everywhere she went people told her she should try for a music career. She wouldn’t be satisfied with herself until she did.
She scooped up her guitar and sank to the edge of her chair. Her fingers worked the strings without thought, and a new tune that had been revolving in her head all afternoon started to emerge. As she toyed with the new melody, she forgot about Lyric and Griffin. By the time the words started to materialize in her mind, she was certain she walked on the right path.
Get enough money to get to Nashville and follow my dreams . Griffin was just a hand up to her dream. Too bad the mere thought of the rough older man made every nerve ending inside her spark.
Chapter Five
Griffin tucked the baby monitor in his back pocket and stole out into the night. The air wrapped around him, cool and crisp. After a dirty dream of Nola bare naked and his fingers buried in her sweet pussy, he welcomed the outdoors.
Damn, that woman was trouble. Too young for him, and now that he knew she was headed to Nashville, he needed to steer clear. The last thing he and Lyric needed was to be a stop on Nola’s tour.
As Griffin strode across the dew-spangled grass to the barn, his mind clicked into rancher mode. Late in the evening one of his cows had started laboring. He usually let them toil on their own for a while, checking intermittently for trouble. Now that Lyric was sleeping for her long stretch, it was the perfect time to check the cow.
The instant he stepped into the barn, he smelled trouble. Fear and pain had their own odor. And the sickness mingled with it was a dead giveaway.
He yanked the chain overhead and lit the bare bulb in the center of the barn. It cast a thin glow over the stall where the heifer was on its side, eyes rolling wildly.
“Damn.” Griffin dropped to his knees in the hay and ran his hands over the cow. Her stomach rippled with the baby that was obviously trapped.
Launching back to his feet, his mind raced ahead. Get the chain and the homemade rig used to exert pressure. Phone’s in my back pocket in the event I need to call the vet.
No, he needed to call Ma to come sit with Lyric while he worked with the cow.
As this thought passed through his mind, his stomach clenched. His mother wasn’t in any shape to make a midnight drive to Needle’s Pass.
He slung the chain over his shoulder and lifted the metal rig he’d hand-crank to pull the calf. Then he fished in his pocket for his phone.
A few days ago he’d put Nola on speed-dial—in the event he needed her for an emergency, he’d told himself even as his groin ached with desire.
She answered on the fourth ring. Her throaty voice speared him with lust. Too easily he pictured her tousled hair and tank top slipping down one golden shoulder.
“Nola, it’s Griffin. Can you come up?”
“I—what? Griffin?”
He smiled at the confusion in her tone. Protectiveness surged in his chest. “Yeah…Griffin. I need to pull a calf. Can you sit with Lyric?”
She made a humming noise that caused his cock to jerk. “I guess I could.”
“I’ll give you double pay for the extra hours. And you can sleep as long as she’s sleeping.”
“All right. Just give me…” She paused, and he heard items being tossed around. “Give me half an hour.”
The cow’s body shuddered, and Griffin stretched his lips over his teeth in his own grimace. “Thanks, Nola.”
He hung up and kneeled before the cow again. He set up the rig, feeding
Nola shoved away from the table, gathered her plate and dumped the contents into the trash. “I’m going to the studio to practice.” Without waiting for a reply, she sailed out of the room.
As she navigated the basement stairs to her home music studio, she ground her teeth. Her family just wanted her to forget about becoming a singer and to latch onto something close to home. Simple job, married life. Children.
She wasn’t ready, and she might never be. Music was in her blood. Everywhere she went people told her she should try for a music career. She wouldn’t be satisfied with herself until she did.
She scooped up her guitar and sank to the edge of her chair. Her fingers worked the strings without thought, and a new tune that had been revolving in her head all afternoon started to emerge. As she toyed with the new melody, she forgot about Lyric and Griffin. By the time the words started to materialize in her mind, she was certain she walked on the right path.
Get enough money to get to Nashville and follow my dreams . Griffin was just a hand up to her dream. Too bad the mere thought of the rough older man made every nerve ending inside her spark.
Chapter Five
Griffin tucked the baby monitor in his back pocket and stole out into the night. The air wrapped around him, cool and crisp. After a dirty dream of Nola bare naked and his fingers buried in her sweet pussy, he welcomed the outdoors.
Damn, that woman was trouble. Too young for him, and now that he knew she was headed to Nashville, he needed to steer clear. The last thing he and Lyric needed was to be a stop on Nola’s tour.
As Griffin strode across the dew-spangled grass to the barn, his mind clicked into rancher mode. Late in the evening one of his cows had started laboring. He usually let them toil on their own for a while, checking intermittently for trouble. Now that Lyric was sleeping for her long stretch, it was the perfect time to check the cow.
The instant he stepped into the barn, he smelled trouble. Fear and pain had their own odor. And the sickness mingled with it was a dead giveaway.
He yanked the chain overhead and lit the bare bulb in the center of the barn. It cast a thin glow over the stall where the heifer was on its side, eyes rolling wildly.
“Damn.” Griffin dropped to his knees in the hay and ran his hands over the cow. Her stomach rippled with the baby that was obviously trapped.
Launching back to his feet, his mind raced ahead. Get the chain and the homemade rig used to exert pressure. Phone’s in my back pocket in the event I need to call the vet.
No, he needed to call Ma to come sit with Lyric while he worked with the cow.
As this thought passed through his mind, his stomach clenched. His mother wasn’t in any shape to make a midnight drive to Needle’s Pass.
He slung the chain over his shoulder and lifted the metal rig he’d hand-crank to pull the calf. Then he fished in his pocket for his phone.
A few days ago he’d put Nola on speed-dial—in the event he needed her for an emergency, he’d told himself even as his groin ached with desire.
She answered on the fourth ring. Her throaty voice speared him with lust. Too easily he pictured her tousled hair and tank top slipping down one golden shoulder.
“Nola, it’s Griffin. Can you come up?”
“I—what? Griffin?”
He smiled at the confusion in her tone. Protectiveness surged in his chest. “Yeah…Griffin. I need to pull a calf. Can you sit with Lyric?”
She made a humming noise that caused his cock to jerk. “I guess I could.”
“I’ll give you double pay for the extra hours. And you can sleep as long as she’s sleeping.”
“All right. Just give me…” She paused, and he heard items being tossed around. “Give me half an hour.”
The cow’s body shuddered, and Griffin stretched his lips over his teeth in his own grimace. “Thanks, Nola.”
He hung up and kneeled before the cow again. He set up the rig, feeding
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