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trying to feel my way through the situation. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” Feel his way, yeah, that idea was sounding better and better.
    “You had better figure it quicker than your slow-ass brain is going, my friend. I was listening in last night at The Gas Pump while having a few beers. There are several cowboys sniffing around the good doctor there, trying to find out if she knows more about mattress dancing than normal women.”
    With a sudden growl, he asked, “Who the fuck is talking about getting near her like that?”
    “Well, that asshole Len, for one. He is just a pig. No respect. He sounded pretty pissed that you busted in there and took Doc out for lunch while he was trying to make points. I didn’t care for the venom he was spewing about both getting even with you and about getting his hands on the doc. I let him know it.”
    “He wasn’t trying to impress her,” Jackson ground out. “He was trying to fuck her with his eyes and making both Doc and Julia nervous while doing it!” he practically spat out. “There was no way in hell I was going to leave her there with that asshole. He has always wanted whatever I had, since high school. He has some sort of screwed up competition with me going on in his head.”
    Hunter ignored his outburst and just continued with his observations. “Then there was Joe Saunders and his brothers. Well, Doc probably doesn’t go for the whole sharing thing, though. Adam and Sean Taggart were also comparing notes about her figure and face, very respectfully, though. Hey, you asked!” he yelped as Jackson shoved him forcefully off his chair and onto the floor.
    Frustration that had been climbing up Jackson’s gut now had the added company of raw jealousy. He looked at her talking to his aunt while putting food on their trays. She was laughing uninhibitedly at something Donny had said. Donny O’Doyle was his Aunt Florence’s “friend” and owner of The Gas Pump. Since his uncle had passed away, she had been a model of strength for his cousins. Women were so much tougher than men, he thought. His aunt and his Uncle Martin had been so in love all these years. His loss had been the most painful thing in his own life until that point. She made sure that her boys and nephews were loved and supported during that awful time while quietly dealing with her own devastation. She always put everyone else first and he loved her so much for that. In the last year, she began going out occasionally and seemed to frequent The Pump a bit more when his parents went out on the town. In fact, it was the place in town where everyone ended up on the weekends, regardless of their age. Donny owned and ran the honky-tonk and had an unabashed admiration for his aunt. He was quick with the jokes and probably easy on the eyes of the mature females, at fifty-nine years old. Donny had black hair streaked with silver and a quick wit. Donny made his aunt laugh again so it was okay by him. He heard his aunt blurt out that she thought that Billie was a much better companion for Jackson than his previous attempt with Gwen. Ugh, this can’t be good. He tried to ignore the female twittering at that comment and how the ladies filled their new neighbor in on his “mistake.”
    He swung his attention back to Billie. He calmed a bit at how she seemed to seamlessly fit in. She exuded gentle warmth that he found so appealing to his battered heart. Would she run from him when he wasn’t what she thought he would be? Jackson had a feeling that he was much harder and much more dominant than her husband had been. He wondered if she would follow his lead when they were in bed. Would she allow him to control her there? He had some intense appetites when it came to sex. Would she be able to handle it? With a shake of his head, he tried to redirect his thoughts. They certainly weren’t convincing his dick to do anything other than memorize the number of buttons on the fly of his jeans.
    Dinner was an