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period.”
“That’s not acceptable,” she said. “Isn’t there something else we can do?”
“I can file in Nevada, but you don’t meet the residency requirements, I don’t believe.”
“What requirements?”
“You would have to be a resident of the state for the last sixweeks.”
“My father owns a condo in Vegas, will that do?”
Mr. Thompson rubbed his chin. “Maybe. You need someone to sign an affidavit that you’ve been a resident for the time period requirement. Can you do that?”
She chewed her lip for a moment while she tried to think of someone. Tipping her head to the side, her lips curved into a small smile when she met the attorney’s gaze again. “Not a problem. I’m sure I can find someone. Eric isn’t the only one who knows people.”
“We could have your divorced in three days if you can get the affidavit and we can locate him to sign the paperwork. If he contests, it will take a bit longer.”
“Consider it done,” Brett added.
Neither of the two men had said a word until now.
“Brett?”
“My mother lives outside of Vegas. She’ll do it.”
It had still taken weeks to get the divorce finalized. They hadn’t been able to find Eric. The asshole had disappeared. She knew she could have left Flagstaff weeks ago and gone home, but she didn’t want to.
“This is ridiculous,” she said out loud as her thoughts returned to the present.
Brett and Ryan respected her decision not to cheat on her husband no matter whether he’d cheated first, but now she wanted—
She wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted. Brett or Ryan. Both?
“Talking to yourself again, princess?” Ryan asked when he stepped through the sliding glass doors.
“You’re home!”
He bent down and kissed her cheek. The urge to turn her face and capture his lips with hers almost drove her crazy.
“Miss me?”
“Would you think terribly of me if I said yes?”
A wide grin spread across his mouth, showing off his pearly white teeth. “Not in the least. I’m glad you missed me.”
Okay. He’s a bit too cocky.
“It’s only because both you and Brett were gone today and I was alone in this big house by myself.”
His bottom lip stuck out like a pouting child. “Is that all?”
Laughter bubbled from her lips. “All right, no. I kind of like having you around.”
“That’s better.”
Before she knew what he was doing, he bent down again and brushed his lips against hers. Oh yeah. That’s exactly what I want and need.
“We need to celebrate tonight, so when Brett gets home, we’re going out.”
“Out?”
“Yep. Your divorce finalized today, right?”
“Yes.” She stuck her leg out and wiggled her toes. “And the cast is off.”
“Then you’re a free woman, Whitney Morris.”
“Mmm… a free woman to do as I please.” Including going to bed with whomever I want. Intriguing thought.
* * * *
Brad Paisley’s voice met her ears when they pushed through the entrance of the biggest cowboy bar in Flagstaff. She’d come to realize over her time with the cousins that their tastes in music varied, but only from one end of the country genre to the other. They did listen to classic rock sometimes, but she considered most of that to be country anyway.
“Get us a table, Brett. We’ll be right back,” Ryan said, grabbing her hand and tugging her toward the dance floor.
A giggle left her lips. “What are you doing?”
“We’re gonna two-step, princess.”
“Ever heard of asking?”
He stopped and frowned. “You don’t want to dance with me?”
“I didn’t say that, Ryan. I just didn’t hear you ask. That’s all. A woman likes to be asked to dance.”
“Fine.” He quickly changed directions, found an empty chair, pushed her down into it and held out his hand. “Will you dance with me, Whit?”
Tapping her finger against her lips, she gave him a flirtatious glance and said, “I don’t know. I mean I’m here with these two absolutely gorgeous guys, and I don’t
“That’s not acceptable,” she said. “Isn’t there something else we can do?”
“I can file in Nevada, but you don’t meet the residency requirements, I don’t believe.”
“What requirements?”
“You would have to be a resident of the state for the last sixweeks.”
“My father owns a condo in Vegas, will that do?”
Mr. Thompson rubbed his chin. “Maybe. You need someone to sign an affidavit that you’ve been a resident for the time period requirement. Can you do that?”
She chewed her lip for a moment while she tried to think of someone. Tipping her head to the side, her lips curved into a small smile when she met the attorney’s gaze again. “Not a problem. I’m sure I can find someone. Eric isn’t the only one who knows people.”
“We could have your divorced in three days if you can get the affidavit and we can locate him to sign the paperwork. If he contests, it will take a bit longer.”
“Consider it done,” Brett added.
Neither of the two men had said a word until now.
“Brett?”
“My mother lives outside of Vegas. She’ll do it.”
It had still taken weeks to get the divorce finalized. They hadn’t been able to find Eric. The asshole had disappeared. She knew she could have left Flagstaff weeks ago and gone home, but she didn’t want to.
“This is ridiculous,” she said out loud as her thoughts returned to the present.
Brett and Ryan respected her decision not to cheat on her husband no matter whether he’d cheated first, but now she wanted—
She wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted. Brett or Ryan. Both?
“Talking to yourself again, princess?” Ryan asked when he stepped through the sliding glass doors.
“You’re home!”
He bent down and kissed her cheek. The urge to turn her face and capture his lips with hers almost drove her crazy.
“Miss me?”
“Would you think terribly of me if I said yes?”
A wide grin spread across his mouth, showing off his pearly white teeth. “Not in the least. I’m glad you missed me.”
Okay. He’s a bit too cocky.
“It’s only because both you and Brett were gone today and I was alone in this big house by myself.”
His bottom lip stuck out like a pouting child. “Is that all?”
Laughter bubbled from her lips. “All right, no. I kind of like having you around.”
“That’s better.”
Before she knew what he was doing, he bent down again and brushed his lips against hers. Oh yeah. That’s exactly what I want and need.
“We need to celebrate tonight, so when Brett gets home, we’re going out.”
“Out?”
“Yep. Your divorce finalized today, right?”
“Yes.” She stuck her leg out and wiggled her toes. “And the cast is off.”
“Then you’re a free woman, Whitney Morris.”
“Mmm… a free woman to do as I please.” Including going to bed with whomever I want. Intriguing thought.
* * * *
Brad Paisley’s voice met her ears when they pushed through the entrance of the biggest cowboy bar in Flagstaff. She’d come to realize over her time with the cousins that their tastes in music varied, but only from one end of the country genre to the other. They did listen to classic rock sometimes, but she considered most of that to be country anyway.
“Get us a table, Brett. We’ll be right back,” Ryan said, grabbing her hand and tugging her toward the dance floor.
A giggle left her lips. “What are you doing?”
“We’re gonna two-step, princess.”
“Ever heard of asking?”
He stopped and frowned. “You don’t want to dance with me?”
“I didn’t say that, Ryan. I just didn’t hear you ask. That’s all. A woman likes to be asked to dance.”
“Fine.” He quickly changed directions, found an empty chair, pushed her down into it and held out his hand. “Will you dance with me, Whit?”
Tapping her finger against her lips, she gave him a flirtatious glance and said, “I don’t know. I mean I’m here with these two absolutely gorgeous guys, and I don’t
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