12 Borrowing Trouble by Becky McGraw

Author:Becky McGraw [Becky McGraw]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Texas Trouble
Published: 2014-05-20T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Dylan carried a stack of clothes on hangers to the truck. Except for a few hangers in the back of her closet in Carrie’s bedroom, this was the last of it. Lifting the light stuff was as much as he’d been able to help with. He didn’t want to screw up his arm again.

With Chris’s help, Zane had been doing all the heavy lifting. When she wasn’t helping him, which was most of the time, Carrie had been oohing and aahing at how strong Zane was, and thanking him for his help. Dylan had to admit, the bastard was strong as a mule. But that damned smile of his when Carrie praised him reminded Dylan of that wolf in the kid’s story.

All the better to eat you with. All Dylan wanted to do was knock those big ass teeth of his down his throat.

He walked to the back door of the truck, then changed his mind, shifted the clothes, and opened the front door. It took some doing, but he stuffed the clothes in on top of the boxes in the front seat. Half of the front seat was now packed up to the roof. There was just enough room left for two. That would keep the damned Aussie from getting into the front seat beside Carrie again. He slammed the door, put a hip into it to snap it shut, barely holding back a laugh.

Regardless of whether he puked all over the back seat of his truck or not, Dylan wasn’t going to sit up there and watch Zane Lawrence paw Carrie again. He would be the one puking if that happened. He’d had enough of that by the time they pulled up in front of her parents’ ranch house. More than enough. When the big Aussie put his hands on her waist to lift her down from the truck on the passenger side, Dylan had seriously contemplated getting his shotgun from under the seat. He had to wonder if the man was needling him on purpose.

The sly, challenging look Zane cast him when he put his big hands on her waist told Dylan he was up to something. It was like he was daring Dylan to say something. To do something. Like beat the shit out of him. Which is just the urge Dylan had fought during the entire drive out to the boonies, where her parents’ ranch was located.

Huffing out a breath, he walked back into the house. Her parents weren’t home. Carrie said they were probably at the local church, preparing for the social that was held every last Friday of the month. It was happening this week, and Carrie said her mother always cooked for it, while her father cut the lawn. It sounded like she had been raised in a Beaver Cleaver type perfect family. A far cry from how he’d been raised. That just drove home the point of how different they were. Joel had been right to warn him to stay away from her.

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