Christmastime Cowboy by Maisey Yates

Author:Maisey Yates
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2017-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

THE NEXT MORNING Sabrina woke up feeling stiff, awful and sore. Her entire body ached, her chest ached, her heart ached. She didn’t quite know what to do about any of it.

Damned Liam Donnelly. Everything from the night before came flooding back as she padded gingerly into her living room and started the coffee maker.

She looked out the window and saw that there was no car in her driveway.

Dammit. She was going to have to get a ride to work, and she was going to have to explain herself.

She mentally cataloged who she wanted to come and get her. She was going to owe them an explanation, that was certain. And she didn’t particularly want to give one.

She needed a nonjudgmental driver, and she wasn’t sure that person existed. But she did know somebody she thought might be able to give good advice. Talk her down.

Someone who had certainly been disappointed by a man before.

She groaned, grabbed her cell phone off the counter and dialed her sister-in-law. “Lin? Are you busy?”

“I’m still in bed,” Lindy said, her voice muffled. “What’s wrong?”

“I need a ride to work.”

“What?” She heard the sound of rustling covers and she imagined Lindy sitting bolt upright.

“I’m fine. I’m at home. I just don’t have a car. I left it in town last night.”

“I can give you a ride to your car,” Lindy said, sounding more urgent than sleepy now.

“Maybe after work. But I just want to get in and get started on the day.”

She just wanted something to feel normal. Anything.

“Okay,” Lindy said, her tone hesitant. “It will take me about half an hour to get ready and get down there. Is that okay?”

She knew that regardless of her reassurance Lindy had not entirely bought the promise that she was okay.

“That’s fine.”

She hung up the phone with her sister-in-law and paced the length of her house. She was waiting for the coffee. She needed the coffee. First would come coffee, and then perhaps clarity.

Except she ached between her legs, and she knew exactly why that was. And that was an overriding bit of panic that seemed to defy the idea that clarity was anywhere to be found.

Finally, the coffee was done, and she downed her first cup, then moved on to the second. She was halfway through that one when Lindy arrived at the front door and walked inside without knocking.

Her sister-in-law had her keys held between her knuckles, her expression one of near comical suspicion. She was not her usual pulled-together self, but wearing leggings and a denim shirt, her hair slightly ruffled. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” Sabrina said, eyeballing the keys.

“Blink twice if something is really wrong.”

“There are no intruders in my house,” Sabrina said, deadpan.

Lindy relaxed her stance and looked around shiftily. “It was just very weird to have you call me that early.”

“I know,” Sabrina said, curving her fingers around her coffee mug and leaning over the counter.

“You look...kind of a mess.”

She nodded glumly. “I know. I did my best, but apparently regret is incredibly hard to wash off of your face.

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