ONCE IN A BLUE MOON (BLUEBONNET, TEXAS Book 2) by Stuart Amie

Author:Stuart, Amie [Stuart, Amie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dancehall Diaries Ltd.
Published: 2015-05-19T07:00:00+00:00

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Out in the truck he shoved the key in the ignition and started it up. While the truck warmed up he tried to figure out what had bothered him so bad about Jeff.

With a groan he snapped his seatbelt.

He was jealous.

He’d missed her. And 3:00 a.m. was such a long damn ways away. So much for asking her to dinner.

Ty was so used to leaving Bettina sleeping, he’d woken up this morning feeling lost without her there beside him. Well, lost and a little sexually frustrated. He’d also woken up with a full blown hard-on. They hadn’t had sex since Wednesday night. Really early Thursday morning, before he’d gone out to work with daddy and the hired hands.

He felt like a sex fiend but he also missed her and the easy feeling that she left him with deep down in his chest.

He’s taken off early, hoping they could at least have dinner together before he had to play. Instead, it looked like he’d be eating alone.

Ty stopped at the sandwich shop across the highway from the dancehall and grabbed a bite to eat. Only to come to a screeching halt at the sight of Rhea sitting on his tailgate.

How the hell could she breathe in those tight-ass jeans?

His grip on the cup of Dr. Pepper in his hands tightened. He forced himself to relax or he’d end up with sticky soda all over himself. And if he were late getting to the dancehall, Rowdy and Zack would give him hell.

"My, my, my, Mr. Boudreaux look at you." For once her hair was halfway tame and most...some of her assets were hidden beneath a denim jacket that looked suspiciously like one of his that had gone missing after she left.

"What do you want?" His stomach jumped, the turkey and Swiss sandwich he’d eaten sitting heavy in his stomach. Slow and easy, buddy.

"Now is that any way to greet your wife?" She slid off the tailgate, a pout on her too-red lips, her hands on her slender hips, pushing the coat back. She knew her nipples, covered but not hidden by her pink thermal shirt, were loudly protesting the cold.

"You’re not my wife." He grinned but didn’t elaborate. Or laugh. What she didn’t know suited him just fine.

But he screwed up. She now stood between him and the door of his truck. Only inches separated them.

"What are you all dressed up for?" She flicked open his coat, sidled closer and gently squeezed his sides.

He wouldn’t flinch. He kept his eyes on her face, refusing to look down at the breasts barely an inch from his own chest.

He knew this act. The pursed lips, the smile, the touching. She wanted something.

"It’s Saturday." Ty forced himself to keep breathing slow and steady, deathly afraid she’s move closer and mark him with her scent. Or hear how loud his heart was pounding.

"You look good enough to eat," was followed by what would have been a sexy purr on any other woman. On Rhea, he wasn’t sure what it qualified as.

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