Riding Hard by Vicki Lewis Thompson

Author:Vicki Lewis Thompson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-06-13T22:00:00+00:00

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TRACY FELL ASLEEP in Drake’s arms, his body still locked securely with hers. Obviously that situation had changed at some point, because when her phone alarm went off, she was by herself in his bed. She stretched and foolishly wished he’d been there beside her when she’d opened her eyes.

That wouldn’t have worked out too well, though. She was still naked, and thoughts of him brought a rush of arousal to all the places he’d loved so energetically hours earlier. If he’d been there, she would have been tempted to replay some of those excellent moments.

But she had to go to work. As she sat up, she noticed a note anchored by the box of condoms sitting on the nightstand. He’d scribbled it in haste and he wrote in cursive, not the neat block letters she’d noticed many men preferred. His handwriting was horrible, and she had to squint to figure out some of the words, but she managed it.

Dottie and Sprinkles doing great. Critters all fed. Coffee in the carafe if you want it. Drove home for a few things. Back around noon. Will start feeding at five. See you after work. I just realized I don’t know where you live. I mean normally.

He’d signed it D. No tender closing. The man had admitted to writing poetry, but there wasn’t anything poetic about this note. If she’d hoped for something sweet, something to let her know...what? That he was madly in love with her? That would be a little quick, now, wouldn’t it? She’d be suspicious of a love note this soon.

Or so she told herself. Still, the utilitarian message he’d left, and the very fact he hadn’t waited until she woke up to drive away, didn’t make her feel all warm and fuzzy. She wouldn’t have minded if he’d signed his note Warmly or Fondly. He’d been both warm and fond in the barn and in this bed.

He’d been one hot commodity, too. Whew. If he’d been popular with women in the past, and she believed that he had, then experience counted for something. He’d given her more pleasure in a few hours than her other two serious boyfriends had given her...ever. They’d never come close to making her yell. In this room, in this bed, with Drake, she’d yelled. Loudly.

Maybe loud yelling didn’t translate into flowery love notes. If she had to choose, she’d take sex that prompted shouts of joy over those notes. No contest there. Plus he had asked where she lived, which had a promising ring to it, as if he might want to continue seeing her after the house-sitting gig ended.

After all they’d shared, she found it odd that he didn’t know that simple fact about her. She rented a small apartment above Spirits and Spurs from Josie. Josie had lived there originally, and after she’d moved to the Last Chance, Caro Davis had stepped in to help run the bar. Caro had also rented the apartment because it was so close to work.

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