The Truth About Cowboys (Texas Heat) by Lisa Renee Jones

Author:Lisa Renee Jones [Jones, Lisa Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Coming Of Age Romance, Ranch, Baseball heroBaseball hero, American Humorous Fiction, Mass Market Romance, Sports Romance, Romantic Comedy, Forced Proximity, Romantic Heroes Cowboys, Alpha Male, Women's Humorous Fiction, Single Title Romance, Ranch Life, second chances, Texas, Writer, Lisa Renee Jones, Fish out of Water, Vacation Romance, Holiday Romance, Redemption, New York Times bestselling author, Contemporary Women's Fiction, Entangled Publishing, Contemporary American Fiction, Enemies to Lovers, small town romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-08-26T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Jessica…

Shelley covers her mouth with her hand, and Martha stands up, walking toward me, stopping in front of me. “Do you think such things about my grandson? That he’s a sexy fu—”

“Oh God, stop right there,” I say. “He’s good-looking, hard-working, and loves his grandmother. That’s what I think of him.”

“Is he your rebound guy?”

“Lord help me if he is.”

She narrows her eyes on me. “What does that mean?”

“Can I plead the fifth?”

Her lips curve. “He is quite good-looking, and he does love his grandma.”

“Yes, he does. And for the record, Shelley, who comes from a family of manners and money, just acted like a wench. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry!” Shelley calls out. “I am a wench. My mother can’t stand that about me. She loves me and all, but I embarrass her and me. And can I still have more cookies?”

Martha considers her for a few moments and then me before she walks to her purse and pulls out a bottle of vodka. “We all need to drink.” She grabs another bottle. “Chocolate martinis.”

“I’m in,” I say, relief washing over me. “I have yet to get sloppy drunk since my break up.”

“I wish I could,” Shelley says, “but I need to head back to Dallas in a few hours. I have a flight out in two days. I need to take care of some things.”

“That’s why you came so early,” I say. “You’re already leaving?” I feel a bit of panic. What if this is it? My one familiar, safe person in this world never comes back to Texas? She goes straight to New York from Europe. I swallow hard. “How about that martini, Martha?”

“Let’s do it,” she says, and the two of us head to the kitchen.

Shelley shows up at the opposite side of the island. “Can Kelly stay?”

“Yes,” I say, helping Martha open a bottle. “If Martha says she can stay.”

“She can stay,” Martha says, glancing at me. “You can bring her over when you help me bake.” She sets a bag on the table. “Supplies. Critical supplies.” She removes bottles and a mixer, the stuff that makes vodka better. The stuff that makes it into chocolate martinis.

“She doesn’t bake,” Shelley says, helping create our mixture. “Like at all. Not anything edible.”

“Thanks, Shelley.” I shake the newly filled shaker and fill three glasses. “Like I need any more self-confidence issues.” I down a martini and Martha does the same. Shelley shrugs and follows suit.

Martha picks up the shaker. “More, please,” I say, offering her my glass.

“Oh hell,” Shelley says. “I’m in. I’ll be leaving in the morning instead of tonight, which is fine, but my God, why is it so hot in here?”

“Drink, you wuss,” Martha says. “Stand by the window unit, but it’s not that bad.”

I laugh. “She’s a wuss.”

“Give me that bottle,” Shelley snaps. “I’ll wuss you, scaredy cat. Afraid to do something different.”

“What’s she talking about, honey?” Martha asks.

“Ignore her,” I command. “I usually do.”

“She always wanted to write a romance novel. She wrote short stories and they were good, but they wouldn’t pay the bills, she said.

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