Wrangled by Lilith by Remi Carrington

Author:Remi Carrington
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781947685512
Publisher: Phrey Press

Chapter 18

Beau

I carried Lilith into the cabin and put her down on the sofa. “Stay put. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Lilith—this is when I really wish I knew your last name and maybe even your middle name. I feel like without using your full name, you won’t understand how serious I am. Do. Not. Get. Up.”

“Or what?” She set her jaw, ready for battle.

“Let’s not find out. Please.” I made it two steps.

“Beau.”

“Yes, dear?”

“Three things. I need to get to the bathroom, and since you don’t want me to walk.” She bounced her shoulders.

“And?” I made my way back to the couch.

“Where are you going?”

“To get a shirt. I am not going anywhere near Tandy without a shirt.” I scooped her up again. “And the last thing?”

“Lilith Audrey Baxter. But soon, I’ll be changing back to my maiden name. I don’t want any ties to Walter.”

Her face was mere inches from mine, and it would have been easy to close the distance and kiss her.

But I resisted. Before I did anything that daring, I needed to tell her who I was. “Then what should I call you when you won’t listen?”

“Hopper is my maiden name.”

I gently set her on her feet and made sure she was steady before letting go. “I didn’t think you wanted me to take you all the way in.”

“You are correct.” She grabbed my shoulder and pivoted toward the door. “I promise not to show Tandy the pictures I took today. You looked kinda hot with that cowboy hat covering your face.”

Was that a compliment or a dig about my face? “I’m not quite sure how to take that.”

She grinned, then swung the door closed. Apparently, she wasn’t going to offer any clarifying statements.

After getting Lilith settled back on the sofa, I raced home.

Ava met me in the entryway. Why was she always at my house when I didn’t want to talk to her? “What is going on with you two? She doesn’t need someone trying to sweet-talk her after what she’s been through.”

I didn’t appreciate the implication, but I loved the spirit behind the question. “She sprained her ankle. I cut up my T-shirt to use as a compression wrap. The ice pack came in handy. Make sure the guys get it out of the saddle bag. After I get a shirt, I’m headed back to her place. That is all that’s going on.”

“Well, I doubt that, but I don’t think either of y’all have gotten to that page. I’m sorry if it sounded like . . .” She shrugged. “But you didn’t have a shirt on, so I assumed—I’m going to shut up now.”

“We won’t be home for dinner.”

“Beau, I don’t think your feelings are unrequited.”

I hated the idea that we were dinner conversation. “Clint talks too much.”

“Clint? What does he have to do with any of this?”

Turning around, I pinched the bridge of my nose. All the talk was giving me a headache. “You haven’t been talking to Clint?”

“No. I can barely drag a full sentence out of the man, and I’m related to him.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.