Brodie by Lori Wilde

Author:Lori Wilde
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lori Wilde

Despite his best intentions, he was letting Deannie get too close. Brodie hefted another box onto his shoulder and carted it into the bedroom.

He couldn’t afford to let things progress so swiftly. He didn’t know enough about her, and what he knew was not very commendable.

“Cool your jets, Trueblood,” he muttered under his breath. “There’s plenty of time for things to develop. No hurry. No rush.”

So why did a headlong urgency consume him? Why had thoughts of Deannie kept him awake all night? Why did he fantasize about the taste of those luscious pink lips when he fully knew of the dangers?

Yes, his head said, Slow down, slow down, slow down. But his body cried, Now, now, now.

Brodie stacked the box alongside the others, then placed his palms against his lower back and stretched.

Truthfully, he was feeling vulnerable. His father had just died, and even though they’d never seen eye to eye, a part of his past was dead and buried for good. Some mourning was expected.

Also, he was the one who had inherited Willow Creek. Complete responsibility for the ranch’s success or failure lay at his feet. Brodie had to provide not only for himself but also for Kenny and his family.

There were adjustments and needs to satisfy. Needs that had been gnawing at Brodie for some time. A sharp, aching need to find a wife, get married, and have a family of his own. What was the point in pouring his heart into Willow Creek if he had no one to leave it to?

Brodie bit his bottom lip. How he longed for a chance to be a better father to his children than Rafe had been to him.

“Think about it later,” he told himself.

“Did you say something?” Deannie inquired sweetly when he returned to the living room. She glanced up from where she was sweeping dust balls out the front door.

Mid-morning sunlight splashed into the cabin, catching her fiery red hair in a shining glow. She appeared almost angelic standing there with that halo of curls tumbling around her head, and the corners of her mouth tugged upward.

His stomach clenched in response to her smile. “Nothing,” he mumbled.

The air smelled of soap and cleaning solution, and Brodie wondered if the smell might account for his dizziness. He wasn’t admitting it was sexual chemistry.

She continued her sweeping, her lithe body moving in a hypnotic rhythm. Whish, whish, whish. The broom scooted across the wood.

They’d dressed like each other, Brodie noted with a start. Both were wearing white cotton T-shirts now streaked with dirt and faded blue jeans. The only difference was he had on boots and she’d donned sneakers. It was as if their minds ran along the same track. She was a feminine version of himself.

No. She’s very different from you. Remember, you found her gambling in a bar. She’s more like Kenny or Rafe.

Yet, Brodie couldn’t shake the notion she was his female mirror image. His other half.

He watched Deannie, mesmerized by her lithe motion. How beguiling

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