Loving the Heartland by Marjorie Jones

Author:Marjorie Jones [Jones, Marjorie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781625220172
Publisher: Indie Artist Press
Published: 2015-02-14T02:00:00+00:00

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Kendra’s heart sank. “Well, not really done, right? Don’t you still have to send all those emails? And what about the video?”

“Right. Well, we’re done with the website, anyway.”

“So, how much longer will you be here?” Lenise asked. “Will you be here for the rodeo?”

“I’ll be here for another day or two. Vincent is wrapping the shoot soon and I’ll be heading back with them.”

“I don’t think so.” The muscles in Kendra’s arms twitched and she hoped Michelle didn’t notice as she lowered them to her sides.

Michelle spun to face her and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Excuse me?”

“You’re not going anywhere. It’s too dangerous.”

“Kendra... I have a business to run in Las Vegas. I never said I’d stay indefinitely.” No matter how much I want to.

Hands on her hips, she directed her gaze at Lenise, who obviously knew her well enough to know when she wasn’t happy. The young girl levitated out of the chair, skirted the table and fled into the kitchen. Michelle followed her movements before returning her attention to Kendra.

“Michelle, don’t look at me like that. You know I’m right.”

“No. I don’t know you’re right.”

“If it’s not safe for Lacey to be in Las Vegas right now, it’s not safe for you either. Especially when this site makes the rounds.”

“What could possibly happen?”

She didn’t even want to think about it. “Probably nothing. But I’m not willing to take that risk.”

Kendra reached for her hat on the coat rack but felt Michelle’s eyes on her back like so many needles. She paused for a moment, and then grabbed her Stetson and placed it on her head. “What?” she asked, firmly.

When she turned around, Michelle was leaning against the table; her firm ass propped on the edge and her rounded hips calling out an invitation she couldn’t possibly ignore. Her crossed arms pushed her breasts upward, accentuating the cleavage visible in the v-neck of her lightweight sweater. Kendra’s body responded with sudden, undeniable intensity.

“I don’t see how any of this is your decision,” she declared.

“Because, you’re my responsibility.”

She scoffed at her. “Since when?”

Ah, hell!

Did she have to be so damn ornery all the time? She could argue a saint into a bottle of bourbon without batting an eyelash. And Kendra was no saint. “Doesn’t matter. You’re staying here until this whole thing is over and done with. End of story.”

“But that could take months!”

Years. If Kendra was lucky. A lifetime, maybe? “Then, I guess you’re stuck here.”

“But that’s crazy, Kendra. I have a life. I have responsibilities. I need some things from my apartment. My equipment? Hell. I’ve got clients in Vegas who are expecting me to come home. Soon!”

“They can wait a bit longer. I’m not going to let you go running back someplace where I can’t protect you.”

“They cannot wait. And you don’t ‘let’ me do anything, Kendra Williams. The last time I checked, you don’t have any say in what I can or cannot do.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“I agree.”

“Then you’ll stay?”

“No.” Michelle paused and took a breath.

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