Rough Ride (The Roughnecks) by Ford Keri

Author:Ford, Keri [Ford, Keri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Turquoise Morning Press
Published: 2012-05-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Lane slowed to a crawl and eased past Gretchen’s trailer. Inside was dark. The closed sign out. Not even a light on the front porch. Her car was still parked where he’d left it last night. Maybe she was still in bed. Or holed up watching a movie. He damn sure would be on this drizzling rainy day if he wasn’t looking to get out of this town so fast. He pulled in toward her house for a moment then thought better of it and drove on.

Last night had been a mistake. Big fucking mistake. He’d undressed her. Touched her. Kissed her. Even washed her hair and all the while, he stole looks at her sweet naked body every chance he got. Memorized the pout of her dusty pink nipples. The flush of her skin. Her flat belly and turn of her hips. The trimmed patch of hair shadowing the part of her thighs.

By the time she got out of that bathtub, he’d decided, screw waiting. Then he walked in her room and that damn photograph caught his attention.

In the picture, Gretchen had her arms wrapped around another man and her lips playfully pressed against the guy’s mouth. They had been laughing in the photo and had likely continued laughing after the photograph was taken. Clearly it wasn’t a brother and he knew it must have been a boyfriend. Gretchen didn’t wear a ring.

He’d gotten so damn pissed off so fast, he’d been forced to sit down on the edge of the bed to keep from flinging the photograph across the room. He’d cursed every word and combination he could think of on that man’s head and Gretchen’s too. Then she’d walked in, sat next to him, put her chin on his shoulder and announced the poor bastard was her late-husband.

Her late husband.

Guy tried to buy a six-pack of Coke, attempted to be a hero and got himself killed for it. And Lane had sat there and called the man everything under the sun. And then Gretchen with her arms wrapped around him and…shit—it was all just too much.

It’d been on his mind all damn day, no matter how he tried forgetting it. He knew what was happening. He wanted more and more it was just too dangerous. He parked in his lot and took his porch steps two at a time. Tonight, just him and the TV and probably a cold beer or two. Hell, Gretchen had the right of it. Shades down, lights off.

He kicked his boots off at the door, dropped his keys on the side table and stopped at smelling something fruity or flowery. He couldn’t be certain, but knew for a fact it was all girly. Like light blonde hair and soft curves. Blue eyes to fall into and a warm body to lay against.

Lord, Gretchen had walked in his house yesterday afternoon and now the smell was in here. Everywhere. He stopped, grabbed a meal from the freezer and tossed it in the oven.

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