The One (Book 1, of The Wilde Brothers, A Contemporary Western Romance) by Eckhart Lorhainne

Author:Eckhart, Lorhainne [Eckhart, Lorhainne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-12-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Joe left Margaret standing at the edge of the clearing with the flashlight as he walked away. He was still reeling from what she had said to him about Sara. He thought she was a spiteful, jealous bitch, but he was embarrassed to admit she had nailed part of her analogy right on the head. That pissed him off more than anything, as he didn’t want to admit that she could be right.

“Joe, where are you going?” she called out. He could hear her rubber boots slapping in the mud as she ran up behind him, but he didn’t look back. He couldn’t look at her, because she was making him think this was all his fault. He shoved her passenger door closed and strode around the front of his running truck.

“Joe, stop!” she shouted again, this time grabbing his arm and not letting go.

He glared at her, and she seemed to stand taller as she stood up to him. He knew his look should have had her taking a step back, putting as much distance between them as she could, but she was no pushover. She was about as different from Sara and Evie as any woman could get.

“Look, unless you’re going to let me take your horse and go after my son, I need to hurry home and get mine. I’ll be back, and then I’m going after my kid,” he said.

This time, she let go of his arm and stepped back. “Fine, go,” she said as she stepped away again.

Joe didn’t wait. He slid behind the wheel and spun the tires, swinging the truck around and skidding in the mud as he raced back down the driveway, cursing the entire way and wondering what foolish notion could have gone through his son’s head to make him believe this was a good idea.

When he pulled back in, the front door opened and Sara raced out with her jacket over her head. “Did you find him?” she called.

He slammed his door and leaped up the front steps into the house.

“Joe, you’re tracking mud on the floor!” she said as he hurried into his bedroom and took in the queen-size bed, the olive-green sheets left in a rumpled disarray where he’d spent a couple of hours easing his need in the most sexy, responsive woman he’d ever had the good fortune to bed. What had his son done while he’d been in here, rutting like an animal? He’d stolen away into the night.

“I don’t give a crap about the floor,” Joe snapped. “I only care about my son.” He pulled a wool sweater from his closet, dumped his slicker and hat on the bed, and pulled it on over his shirt. His jeans were damp from the rain, but he wasn’t wasting any more time changing.

Sara snatched the wet garments off the bed and made a face. He took the slicker from her and wondered if she was more concerned about the mud and dirt than his son. With

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