The only thing that women are good for is spreading their legs. The sooner you learn that the better your life will be. – Donna LeighRye stood in the hallway and saw all the women in her house. She was fighting off a panic attack when the dark-haired woman spoke. Reality slapped her hard in the face with what the other woman said. Why was he still there? What did he want with her? He had to have plenty of women that would give him their bodies. Was the black-haired woman another of his conquests? Is that all she really was?The tears in her eyes were threatening to fall when Chance stepped into view. He looked at her and seemed to be just as hurt as she was. But then she remembered that she should have known better. The anger inside her rivaled the pain. Angry with herself just as much as she was with him, she turned on her heel and started to return to her room.He called her by the damned nickname he gave her. Facing him she reminded him that she had a name. Then she reminded he
Bring your ass over, boy. Bring breakfast. – PatchChance punched in his code to his uncle’s house to bypass the keyed lock and opened the door. He was immediately greeted by Roxy, a pit bull that was rescued from a dog fighter that Patch was rehabilitating. Her gray scarred body wiggled with excitement as she made scratchy barking noises.“Hey girl.” Chance smiled at the dog. He scratched her bouncing rump as he tried to get inside the house. “Let me in and I’ll give you a hash brown.”“Bribery will get you everywhere with that one.” Jaye said coming over to help. “Come on, Roxy." She snapped twice and the dog went and sat at the woman’s feet. The dog sat on her haunches, looking at the woman as if she hung the moon.Or at least knew where the treat jar was.Jaye was what would be considered heavy set, but Chance knew that she was in very good shape. Like many of the others on Cookie’s crew, you did not want to get into a fight with her. Chance was man enough to admit that he had los
You poor girl. There’s a good puppy under those scars. – AliciaJaye reached over and squeezed Chance’s hand as Patch put his breakfast burrito down. He brushed a few crumbs from his beard and used a napkin to wipe his face. When he had decided that Chance had enough time to formulate his thoughts, he looked at his nephew and pushed him to look deeper inside. He might only be the veterinarian for the ranch, but in the past decade, he had picked up some knowledge. “What’s the real problem, son?” Patch asked. “Tell me why you’re here. Why, after all these years, this woman has you breaking all your rules.”Chance looked at his uncle and let out a soft breath. “Somehow, Rye made it out of all that, she survived it. But she feels like she doesn’t deserve anything. She believes that she failed because when she was twelve, she promised her dad that she would keep her mother and sister safe. One is dead and the other,” he let out a breath as he pictured Leigh Anne in his mind,
I just moved in. I’m still in the process of getting settled. But I knew that you wanted to see the house. – RyeRye watched the new caseworker walk through inspecting the little house. As the short, skinny Asian woman walked through the house, the same that seemed too full and bursting with everything and anything that she or Michael might need, suddenly it seemed lacking.Opening the pantry, the woman hmphed and marked something on her clipboard. “You don’t have much food.”“I just moved in on Saturday and my friends gave me a surprise housewarming and baby shower yesterday.” Rye said smiling at her and hoping that the woman didn’t see through her false bravado. After all, of all the women that were at her house yesterday, she really only knew two. There was no way that she was going to admit that.“I had planned to go to the store tonight after work.” Rye admitted as the woman opened to refrigerator and saw the remaining fruit, vegetable and meat and cheese trays.
No, seriously, the slut himself hasn’t had a bunny in about two months. – WhipFirst thing Monday morning, Chance caught Rye in the back hallway of the daycare to make sure that they were good. Neither knew that they were being watched on the security system. Now not only did Karan and Werewolf watch them, so did Law and Tank. “Rye,” he whispered as he pulled her into a hug, “I can’t live without you in my life. I need you.”“I don’t know what we’re doing.” She admitted quietly.“Neither do I, Duchess. I just know, I don’t want it to end.”“Me neither.” Rye admitted quietly as she enjoyed the way this felt.“You want to do lunch?” he asked her and pressed a light kiss to her hair.“I need to call the new caseworker and let her know that I have a new house.”“Okay.” He shifted them and tipped her face up and gently nibbled on her lips. “Let me know?”“Yeah.” She breathed out as she pushed up on her toes to kiss him.Karan sat in her office wit
Mia, babe, I’m headed over to the Shack with Chance. – CeltRye’s teeth began to chatter as she sat in the hospital parking lot. Turning the key, she looked around and realized that the sun had already set. She didn’t want to go to the house, it was for Michael. Other than work, there was only one other place that she could think of to go.As if on autopilot, Rye went to the Shack. The man at the gate waved as she passed. Her regular spot was still open, and she did as everyone told her to do. Left the key fob in the cup holder. While she had stayed here, she had only gone to her room and the kitchen. Once she had gone to Karan’s room for ice cream and gossip. She really wasn’t good at that. Add it to the list of failures. Rye sat at the bar and looked up to see a woman only a few years older than herself. She had multiple piercings, a few face and neck tattoos, pink hair and pink eyes with dark purple stars. “Your eyes are awesome.” The woman said and held ou
Miss Rye is going to be out today; her little boy is sick. – Miss AshleyThe headache that Rye woke up with the next morning was horrible. The upset stomach was not any better. But the dry mouth that she had was the worst. Ever.She rolled to the edge of the bed and laid there for a moment. When the urge to throw up subsided, and the floor got still, she sat up and repeated the process. Slowly she made her way to the bathroom door. “Tylenol.” She mumbled to herself as she peed. After washing her hands, she left the master suite and could hear someone in her kitchen. Chance stepped out of the kitchen carrying a plate and a mug. “Hey, duchess, I was about to wake you up. I fixed you some breakfast.”He spoke softly as he moved to the dining room. After setting her breakfast down, he flipped on the lights as he walked over to her. “How’s the head?” he asked leading her to the table. “Hurts.” Rye admitted as she sat down. “Thought it might.” Chance p
Trust me. I’ve seen the absolute worst and best of people. – CarlyCarly was a licensed therapist and used various types of animal therapy. She was good at handling injured animals and people. Both physical and emotional. She was also good at reading people and making quick judgements that were usually right.She had a long pink and purple pixie cut and a few visible tattoos. Her work boots had been left on the front porch and she wore thick black socks. The bottoms of her jeans were rolled up concealing the mud and other things from the barns. Her thick khaki jacket hung in the foyer and the long sleeves of her red flannel shirt were rolled above her elbows.Carly smiled at the group in the living room. “Unless you live here, sit down and shut up. Miss Lynch, show me your home, please.”The three lawyers sat at the dining table and went back to work, reviewing the notes and other information that they had been able to pull on such short notice. Karan made Chance sit