“I can come up with an inventive way for you to pay me back.”“I’ll bet.” Keely swigged and let the bottle dangle by the outside of the tub. “How was the rest of your meeting?”“Long and boring. Pointless. Did I mention long and boring?”“Yes.”“How was your shopping excursion with Gina?”“Expensive. Lord. Why do I have so many nephews and nieces? I limited myself to spending ten bucks on each kid and I still walked out two hundred dollars poorer.”“You love them and you’re not really complaining.”Keely smiled. “How true.”“Would you rather I face you or sit behind you?”That question made her eyes fly open. Oh wow. Jack was totally, gloriously, buck-assed nekkid.Totally, gloriously, buck-assed nekkid and fully aroused. And holding two beers. He really was the perfect man. She scooted forward, splashing water everywhere. “You can sit behind me.”“Somehow I thought you might say that.”Jack handed Keely the beer. When he stretched out in the tub, she was enveloped in his substantial
“Same goes.” She fingered the wet tips of his hair. “I love that you wear it a little long. It’s very bad boy sexy for such a suit and tie wearing professional.”“Then long it stays.” His hungry lips slipped down her wet neck as he sipped the water from her skin.“Keely. I need you. I needed you last night, but I…”“I’d never say no to you, Jack.”“I know that. You don’t say no to me even when you should.” More sweet kisses. More scorching kisses. More sweeping touches. More urgency. Jack said, “Lift up.”Keely gripped the edges of the tub and raised her body. She lowered onto his shaft bit by bit, dragging out the mutual pleasure until his male hardness filled her. When they were locked together, body to body, soul to soul, breathing the same humid air, everything seemed right.It was rare for her to gaze into Jack’s face from a higher vantage point. She couldn’t stop the awed,“Damn, GQ. You are one beautiful man.”His hand shook as he pushed damp tendrils from her cheek. “Not like
“Oh good Lord. What makes me think I can handle two more?”“You love it and you guys wouldn’t have it any other way.”The only thing running through Jack’s mind as the outskirts of Sundance shimmered in the distance was, Thank God.Aside from his father’s death, the past twenty-three days had been the shittiest of his entire life. The projects had gone all right, although none of them would make him rich. Hell, he’d probably lose money when he added in his travel costs.Which would fit in with the way his life was going. He’d about lost his fucking mind when forced to say goodbye to Keely in Denver. She’d turned him inside out with her teary, don’t call me request. Pissed him off too. He’d managed to let her go, but only temporarily. It wasn’t over between them. Not by a long shot.When Jack returned to the hotel room, he noticed the small box of Legos Keely had hidden in his suitcase. With a note,All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Remember to make time for fun. Love, your c
“By whom,” Jack repeated. “If my professional reputation is being examined, I have a right to know who is attempting to malign it. It is your moral obligation to tell me, is it not?”Henry sighed. “Baxter Ducheyne’s company pitched to us. In the two days Baxter and his lovely wife Martine spent in Milford, she revealed a few disturbing things, including your past relationship with her.Martine questioned whether you’d follow through with your wedding to Miss McKay, given your inability to commit to her during the year you were together in Chicago. She also mentioned you immediately dissolved the partnership with Baxter and moved across the county before she married your partner.”Jack seethed. Too angry to speak.“Baxter brought up the ethics of your company signing off with the Wyoming Historical Society on Miss McKay’s building, especially since the two of you are intimately involved.”Unreal. This was a fucking nightmare.“Imagine our surprise when Mrs. Ducheyne asked if we’d agree
“Five minutes,” Chet snapped.“I appreciate that you care about her, but don’t kid yourselves for a second that I don’t care about her too.”They snorted in stereo.Which just pissed him off. “And honestly, this is between Keely and me, no one else, so I’m gonna say this once, and feel free to pass this on to all the McKays: back the fuck off.”“Four minutes,” Remy announced.Chet leaned forward. “I’ll be honest. Part of me wants you to stick around.”Fuck this.His body heeded the message to scram. He stormed out the door, half-shocked he hadn’t felt a crowbar whacking him in the back of the head.But that wasn’t the West boys’ style. Nor the McKays’. No, that psycho bunch of cowboys would come for him with a full frontal attack, no backstabbing bullshit like Baxter.Jack welcomed it. In fact, he had half a mind to make some calls and get the whole fucking thing underway.He had nothing else to lose.******Keely didn’t hang around to ensure Jack vacated the premises. Her tires spit
A truck. She quelled the disappointment it wasn’t a BMW. Her pulse leapt when she realized it was Cord’s truck.AJ had come looking for her.But all four doors of the quad cab opened. Colby emerged first. Followed by Colt. Cord and Cam came around the front end of the truck. Carter was the last one out.Keely gaped at her brothers. All five of her brothers.“You’re a hard woman to find,” Cord said.Her gaze moved from face to face. She expected Cam would chew her out for taking off alone. Colby would comment she needed a babysitter. Colt would threaten to whup her butt. They did none of that. She finally looked at Carter, who’d stepped forward. “Hey, little sis. Looks like you need a friend or five.”The tears she’d kept at bay streamed down her cheeks. Keely ran straight into Carter’s open arms. He caught her and squeezed. “It’s okay. We’re here for you.”“I can’t believe you guys came.” She sniffed when Cam grabbed her from Carter and hugged her tightly.“I can’t believe you thought
“You deserve the best, K. We’d do anything for you, don’t you know that? I feel so damn guilty because Jack is my friend. I brought this on you—”Keely wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “No, Carter, you brought him to me. Thank you.”He pecked her on the cheek. “In that case, you’re welcome. And tell him I’m sorry about his jaw.”She didn’t even ask what the hell that was about.Her heroic, but slightly misguided brothers loaded up in Cord’s truck and were gone. She didn’t move until after the dust settled.The fire had died down. Keely stoked it, gathering her thoughts before she wandered to where her dad and Jack sat, speaking in low tones.Jack wouldn’t look at her. His elbows rested on his knees. He’d aimed his face at the ground.“Daddy, how did you know—”“About your brothers goin’ all vigilante? I didn’t. ’Cause I sure wouldn’t’ve condoned it. Jack called me earlier this morning and admitted he’d screwed up with you big time. He asked if I’d help him find you.Evidentl
A beautiful woman was getting ready to visit her late husband's grave for the very last time. She had decided to move on with her life after a couple of years, despite her initial vow not to fall in love with anyone else after his death. She had loved him with the whole of her heart and soul, and she had clearly decided that even in death, she won't stop loving him.He’d given her everything she could have ever wanted. His love. His respect. Everything but the one thing she needed most, and it was something she could have never asked him for. She’d loved him too much to ever demand of him something he couldn’t give her.She shook away the heavy veil of sadness, determined to get through the day and on with her life. Her new life.She picked up the flowers, her favorite, and brought them to her nose, closing her eyes as she inhaled. They were what he always gave her. Every birthday. Every anniversary. Or any time just because. Today she’d place them on his grave and walk away. This ti