Games of the Heart
Page 101
“Thank God I didn’t put on my lip gloss yet,” she whispered breathily a second after he lifted his head away half an inch.
He smiled into her eyes but even as he did, he told her, “Later, we got shit to talk about.”
Her eyes danced and she returned, “Hopefully, we’ll always have shit to talk about.”
He lifted his head another inch, feeling his smile fading. “Important shit, sweetheart.”
Her eyes moved to his mouth then back to his.
Then she noted, “I’m not real hot on the look on your face.”
Mike wasn’t real hot on what he was feeling.
“Mike?” Dusty called and he focused on her.
“Tomorrow. Now, let’s go meet your friends.”
“Unh-unh,” she shook her head and kept her arms locked around him. “No way. I’m not about to commence drinking with Jerra, which commences anything goes worried about what’s on your mind. Spill.”
“Dusty –”
Her eyes narrowed, she got up on her toes and squeezed tight. “Spill.”
Christ, she could be adorable.
Mike smiled and muttered, “Seems you can be bossy too.”
“Don’t be sexy, cute hot when I’m being bossy,” she ordered and Mike started chuckling.
“Mike,” it was a warning, “spill.”
Mike spilled.
“You’ve got a good life.”
This time Dusty smiled. “Noticed that did you?”
He tore his eyes from her smile and looked at the sun setting over the south Texas plains. When he looked back at her, strangely, she looked confused.
Still, he replied, “Yeah, I did. Then again, hard to miss.”
She edged an inch away but didn’t take her arms from him and asked, “You mean this?”
Mike blinked at her and he did it slow.
“This?” he asked.
She looked around then back at him. “Yeah. This. Is that what you mean?”
“Darlin’, you got a great house, a buttload of land, a fantastic business and a hassle-free life. So yeah. I mean this. All of it.”
She studied him and she did it closely.
Then she announced, “Beau’s down here. He’s a pain in my ass and if you’ll remember on our plane ride down here, I forewarned you he’s a staple at Schub’s especially Friday night. You’ll probably see him. He’ll probably do something to prove he’s a jackass and being a hot guy, alpha male, badass you’ll probably be forced to do something that will prove to everyone he’s what they already know. A jackass.”
“Dusty –”
“Then there’s Ryder who broke my heart. Broke it in half. He moved away but he’s back and I see him every once in a while. It’s not a lot but each time it hurts. Not remembering what we had but that I fell for his shit.”
“Dus –”
“And it doesn’t snow here. Not even at Christmas. Brown Christmases suck, babe.”
Mike felt his lips turn up but still he tried again, “Dusty –”
He also failed.
“There’s no Hilligoss. There’s no Reggie’s. There’s no Frank’s. I’ll repeat there’s no Hilligoss. And the only bar in town is Schub’s and if you’re not in the mood for rowdy, you’re f**ked.”
He dipped his face closer and started, “Honey, I –”
She cut him off again. “If I don’t go back, I’ll miss the teenage romance of Finley Holliday and Clarisse Haines playing out and I definitely won’t be able to play kickass, cool, cowboy boot-wearing, pottery-making fairy godmother Aunt Dusty.”
Mike decided to shut up.
It was a good decision seeing as Dusty wasn’t done.
“No wants me to sing with his band the next time I’m home and they’re practicing. Rocky was cool and I liked her. Merry was hilarious and I really liked him. Both No and Rees are nowhere near ready to be on their own on a horse so there’s tuition I’m in the middle of that it’s a moral imperative I finish. And if Audrey starts f**king up your life, who’s going to get in a bitch smackdown with her?”
She stopped talking.
So Mike felt it safe to ask, “Are you done?”
“No,” she replied then finished, “Most importantly, down here there’s no you.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Angel,” he whispered but had no more. His chest was burning and he found he couldn’t talk around the intensity of the heat.
“Texas isn’t gonna fall into an ocean, Mike,” she said softly. “You know I’ve decided I’m not selling the ranch. I’m gonna rent it. No doors are closing. But one opened a while ago and I think you remember I walked right through.”
“I don’t want you to have any regrets,” Mike said softly right back.
She shook her head and again pressed close. “I’ve been involved in lots of games of the heart, gorgeous. Rolled the dice time and again, took a lot of risks, took a lot of falls. Finally seems I’m winning. I’m not about to play it safe now.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
“How badly you want me to meet Jerra and Hunter?” Mike asked.
He watched her blink then she asked, “Sorry?”
“How badly you want me to meet your friends?”
“Uh…badly. As badly as they wanna meet you.”
“So how pissed would they be that we’re an hour or two late?”
Light dawned, her eyes flashed, he had to fight his dick getting hard but even as her face got soft, her lips grinned.
“They got a babysitter. Since I called her Wednesday and told her we’re coming down, Jerra’s been so beside herself, you’d think I told her I was bringing Charlie Hunnam home with me. She’s called seven times. If we’re even ten minutes late, she’ll lose her mind.”
“Charlie who?”
“Charlie Hunnam, Jax from Sons of Anarchy. She watches that show religiously. She has a Sons of Anarchy coffee mug. A Sons of Anarchy ashtray even though she doesn’t smoke. A Sons of Anarchy t-shirt. And she has a Sons of Anarchy billfold that she actually uses that says, ‘What would Gemma do?’ She’s told Hunter that if Charlie Hunnam shows up at the door and tells her she’s the woman of his dreams, she’s leaving him and their kids. Hunter is usually laidback about most stuff but seeing as he’s half Mexican-American, half-WASP, dark-skinned, black-haired and looks absolutely nothing like Charlie Hunnam, not to mention he’s ten years older than Charlie, he, for some reason, does not find this amusing. So, head’s up, babe. Do not mention Sons of Anarchy and absolutely do not mention Charlie Hunnam or sparks will fly and I promise you’ll get burned.”
He smiled into her eyes but even as he did, he told her, “Later, we got shit to talk about.”
Her eyes danced and she returned, “Hopefully, we’ll always have shit to talk about.”
He lifted his head another inch, feeling his smile fading. “Important shit, sweetheart.”
Her eyes moved to his mouth then back to his.
Then she noted, “I’m not real hot on the look on your face.”
Mike wasn’t real hot on what he was feeling.
“Mike?” Dusty called and he focused on her.
“Tomorrow. Now, let’s go meet your friends.”
“Unh-unh,” she shook her head and kept her arms locked around him. “No way. I’m not about to commence drinking with Jerra, which commences anything goes worried about what’s on your mind. Spill.”
“Dusty –”
Her eyes narrowed, she got up on her toes and squeezed tight. “Spill.”
Christ, she could be adorable.
Mike smiled and muttered, “Seems you can be bossy too.”
“Don’t be sexy, cute hot when I’m being bossy,” she ordered and Mike started chuckling.
“Mike,” it was a warning, “spill.”
Mike spilled.
“You’ve got a good life.”
This time Dusty smiled. “Noticed that did you?”
He tore his eyes from her smile and looked at the sun setting over the south Texas plains. When he looked back at her, strangely, she looked confused.
Still, he replied, “Yeah, I did. Then again, hard to miss.”
She edged an inch away but didn’t take her arms from him and asked, “You mean this?”
Mike blinked at her and he did it slow.
“This?” he asked.
She looked around then back at him. “Yeah. This. Is that what you mean?”
“Darlin’, you got a great house, a buttload of land, a fantastic business and a hassle-free life. So yeah. I mean this. All of it.”
She studied him and she did it closely.
Then she announced, “Beau’s down here. He’s a pain in my ass and if you’ll remember on our plane ride down here, I forewarned you he’s a staple at Schub’s especially Friday night. You’ll probably see him. He’ll probably do something to prove he’s a jackass and being a hot guy, alpha male, badass you’ll probably be forced to do something that will prove to everyone he’s what they already know. A jackass.”
“Dusty –”
“Then there’s Ryder who broke my heart. Broke it in half. He moved away but he’s back and I see him every once in a while. It’s not a lot but each time it hurts. Not remembering what we had but that I fell for his shit.”
“Dus –”
“And it doesn’t snow here. Not even at Christmas. Brown Christmases suck, babe.”
Mike felt his lips turn up but still he tried again, “Dusty –”
He also failed.
“There’s no Hilligoss. There’s no Reggie’s. There’s no Frank’s. I’ll repeat there’s no Hilligoss. And the only bar in town is Schub’s and if you’re not in the mood for rowdy, you’re f**ked.”
He dipped his face closer and started, “Honey, I –”
She cut him off again. “If I don’t go back, I’ll miss the teenage romance of Finley Holliday and Clarisse Haines playing out and I definitely won’t be able to play kickass, cool, cowboy boot-wearing, pottery-making fairy godmother Aunt Dusty.”
Mike decided to shut up.
It was a good decision seeing as Dusty wasn’t done.
“No wants me to sing with his band the next time I’m home and they’re practicing. Rocky was cool and I liked her. Merry was hilarious and I really liked him. Both No and Rees are nowhere near ready to be on their own on a horse so there’s tuition I’m in the middle of that it’s a moral imperative I finish. And if Audrey starts f**king up your life, who’s going to get in a bitch smackdown with her?”
She stopped talking.
So Mike felt it safe to ask, “Are you done?”
“No,” she replied then finished, “Most importantly, down here there’s no you.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Angel,” he whispered but had no more. His chest was burning and he found he couldn’t talk around the intensity of the heat.
“Texas isn’t gonna fall into an ocean, Mike,” she said softly. “You know I’ve decided I’m not selling the ranch. I’m gonna rent it. No doors are closing. But one opened a while ago and I think you remember I walked right through.”
“I don’t want you to have any regrets,” Mike said softly right back.
She shook her head and again pressed close. “I’ve been involved in lots of games of the heart, gorgeous. Rolled the dice time and again, took a lot of risks, took a lot of falls. Finally seems I’m winning. I’m not about to play it safe now.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
“How badly you want me to meet Jerra and Hunter?” Mike asked.
He watched her blink then she asked, “Sorry?”
“How badly you want me to meet your friends?”
“Uh…badly. As badly as they wanna meet you.”
“So how pissed would they be that we’re an hour or two late?”
Light dawned, her eyes flashed, he had to fight his dick getting hard but even as her face got soft, her lips grinned.
“They got a babysitter. Since I called her Wednesday and told her we’re coming down, Jerra’s been so beside herself, you’d think I told her I was bringing Charlie Hunnam home with me. She’s called seven times. If we’re even ten minutes late, she’ll lose her mind.”
“Charlie who?”
“Charlie Hunnam, Jax from Sons of Anarchy. She watches that show religiously. She has a Sons of Anarchy coffee mug. A Sons of Anarchy ashtray even though she doesn’t smoke. A Sons of Anarchy t-shirt. And she has a Sons of Anarchy billfold that she actually uses that says, ‘What would Gemma do?’ She’s told Hunter that if Charlie Hunnam shows up at the door and tells her she’s the woman of his dreams, she’s leaving him and their kids. Hunter is usually laidback about most stuff but seeing as he’s half Mexican-American, half-WASP, dark-skinned, black-haired and looks absolutely nothing like Charlie Hunnam, not to mention he’s ten years older than Charlie, he, for some reason, does not find this amusing. So, head’s up, babe. Do not mention Sons of Anarchy and absolutely do not mention Charlie Hunnam or sparks will fly and I promise you’ll get burned.”
