Nora Roberts Inn BoonsBoro 02 The Last Boyfriend

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. I figure you never know what goes on between twopeople, or a family, but yeah, from what you ve got,skinning seems appropriate.I like Jim okay.He justcalled me a couple weeks ago about rehabbing theirmaster bath.I was supposed to take a look at it after theholidays.Avery wagged a slice of bacon. He s planning a newbathroom and screwing his slut in his wife s bed.Notserious about the slut, no respect for his wife or hisfamily. No respect, agreed.But maybe the affair isn t a slut. Please. Avery shoveled in omelette. She was stillmarried when she first hooked up with Jim, and mysources say Jim isn t, or wasn t, her first cowboy. How do people know this stuff? Who is it anyway? I don t know her.Apparently she lives in Sharpsburg,works for some insurance company.Has a weird nameno smart remark referencing Avery, she added. Harmony, which doesn t seem to be apt. Oh. Oh? Oh? I know a Harmony who works for our insuranceagent.This omelette is great. Aha! Aha? Subject change, shifting in seat. Eyes keen, shewagged a finger at him. Sure signs of guilt and/orevasion.You dated her? No! She s married or she was married.And she s notmy type anyway.Let s just say I ve had conversationsand so on with her due to insurance.And there mayhave been subtext. Slut. With a flick of her finger in the air, Averymimed touting up a scoreboard. I can call em. I ll say the first lines of subtext were delivered whileshe was wearing a wedding ring. Slut! What does she look like? Tell me everything. I don t know, exactly.Blond. Bleached.He let his gaze roam over her messy, clipped-backhair. I m forced to point out you have no grounds todisdain anyone for changing hair colors. You have a point.Still.Is she pretty? I guess.Not my type, he repeated. She s.obvious, is maybe the best word.She s good at her job,as far as I m concerned.That s all I am was still aminterested in.When did the kick-out go down? The day after Christmas.Karyn found out the weekbefore, but let him stay so the kids would get one morefamily Christmas in.Why? I had to drop in the agency a couple days ago, signsome stuff.She didn t seem upset.And, ah, there wasadditional subtext.Those bright blue eyes darkened. Slut slutty slutwith no conscience.She helps destroy a marriage, andnow she s moving on, looking for the next sucker.That swhat my mother did.He said nothing, just laid a hand over hers. That s probably why I have zero tolerance for slutsand cheats. With a shrug, Avery rose to take both theirmugs back to the coffeemaker. In addition to theKaryn/Jim implosion, did you know Beth and Garrett aregetting married? Yeah, she was flashing the ring around last night.They both look happy. They are and Beth s got an extra glow, seeing asshe s about eight weeks pregnant. What? How did I miss this stuff? By spending too much time hanging out with menwho have no gossip to share.They re happy about thebaby.They ve been together almost two years now, andit looks like baby makes three boosted them to make itlegal.I was talking to Beth about the idea of themgetting married at the inn.getting married at the inn. At the inn. Clare and Beckett are getting married there nextspring.This could be a kind of dry run.They wantsomething small, and soon.They were even thinkingabout just doing the courthouse thing, but that madeboth their mothers cry, she added as she came backfrom getting fresh coffee for both of them. When Isuggested the inn, Beth got pretty excited.She didn tknow it was an option. Neither did I. It s up to you guys, of course, but Hope s good withit.I could do the catering, no problem.Mountainsidecould do the flowers.They re only talking about tightfriends and immediate family.Maybe twenty-five, thirtypeople.You ve already got bookings for Valentine s Day,but the weekend after, you re clear so far. Next month? He had to gulp down coffee. That spretty damn quick. As I said last night, one spontaneous semi partydoesn t make you Mr.Spontaneity.Relax.You wouldn thave to do anything.Beth wants to get into a nice dressbefore she starts showing, so they don t want to wait.They d already talked about staying there for theirwedding night, and this would be like one-stopshopping. How much do we charge as a wedding venue?She smiled at him. You and Hope will figure it out.She smiled at him. You and Hope will figure it out.I d probably give them a discount, due to it s the firstone and all that.Play your cards right, wedding guestswill book every room the night before and the night of.Good business, he thought.Avery knew goodbusiness. I ll talk to Hope tomorrow.You ve got a busybrain, Avery. I know.Right now it s thinking we should finish thiscoffee.You go out and plow the lanes while I straightenup from the party.Then to pay me back for my services,you can take me to bed. I can t lose. To my busy brain, it s more like win-win.* * *MAYBE HE LIKED to plow, but as soon as he d done his ownlane perhaps not with the usual finesse Owen headedstraight to Ryder s.Paths for D.A.already cleared, henoted.Good.He parked the jeep, jumped off.He stomped hisboots, then walked into the house. Hey, Ry. Down here. I m covered with snow, man.You come up here.D.A.padded upstairs, tail wagging.He licked snow offD.A.padded upstairs, tail wagging.He licked snow offOwen s boots.Ryder followed moments later.He woresweatpants hacked off at the knees and a sweaty T-shirt. What s up? I m trying to get a damn workout in, afterwhich my plans were to fat-ass before game time.Nowit s sledding and snow wars at Mom s. When? You forget your phone? Has the world ended? I ve got my phone. He dug it out. No messages. Maybe you re not invited.She likes me better. She pretends to like you better so you don t whinelike a baby.She must ve called the house.Anyway, thisworks.I m taking your truck.You need to finish theplowing.Get Beck s, then Mom s.We can switch backover there. You re Mr.Plow. Have you got a woman in here?On a windy sigh, Ryder dipped his hands in his baggypockets. Sadly no. I ve got one.I m taking your truck. So you can go turn on the Little Red Machine.That ssaid with respect and affection.For her. I m taking your truck, then I m going to have sexwhile you re not.You re Mr.Substitute Plow. Then no bitching when I don t do it your way. Just don t screw it up. He grabbed Ryder s truck keysoff the table by the door. What time at Mom s? I don t know.We re not punching a time clock.Two I don t know.We re not punching a time clock.Twoor three.Whenever. Then I ll see you when I see you.As Owen strode out, Ryder looked down at his dog. One of us has to get a woman.I fucking hate plowing.* * *OWEN WALKED IN to the smell of soup simmering, andwhen he stripped out of his gear, into a clean kitchen.Though he considered it a waste of breath over theblasting music, he called Avery s name as he walkedthrough the house.He heard her, singing in the shower, when he reachedthe bedroom.She could barely carry a tune, but shemade up for it with strong enthusiasm and volume.Unable to resist, and really the only downside was aglass shower door rather than a curtain, he yanked thedoor open and made the high-pitched Psycho sounds.Her answering scream was brilliant.Plastered against the shower wall, eyes as big as bluemoons, she gaped at him. What s wrong with you?He had to suck in the breath laughter stole from him. I think I broke a rib laughing, otherwise, I m good. Jesus, Owen. I couldn t help it.It had to be done [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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