Bobby Does Dallas: Hill Country Heart Read Online Free PDF

morning. 
    Carefully, she ran down the highway after the dog.  Her shoes were slick on the bottom, so she tried to watch her step.  In such a hurry to get away from Carl, she had only thrown on a pair of jeans and a thin white blouse.  Running through the downpour, she was completely soaked.  “Wait, puppy!  Wait!”  Rounding a curve, Cecile realized that she wasn't alone out on the dark, lonely road.  She had run right up on a pickup that had slid off into the ditch.  The hood was up over the engine and a man stood looking over the side, working on Lord knows what.  She wasn’t into car mechanics.  Seeing the man, the little dog headed straight for him.  Apparently, he seemed to be less of a threat than she was.  Cecile slowed to a stop.  She never considered that the man might be dangerous – she had been through so much that the thought of facing anyone other than Carl seemed easy.  “Excuse me, sir.  Is this your puppy?”  Cecile scooped the little dog up, afraid that another car could come up on them at any time.
    Bobby heard a voice.  The rain was coming down so hard – at first he thought it was his imagination.  His truck was held together with baling wire and good intentions – and now he had gone and skidded into a damn guard rail.  But that voice . . . it was soft and husky and decidedly feminine.  Immediately, his cock rose to the occasion.  Straightening, he couldn’t wait to see the face that belonged tothat sexy voice.  There was a halogen lantern hanging from the top of his hood, and he was momentarily blinded.  Staring into the darkness, he waited for his eyes to adjust.  Recognizing the tell-tale whimper, he crooned to the animal.  “ Mojo !   Baby, how did you get out of the truck?  Don’t you know we couldn’t do without you?”
    Cecile thought she would melt.  A big man like him talking baby-talk to a dog; it was the sexiest thing she had ever heard.  It was hard to see his face in the glare of the lantern; it took a moment to get used to.  But the idea of the six-foot plus, broad shouldered he-man caring for a little animal was a powerful aphrodisiac to her.  Carl had been as apathetic toward animals as he had been to her.  He wouldn’t have stopped to chase down the little dog; he might not even have tried to avoid hitting it. 
    “Hello angel.”  He took the dog from her grasp.  Was he speaking to her?  Or the dog?   Probably the dog.  She had never been anyone’s angel.  “Thanks for rescuing my puppy.  A deer ran out of nowhere.  I didn’t hit it, but my pickup had an unkind run-in with this guardrail.  My fuel line looks busted.  Not to mention my passenger door – that’s how this little guy got out, I guess.”  Moving to one side, Bobby tried to get a good look at Mojo’s rescuer.  Ah, now he could see her.  Bobby feasted his eyes upon one of the most delectable women he had ever seen.  She was wet from head to toe – her hair hung in curly little tendrils around a sweet, heart-shaped face – but what lay below was what took his breath away.  Her blouse was utterly transparent from the rain and she didn’t have a stitch on underneath it.  His hands cupped and his fingers itched to cover those jiggling mounds with his hands and squeeze.  The white shirt gleamed in the lantern light and he could see that she had big nipples – and the poor baby was cold.  Damn!
    “Can I take you somewhere?”  She felt no fear of the man.  His affection for the dog alleviated any misgivings she might have had.  “There’s no cell phone service here,” she offered breathlessly. 
    Bobby took Mojo from her grasp.  She had been holding him at waist height – thankfully – not covering up those generous, stupendous tits.  Hiding those from his sight would have been an absolute crime against nature. 
    “I can’t leave my truck; it’s full of supplies that could be stolen.  Besides, I’m not too far from my house, sweet girl.”