did say it.” And then, not her usual response, she smiled.
Both men inhaled sharply. Totally unexpectedly, the air around them suddenly felt supercharged, as if the attraction she felt toward them and that they obviously returned somehow condensed in the atmosphere.
“I’m partial to the pulled pork sandwich,” Chase said, his gaze locked on hers. “Salad with ranch dressing instead of French fries, please. And sweet tea.”
It was hard, but Carrie pulled her gaze away from him and looked at his brother.
“I’d like the chicken sandwich, darlin’, with French fries, because I worked harder this morning than Chase did, so I can afford to indulge. And I’ll also have the sweet tea.”
Carrie quickly wrote the orders and then slipped her pad into her pocket. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes with your tea.”
“Don’t rush, sugar. We can see you’re busy. We can wait.”
She nodded and turned away from them even as a shiver worked down her spine and straight on to her pussy. Oh, but the way they called her sugar and darlin’ really did feel more than fine deep inside. Their voices dipped low and stroked her flesh with the soft, basso timbre of intimacy, and Carrie thought she could listen to them talking to her just like that all night long.
She let herself imagine for one moment listening to them croon to her while they made love with her.
Panic sliced through her and Carrie wondered what the hell she was doing. She had never been one to date or carry on with a man, let alone act as if she was considering taking on two men at the same time.
The truth was these two cowboys got to her in a way no man ever had. Something about them touched something in her that she hadn’t even known was there. Between one heartbeat and the next she had the answer to her own question. She understood exactly what it was she was doing.
I’m daring to stop marking time and start living my life, and live it to the fullest.
Yes, she was. She was going to move on instead of simply existing, instead of merely hiding.
As she headed back to the kitchen to place the orders and load up her tray with glasses and a pitcher of tea, she asked herself something she’d never asked herself before.
If George Lockwood hadn’t happened, would she have been open to the offers of those two very lusty cowboys before now?
The answer of course was yes. She likely would have been more receptive to them.
Carrie entered the kitchen, and keyed the orders into the computer terminal, using the ordering program Kelsey was testing out.
“You look as if you’ve decided to take the bull by the horns,” Tracy said.
Carrie couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “No pun intended, but yes, I have. I’ve decided that if those two cowboys ask me out again today, I’m going to say yes.”
“Is that due to residual romance hormones from the ceremony on Saturday?” Kelsey’s question made Carrie raise one eyebrow. Her boss had been gently encouraging her to give Chase and Brian—both of them her husbands’ cousins—a chance.
Carrie appreciated the question. It was nice to know that despite the fact the woman was playing matchmaker, that she put Carrie’s interests and well-being ahead of her cousins’ quest, if she could even call it that.
“I did start thinking about things on Saturday, yes. What I started thinking was that Lusty is beginning to feel safe.” Maybe that was too much information . She shook her head as if she hadn’t said precisely what she meant. “It feels like home.”
Kelsey met her gaze. On her face, Carrie read compassion and another emotion she couldn’t quite identify. “I’m glad you feel at home here, Carrie. And you should know that Lusty takes care of her own.”
“I got that impression at the ceremony.” Just thinking about little Benny Rose—soon to be Kendall, too, because Adam was going to legally adopt him—made her smile. “It was the way the whole town seems to have adopted Benny.”
Both men inhaled sharply. Totally unexpectedly, the air around them suddenly felt supercharged, as if the attraction she felt toward them and that they obviously returned somehow condensed in the atmosphere.
“I’m partial to the pulled pork sandwich,” Chase said, his gaze locked on hers. “Salad with ranch dressing instead of French fries, please. And sweet tea.”
It was hard, but Carrie pulled her gaze away from him and looked at his brother.
“I’d like the chicken sandwich, darlin’, with French fries, because I worked harder this morning than Chase did, so I can afford to indulge. And I’ll also have the sweet tea.”
Carrie quickly wrote the orders and then slipped her pad into her pocket. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes with your tea.”
“Don’t rush, sugar. We can see you’re busy. We can wait.”
She nodded and turned away from them even as a shiver worked down her spine and straight on to her pussy. Oh, but the way they called her sugar and darlin’ really did feel more than fine deep inside. Their voices dipped low and stroked her flesh with the soft, basso timbre of intimacy, and Carrie thought she could listen to them talking to her just like that all night long.
She let herself imagine for one moment listening to them croon to her while they made love with her.
Panic sliced through her and Carrie wondered what the hell she was doing. She had never been one to date or carry on with a man, let alone act as if she was considering taking on two men at the same time.
The truth was these two cowboys got to her in a way no man ever had. Something about them touched something in her that she hadn’t even known was there. Between one heartbeat and the next she had the answer to her own question. She understood exactly what it was she was doing.
I’m daring to stop marking time and start living my life, and live it to the fullest.
Yes, she was. She was going to move on instead of simply existing, instead of merely hiding.
As she headed back to the kitchen to place the orders and load up her tray with glasses and a pitcher of tea, she asked herself something she’d never asked herself before.
If George Lockwood hadn’t happened, would she have been open to the offers of those two very lusty cowboys before now?
The answer of course was yes. She likely would have been more receptive to them.
Carrie entered the kitchen, and keyed the orders into the computer terminal, using the ordering program Kelsey was testing out.
“You look as if you’ve decided to take the bull by the horns,” Tracy said.
Carrie couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “No pun intended, but yes, I have. I’ve decided that if those two cowboys ask me out again today, I’m going to say yes.”
“Is that due to residual romance hormones from the ceremony on Saturday?” Kelsey’s question made Carrie raise one eyebrow. Her boss had been gently encouraging her to give Chase and Brian—both of them her husbands’ cousins—a chance.
Carrie appreciated the question. It was nice to know that despite the fact the woman was playing matchmaker, that she put Carrie’s interests and well-being ahead of her cousins’ quest, if she could even call it that.
“I did start thinking about things on Saturday, yes. What I started thinking was that Lusty is beginning to feel safe.” Maybe that was too much information . She shook her head as if she hadn’t said precisely what she meant. “It feels like home.”
Kelsey met her gaze. On her face, Carrie read compassion and another emotion she couldn’t quite identify. “I’m glad you feel at home here, Carrie. And you should know that Lusty takes care of her own.”
“I got that impression at the ceremony.” Just thinking about little Benny Rose—soon to be Kendall, too, because Adam was going to legally adopt him—made her smile. “It was the way the whole town seems to have adopted Benny.”