Lyric and Lingerie (The Fort Worth Wranglers Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

must be covered at all times. Please don’t test this rule.” He glared at Boobs and Wranglers Jersey as he spoke.
    “And finally, rule number three. The—”
    A shriek came from the back of the plane, interrupting him. It was followed by the sound of rapid footsteps tromping up the aisle. Seconds later, a topless woman appeared at the edge of first class. “Deuce, sign me too. Please!”
    Mr. Flight Attendant sighed heavily, then snapped the curtain closed right in her face. Without missing a beat, he continued, “The curtain stays closed. Always. Do you understand these three rules as I’ve explained them to you? If not or you are unable to comply with them, feel free to gather your belongings and move to coach.”
    When no one spoke up, he took a moment to smooth the wrinkles from the front of his navy vest before asking, “Now, who needs a drink?”
    Pushing this guy’s buttons might not be the best idea, but Heath couldn’t help himself. The flight attendant was a Napoleonic version of Alvin the Chipmunk—except with sharper teeth and better hair—and needling him was way too fun to pass up. Besides, his momma had always told him that testing limits had been his favorite pastime from the day he’d been born. He’d been three weeks late and large enough to ride the rollercoaster at Six Flags when he’d finally come squalling out of the birth canal, and not much had changed in the last thirty-two years.
    No doubt her son’s limit testing was one of the many reasons Camille Parker-Montgomery had given herself for leaving his father for the big city on Heath’s tenth birthday. Not once had she ever looked back.
    “I’d like two fingers of Johnnie Walker Black with three ice cubes and a lemon-wedge garnish,” he said with a grin. “Oh, and do you have any cherries, or maybe those little pineapple wedges?”
    Without missing a beat, Alvin the Flight Attendant whipped a white cocktail napkin out of his navy vest pocket and slammed it down on the small table atop the armrest. “Is. That. All?”
    Heath couldn’t resist. “How about one of those little paper umbrellas? Maybe in blue or red?”
    Not by so much as an eye flicker did Alvin acknowledge his last comment. But he did turn to Lyric and say, “Wonder Woman, we should have left him behind that paper.”
    “You have no idea.” One corner of Lyric’s full mouth turned up. “But on the bright side, at least you don’t have to sit by him.”
    He patted her blanket-wrapped shoulder. “Your life is one tragedy after the next, but your glass is always half full. Good for you.”
    He made it sound like Lyric was soldiering on through cancer.
    “We all have our crosses to bear.” She elbowed Heath in the ribs and once again took over the armrest.
    “Hello, I’m sitting right here.” Heath looked from Lyric to Alvin and back again. “What happened to good Southern manners? And flying the friendly skies?”
    “Thanks to you, these skies are already way too friendly. Things get any friendlier and I’ll need to install a stripper pole in the galley.” He nodded to Lyric. “So, are you going to introduce me to your famous friend?”
    “Tre, I’d like you to meet Heath Montgomery.” Lyric’s voice was all syrupy-sweet Southern hospitality. “And since my mother taught me to always introduce people with thoughtful details—Heath, Tre is equal parts genuine concern and all-out bitchiness. Heath is an …” she made air quotes, “‘old friend’ who was in love with my twin sister but couldn’t tell us apart when it mattered.”
    Heath snorted at Lyric’s description of Alvin—make that Tre—but his amusement quickly turned to confusion when the rest of her words sunk in. “What are you talking about? I’ve never mixed you two up. You and Harmony are nothing alike.”
    Harmony was the good sister, the one who volunteered at the food pantry, who went back to her hometown after college to open a bakery, and who’d taken her place as San