Texas Fandango: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF

I should remind you that I’m not seventeen anymore.”
    She laughed. “I wasn’t sure what we would be doing, so I brought a little of everything clothes wise.”
    After pulling from her parking area, he turned toward town and the interstate entrance. “What did you do with Jazz? She’s not stuffed in your purse, is she?”
    KC smiled at his joke. “Lydia Henson has her. As much as I spoil that bad dog, I can only imagine how much worse she’ll be when Lydia gets done.”
    He nodded, turned on his signal for a left turn and wheeled up the interstate entrance ramp that would take them to the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport.
    “Any trouble with Jason about you taking off?”
    “None whatsoever. I closed a wrongful termination case last week. My client settled for five-hundred-thousand, so Montgomery and Montgomery got a nice payday. Plus, and I hate to admit this, I haven’t taken any days off in about three years. I think Jason and Margaret—that’s our receptionist—were waiting for me to implode.”
    Drake nodded. “Margaret. Nice lady.”
    “She is. Runs our office like a clock.”
    “So, no vacation in a while, huh?”
    “Nope.”
    “That’s why you were so keen on going with me on this one?”
    She hesitated. He was handing her the perfect rationale for her actions, a perfect out instead of acknowledging her long-time fascination with him. “Something like that,” she finally said, chickening out.
    Reaching over, she flipped on his radio, inanely pleased when contemporary country music flowed from the speakers. Thank goodness, he wasn’t a hardcore rap or rock fan. Not a deal-breaker, but still, it was nice they had similar tastes in music.
    During the long drive to the airport, they compared law-school horror stories, each trying to outdo the other with the worst teacher or worst assignment, moving on to the funniest or strangest cases they’d come across. As Drake recounted taking the bar exam, KC’s stomach tightened into knots. Then a wave of sympathy for Drake rolled through her. Waiting for her results had been weeks of pure torture. She remembered trying to laugh it off, as though failing would be no big deal, but the reality had been something completely different. Poor Drake. He needed a fun vacation as much as she did, and she’d make sure he got it.
    It was close to seven when Drake exited for DFW airport. “With all the luggage, what would you think about me dropping you at the terminal with the bags? I’ll go park in the long-term lot and come back. Then we can check in. Looks like we’re doing fine on time.”
    She nodded. “Works for me.”
    He found a spot in front of their departure terminal and pulled in. After depositing her with their baggage, he drove off. The airport shuttle rolled to a stop in front of her about fifteen minutes later. When he exited the bus, she couldn’t restrain the smile that edged its way onto her face.
    His blond hair was disheveled, as though he’d been running his fingers through it. A sheen on his forehead suggested he’d hurried to get back to her, and that made her insides giddy with pleasure. As if to show solidarity to his facial sheen, a bead of moisture rolled through her hair, behind her ear and down her neck.
    “Gonna be a scorcher today,” he said, wiping his face with a pristine white handkerchief.
    “Agreed.” She stood, slung her carry-on around the handle of her rolling bag and tilted it. She grabbed the handle of the second bag. “Ready?”
    He jammed his hands on his hips and looked at her. “Give me one of those bags. I’m not going to carry one carry-on and a small rolling bag while you struggle with three and your purse.”
    She snickered. “Bad for your image?”
    “You know it.” He took the handle of the suitcase without the extra carry-on. “Let’s go.”
    “Lead on.”
    By eight-thirty, they were through security and at their gate. When first-class boarding was announced, he stood, surprising her.
    “We’re