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Clara McDavid: Hey! Yes, I’m so excited. Can I come by as soon as possible to sit with the boys and learn the layout, what I need to do, and all that good stuff?
She wants to come to my house.
My cock twitches at that.
We’ll be in private.
Which doesn’t mean a damn thing.
I beg myself to cool down as I type her back.
Me: I’m available after six.
Clara McDavid: Fantastic. I drop my last dog off at six, so send me your addy, and I’ll head toward you. I’ll have Darcy with me. I hope that’s okay.
That damn menace to society. I should see if she’ll trade me, watch my dogs and I’ll train her wiggly fucker.
Me: That’s fine.
I send her my address, and her return text comes almost immediately.
Clara McDavid: I can’t wait! You won’t regret this!
I reread the text, and even my cock agrees that I probably will regret this.
But I can’t help the excitement that courses through me.
Yeah, that can’t be good.
CHAPTER 4
Clara
“Who has you smiling like that?”
I look up at my sister, who is lying back on her elbows on the blanket we have spread out in the grass as the doggies run around the park of my resort. I know my face is bright with a grin from the text exchange with Riggs McCoy, and I’m not even trying to hide it. I’ve been waiting years for him to contact me—okay, it’s been three days, but I don’t know what he was waiting for. He told Peepaw he wanted to call me and hire me at the Pucks and Pups event, so I’ve just been waiting. Not so patiently. I’m not the best at patience, but I truly felt that Riggs and I vibed. He was feeling what I was selling, and he needs me.
Who else can watch his dogs?
No one. That’s why he needs me.
“Coach McCoy. I’ve been waiting for him to get back to me. He needs someone to keep his pitties, and duh, I’m the best.”
She rolls her eyes as Darcy lies across her lap, licking her belly. He’s just as excited as I am about our new nephew. “And you think he’s hot.”
I groan loudly. “So fucking hot!” I squeal, and her laughter is lyrical. “I swear, it’s as if God was up there like, ‘Hm, let me make the finest man alive for Clara and put him in her path.’ Boom, Coach McCoy.”
Elliot rolls her eyes, rubbing her belly. “He’s almost old enough to be your dad.”
I wave her off. “And I have no issue calling him Daddy.”
She snorts at that. “I never understood your attraction to older guys. Even when we were growing up, you always flirted with the teenagers, not the boys.”
I shrug. “I want someone with experience.”
“You’re so bad,” she says, smacking me with her foot. “You need someone to match your freak.”
I beam. “That too. And that’s usually older guys who know how to give me what I want.”
