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“Look, I’m going to be honest here. This is a hard job. Our kids are stubborn, ornery, and they can push all your buttons, ones you didn’t even know you had. If you showed up here this morning thinking you could get closer to any of us through our kids, think again. We’ve gone through several fan-nannies, and they’ve never lasted more than a few weeks. And let me tell you right from the beginning, none of us have any interest in mixing business with pleasure.”
Those last words came out, but they were total bullshit. Now that I knew who she was, I couldn’t help thinking about how amazing her skin tasted and how soft her breasts were.
Fuck me!
“Business being the nanny part?”
“One hundred percent.”
More bullshit… knee deep in bullshit, now. Pleasure with this woman would be all mine. I’d love to pick up where we left off. Damn, if I wouldn’t hire her just to hear that damn camera story.
She sat back for a moment and pretended to wipe her forehead with the back of her hand. I liked the dramatics. At least I knew she had a sense of humor. An important asset in this crazy-ass household. “Whew, I was worried because I’m only interested in being a good nanny to the kids. No offense to you or the other two guys in your band, but I’m not into country music or messing around with anyone who sings country music.”
She had me fooled. If she didn’t like country, why the hell was she so nervous talking to me the other night? And why the hell had she been hanging around Dirty Coyote? Something was up with her, but what?
“Oh?” I asked, knowing my eyebrow went up on that one.
“That was strictly a one off. I’d had too much wine. I was getting even with my ex.”
“Was he there?”
“God, no,” she said, waving a hand. “He hates country music.”
“Then why were you in Dirty Coyote?”
“This is Sweet Whiskey. I don’t know whether you noticed it or not, but country dominates everything, even the local grocery store. Cowboy Bill’s has a Western theme. Then there’s that crazy cemetery right outside of town where a memorial service is more like a concert rather than a somber, tragic event. I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard stories. Country bars are the norm around here. And Dirty Coyote is by far the best of them, sooo.”
I had a feeling she was a good bullshitter, just like me.
“And does Dirty Coyote impress you?”
Her eyes flashed wide for a moment, sort of like Hank’s had over his pancake dilemma.
She shrugged. “It’s better than what I’d expected, but it’s not my kind of place.”
“Well, whatisyour kind of place?”
“An upscale dinner house or an intimate party with friends. I’m just not into bars in general.”
Oh, she was good. She hadn’t even flinched with that last sentence, yet I knew she was a fan from how flustered she’d gotten while we were talking at the bar.
Still, she had me by the short hairs, and I was interested… very interested.
“That’s a new one.” I couldn’t help the grin that pulled at my mouth. I’d gotten good at spotting a fib from watching the kids try to dish one out, and this woman was dishing them out right and left.
“I’m a homebody. Give me a good book and a cozy fire, and I’m happy.”
From the way that dress fit over that round body of hers, and from the memory of that dirty kiss we’d shared, not to mention how sexy hot she was once we got into it, homebody was not the word I thought of when I looked at her.
“You sound too good to be true.”
She shrugged again, sipped her tea, then grinned, and my heart melted. I hadn’t felt like this in way too long, and it took me by surprise… by complete surprise.
“Give me a chance. I might surprise you,” she said, sounding way too sexy for my own good. I felt as though she’d heard my thoughts.
“Believe me, Ace, you’re already a surprise.”
“Ace?”
