Page 13 of Fools Rush Flynn

“Nope,” she says, hitting that P hard. “Just showing off your pretty face.”

He is, in fact, very attractive and big. In fact, all of the guys seem to be. Flynn introduces the rest of the guys. There’s the babyfaced Evan, whom they all seem to call ‘kid’ or ‘doc’, and Liam who greets me politely, then goes back to leaning against the table, eyes dark and brooding. And just like that I’ve met them all.

Flynn hands me Piglet and I do another round of introductions while my husband walks off to grab us drinks.

“We’re so glad to have another wife in the group,” Shelby says. “Lucy and I have known each other forever. So it’s really nice to have someone new.”

“I hope you’re causing Flynn all kinds of trouble,” Lucy says with a grin.

“I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m a handful,” I admit.

“I have big hands, I can manage,” Flynn says from behind me. One of said big hands lands on my hip and squeezes. “Here you go, Angel.” He holds out a plastic cup filled with ice and lemonade.

“Thank you,” I say.

He’s all nonchalant like he didn’t just call me ‘Angel’ or squeeze my hip or admit he has big enough hands for me. If we were in a Regency novel, I would be swooning right now. Instead, we’re at a ridiculously charming small-town festival with friendly people who seem legitimately glad to meet me. And my hot as fuck husband is manhandling my hips.

I don’t know if I’m going to survive the evening with my practical cotton panties intact.

chapter

seven

Flynn

I haven’t let my wife out of my sight very often tonight. She’s meshing really well with the other two wives. And she’s handled the guys’ teasing with humor and grace.

Fuckers.

The sun has begun to set and it’s showcasing all the twinkle lights put out around the fairgrounds. I’m man enough to admit that it’s definitely romantic out here. The dance floor has progressively gotten fuller as the bands have become better and better.

“Are you serious with this right now?” Temple asks.

Shelby laughs.

I glance up at the stage, but my wife’s surprise is lost on me. “Who is it?” I ask.

“None other than pop princess, Jess Munoz,” Temple says enthusiastically. “She lives here!”

“My sister-in-law,” Shelby says. “She’s married to Dane’s older brother, Grady. She is so down to Earth and amazing.” Shelby nods to the stage. “In a minute, another of our locals and one of her friends will get up there with her.”

“Who?” Temple asks, practically bouncing on the picnic bench next to me.

“Micah Stone.”

Temple playfully swats Shelby’s arm “You are lying.”

Shelby just shakes her head.

“Angel,” I say, getting to my feet. “Pass Piglet to someone and let’s go dance.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” she says.

Shelby happily takes the dog from Temple and I thread our fingers together to pull her out to the dance floor. Once my boots hit the harder surface, I pull her into my arms. I’ve got one hand splayed across her back and I’m holding her hand with my other. And I push her backwards into a classic Texas two-step.

She beams up at me. “I didn’t know you could dance.”

“You wound me,” I say. “Surely you haven’t forgotten all of our amazing dancing from the play?”