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“Your hair looks really nice by the way.” Okay. Now he sounded like a damn high school kid looking to score.
She touched the edges, the wavy strands that kissed her shoulders. “Thank you,” she said once again and then closed the door.
Teague watched her cross his driveway. He didn’t take his eyes off of her until she disappeared inside her cottage and even then he sat in his truck for another ten minutes or so.
He was restless and yet tired as hell.
He slid from his truck and locked it, glancing at his cell phone when it vibrated. There was a text message from Candace.
Where the hell did you go? You know where to find me.
He shoved the cellphone back into his jeans and headed up to the house. He wasn’t interested in a night of just okay sex.
“Hell, it wasn’t even okay,” he muttered, letting himself into the empty cottage. He headed straight for the liquor cabinet and swiped a bottle of rye whiskey before heading back outside to the deck. He didn’t bother with a glass and made himself comfortable in his favorite chair. Legs stretched in front of him, he got down to the business of drinking.
How long was he out there? No idea, but eventually his brother joined him and Teague passed the bottle over.
“Abby go to bed?” he asked. He didn’t really care but it was the polite thing to ask.
“Yeah.” Tucker took a swig from the bottle and handed it back. “That’s nasty shit.”
“More for me.” Teague took another swig.
“I take it Sabrina got home okay?”
“Sure did.”
“She seems to be doing all right.”
“I guess.” All right? The woman had balls of steel as far as Teague was concerned.
“I was a mess for longer than I care to remember after Marley went missing.”
Teague thought of Tucker’s first wife and felt a tinge of sadness. She’d died in a plane crash a few years after they’d married.
Teague shrugged. “Everyone handles tragedy differently. Some people like Sabrina move on and deal because it’s in them or because they have to. Others just kind of drift until they find something to hold on to.”
If they found something to hold on to.
“You found Abby.”
“She’s one hell of a woman.”
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p; Teague looked at his brother, a frown on his face. “Where exactly is this conversation headed Tuck?”
“Don’t get your panties in a knot.” His brother smiled wickedly. “I’m just making conversation.”
“Just making conversation.”
“That’s what they call it when two adults have a chat without the fists flying. I’m just saying Sabrina Campbell is a nice girl. That’s it. End of story.”
Teague didn’t answer.
“And she’s cute. Got nice legs and great teeth.”
“Are you listening to yourself right now? You sound like you’re talking about a damn horse or something.”
