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“I know.”
“So you can drop the big brother routine.”
If only it were that easy. I’d dropped the big brother routine one fateful day twenty-five years ago. Unlikely I’d ever drop it again.
Luckily, I was saved by my cell phone vibrating on my desk. I took a quick look and tried to disguise the happiness I felt.
Melanie.
“Sorry, guys, I need to take this,” I said.
They both stood and left my office. I knew we’d be revisiting the tattoo guys later, but for now, I wanted to see what Melanie needed.
“Hey,” I said into the phone, hoping to sound nonchalant. “What’s up, Melanie?”
“Jonah, thank God. I need to see you.” Her voice was scared and timid.
Something was wrong. My nerves skittered under my skin. “Of course. I can get away. Should I come to your office?”
“No. Not my office. I’m near you. I’m somewhere on your ranch. Where are you?”
“You’re here?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry. I know it’s forward.”
“No, don’t worry about that. I’m always glad to see you. You know that.”
“No, I didn’t know that.” She let out a tiny nervous laugh. “But I’m glad to hear you say it.”
“Tell me where you are.”
After figuring out where she was on the ranch, I gave her directions to my house. “Meet me there,” I said. “I can get there in about fifteen minutes.”
Melanie was waiting on my doorstep when I got there. I drove up in my pickup. I’d been out in the pastures earlier this morning, and I was a mess. Definitely needed a shower.
She looked distraught. She was wearing a tan dress and black boots, looking luscious as usual. But those beautiful green eyes were red-rimmed and sunken. She’d been crying.
I walked rapidly to her. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?”
She launched herself into my arms.
“Whoa, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Just take me inside, Jonah, please. I need you.”
With one hand, I unlocked the door to my place and led her inside. She melded into me, pulled my head to hers, and kissed me, hard.
I broke the kiss quickly. “Baby, I’m a mess. Let me take a shower first.”
“I don’t care. I need you. Now.” She took the Stetson off my head and set it on the table in my entryway. Then she began to unbutton my shirt.
I was grimy with sweat, and I didn’t even want to think about what I smelled like. But nothing deterred her. When she had unfastened each button, she parted the fabric and laid her cheek against my chest.
She inhaled. “I love the way you smell.”
I chuckled. “I probably smell like sweat and cattle.”
“I don’t care. It’s wonderful.” She inhaled again, closing her eyes. She brushed my brown shirt over my shoulders and to the floor and then sprinkled a few kisses on my sweaty skin. “You have the most beautiful chest. You’re just so beautiful, Jonah.”
