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He’s slowing his pace to deal with his friend, but I hear him say, “Raine, I gotta go. I’ll call you when we get to Alaska… I’ll explain later…” Tucker’s deep, sexy voice is enough to make me feel all kinds of hot and bothered. “Raine, I’m gonna hang up—” he’s laughing hard at his friend. “—because you are nosy.”
I’m at a powerwalking pace, making it through to my office, but Tucker’s close enough for me to hear his continuing conversation.
“… I’mnotgoing to tell you who Ophelia is; your ears are too big, it’s not gonna happen… Shamus won’t tell you anything because there’s nothing to tell… Yeah, I’m at her place, but so are Alice and Teagan and Shamus and all the MacDougall brothers… You’re shit outta luck, buddy… I gotta go. You need the helicopter back by—” he makes static noise for far too long, like the comedian he is. “—I can’t hear you. We have a bad line. I’ll call you from Alaska. Bye…” More fake static noises for effect.
I look down at my va-jay-jay, mentally admonishing it for ringing the dinner bell and murmur, “You need to get a life, V.”
Thirty-Nine
RUMMAGING PANTILESS
Tucker
I’m about to head outside after getting myself a glass of water from Ophelia’s kitchen when my phone rings, and it’s my rock star friend. He’s letting me know the helicopter is booked again in an hour, so I need to get it back.
And whaddayaknow? Ophelia is heading through the French doors, and I need to ditch my good buddy. As much as I also enjoy the Mighty MacDougall Brothers’ company, I need to steal Ophelia away for a private goodbye, hopefully involving some lip-locking at minimum.
And whaddayaknow? She’s slinking away from me.
Not. Gonna. Happen.
I’m hot on her boots, enjoying the view of her delicious bubble butt—the one I’ve seen in all its glorious nakedness.
Aanndnow I’m thinking dirty thoughts.
I tell her to hold up, but Spitfire’s determined to play it her way.
She’s my long game.
My inevitable.
I’m distracted trying to kick Raine off the phone while giving away information that has him jumping all over it. I love the guy, but I’m not having this conversation now, especially not when Hamlet’s listening.
Working hard to get Raine off the phone, I catch up to her office and hover while watching Ophelia rummaging about her office.
Bent. Over.
My caveman is roaring, and Woody is all perky again.
Because I know she is pantiless.
Forty
IGNORANCE SHOULD BE BLISS
Ophelia
A spontaneous idea comes to mind as I rummage through the goat merchandise. I might employ some local ladies to make collars with the Mini-Ms’ names to put around the merchandise goats’ necks. If I put a call in today, I might be able to get a batch made by the time my first bookings arrive for opening day. Once Tucker and his family leave, I’ll get onto the two cleaners I employed, and they might know somebody local.
See, I have many distractions, and Gwendoline will keep me from missing Tucker and his family because I feel it already.
These feelings should never have been allowed to manifest. I have my rules. Dammit!
Finally, I find a goat plush toy that reminds me of Butthead—anythingnot to acknowledge the man behind me who I can see out of my peripheral vision leaning against the doorjamb.
Now it is goodbye time, and surprisingly, I don’t know what to do with this moment. I thought I was ready forgoodbye,but now I’m not so sure.
I can’t make sense of these feelings because I shouldn’t own them after so little time knowing Tucker.
