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“You took a roll in the hay with the mayor.”
“You did the deed with the mayor.”
“You bumped the uglies with the mayor. Isn’t that what the young ones are saying these days?”
Trey didn’t bother to stifle his grin, and neither did Isaac and Chance as they looked at the three smartly dressed women gracing his office.
Their grandmothers had bombarded them with their presence just seconds before they were meant to leave to go back to Bloomings Tide after they had concluded some business.
“How do you ladies know all that?” Isaac asked. Good question. Because if they knew, then did Kalista know other people knew as well?
“So, it’s true?” Trey’s grandmother asked.
“It’s true,” Chance said.
“I see. We thought Mike Springs was just making up stuff to win the contest,” Mrs. Glover said.
“Never liked the Springs family before, and that mayor is the same. He came running to us like a jackal with gossip, saying the Bloomings Tide mayor couldn’t keep it in her panties, citing the rules of the contest, and demanding the trophy and money.”
“Springs needs to have his jaw broken repeatedly for uttering her name,” Chance said, saying what he and Isaac were thinking, except he knew Chance was only being polite when he said jaw. They were thinking of cutting the man’s dick off and then his head for saying her name. They would definitely need to send him a warning.
They looked at each other because their sexy little mayor didn’t even wear panties. Her goat ate them all.
“Now. Now. There will be no violence in the name of Theresa Ingram Tarrington-Smith. She was a legend. We’ll have to give him the trophy and the money,” Mrs. Clark said.
“But now that you’ve sullied the girl, what are your intentions with her?” Trey’s grandmother asked jokingly.
“Marry her.” They all three said at the same time. But they needed to talk to her at once. They had to tell her they were going to take care of Springs for what he tried to do to her.
Their declaration, however, certainly shocked the older women in the room. For a moment. Their joy that their grandsons were finally going to settle down was punctuated with the instruction that they wanted great grandbabies immediately. Lots of them.
That was the plan.
They knew they were intrigued by her when they first saw a photo of her. They knew they were going to marry her from the first moment they saw her in person, and half of her face looked like a pufferfish.
She had spun them around her little finger, and she didn’t even know it. Everything she did made them fall harder and harder in love with her. Fuck, she shook their goddamn hands after they spanked her and made her come just so she could stay on course.
Her determination and her stubbornness were only rivaled by her beauty and her sexiness. Then there was still her intelligence, her softness, her strength, and her fierce love for her constituents. They could see the way she was revered in return. Nothing mattered except putting their stamp of ownership on her.
That was why they had left her early this morning. The next time they saw her, she was going to be wearing their ring on her finger. They couldn’t wait to get back to her, but when she refused to take their calls, they had to make a detour first before they headed back to Bloomings Tide. Not being able to reach her, not knowing what she was thinking after that fucking bastard Springs tried to ruin her, destroyed them.
No one did that to the woman they loved. No one was allowed to so much as touch a strand of hair on her head.
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Kalista held her breath. She didn’t want to cry, but already she couldn’t see through pools of tears seconds away from spilling over. She had disappointed her people. They were never going to forgive her. They were—
Her thoughts were interrupted when a resounding applause started to echo off the high ceilings of their town hall. A standing ovation.
What in the Bloomings Tide was happening?
Kalista had a hard time keeping up with everything that was said to her as they cheered her on. They didn’t blame her. The judges were blindingly hot, sexy, and gorgeous. They would have done the same if the judges looked at them the way they looked at her. She was a legend. Fuck the award. Fuck Mike Springs. Fuck Hopeturns Spring. And fuck her resignation, which came from eighty-seven-year-old Henny Newton himself.
No matter how many times she tried to hand them the resignation letter, they refused to accept it. She loved these people. But that didn’t mend her broken heart, which threatened to consume her with every painful beat.
She didn’t know what she was going to do, and unable to be alone in her house even for a second, she drove straight to the cabin after the meeting. She needed to cry it out of her system so she could be somewhat functional again.
And she did. She cried herself to sleep that afternoon, then woke up after an hour, determined never to cry again. Except she did. She took a shower, and because she didn’t even pack a bag, she stayed wrapped in a bathrobe the whole day.
