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She glares at me. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I don’t want to see you get hurt. I’m don’t have time for that shit. Mopping up the tears, being reassuring. It’s bullshit.”
Now there’s the Wendy I know and love. “I don’t know how I know it, but Trigger is it for me and I’m it for him. It’s weird, but I knew it the moment I set eyes on him. We’re getting married and living happily ever after.”
Wendy’s lips reluctantly tug upward as she picks up her pack of cigarettes, takes one out and puts it between her lips, then realizes what she’s doing and replaces it in the pack. “As long as you’re sure, I’m happy for you.” She shoves the pack in her purse. “But if he hurts you, I’ll kick his ass.”
“He won’t.” I start towards the back. “I have to change and get going. He gets impatient.”
Lullaby neighs and Wendy and I look at each other.
Wendy states the obvious. “We gotta solve the horse problem before some asshole reports us.”
“Yeah, I know.”
After I change into a sleek Stella McCartney mini-dress and matching heels, I grab the keys to my Beamer and head to the address Trigger texted me.
Sagebrush is a town of about ten thousand people, enough that there are neighbourhoods for the lower income, the middle-class, and the wealthy. Where I’m headed is definitely in the city’s premier neighbourhood.
I double check the address as I pull up to the front gates of an elegant townhouse community. Yes, I’m where I’m supposed to be. Per Trigger’s instructions I press the name Casper Horne on the intercom. Almost immediately, Trigger answers. “Babe. That you?”
His voice invokes a heat in my belly that’s becoming very familiar. “Yes,” I reply realizing Trigger’s never told me his real name. “Is this Casper Horne?” My voice is throaty with promises of hot, hot, sex.
“Yeah, it is, baby. Get your precious ass moving.”
The gates open slowly, and I drive in.
The grounds are beautiful, with green grass and magnificent trees, hedges, and flowering shrubs that defy Nevada’s desert climate. The block of brick veneer townhouses I’m approaching are three-stories high with grand entrances and Juliet balconies. Each one has a two-car garage and a well tended yard on both sides of the walk leading up to the front door.
A shiver finds its way up my spine at how perfect everything is.
I pull into the driveway and park my Beamer. Trigger is waiting on the front steps and as I turn off the car, he stalks towards me in that imposing way he has of walking. He opens my door, pulls me out of the car, then shoves me up against it and grinds his groin into my pelvis as he cups my face and kisses me hard. “Miss me?” he asks when he comes up for air.
I’m almost speechless as I stare at him. “What did you do?” I run my hand over the dark whiskers on his face, then through the hair on the top of his head. I even tug at the ring in his ear though I’ve already done that several times in the past few days. He was handsome before, but no beard, short hair, the tats on his throat exposed, the heavy silver chain around his neck, he’s rocketed his sexiness into the stratosphere.
He loses some of the cockiness he usually has. “Needed a change. Beautiful girl, new home. Thought I’d get a new me to go with it.”
I place a tender kiss on his lips. “You are the sexiest man alive, lover. In both your ‘before’ and ‘after’ pictures, but I have to say that you turn me on so much I could fuck you right here on the driveway.”
His grins the grin of a happy man. “Not yet. We’re too new to the neighbourhood.”
He grabs my hand and leads me up the steps and through the double doors of the townhouse into a magnificent front entrance.
I’m bewildered and in awe. “I don’t understand,” I say as I look around with wide eyes.
“I rented it from a Jury brother. We needed a place, thought this would work.” He pulls me in for a hard hug, his hand sliding down my waist and cupping my ass. “If it’s too early to move in together, you don’t gotta. I want you to, but I get it if you’re not ready.”
He’s excited in a way I haven’t seen him before and my heart gets giddy. There are so many facets to him that I’m discovering and every single one of them portrays a man who loves hard.
“It’s not too early,” I reply breathlessly as I untangle myself from him. Heavy petting can wait until after I’ve seen my new home.
“This place.” He sweeps his hand around the fully furnished and beautifully decorated townhome. “It’s temporary. A year’s lease, but we can walk away at anytime. Or buy it, Coyote says. Up to us.” He pauses. “Up to you.”
Up to me? I already know this place is perfect. “Show me around.”
He laces his fingers through mine and takes me on a tour starting at the upper floor where there’s a rooftop terrace with outdoor furniture, a barbecue cove, and a hot tub. It’s magnificent. The three bedrooms are grand and well proportioned. The huge master includes an ensuite and dressing room and the walk-in closet takes my breath away. It has floor to ceiling cubbyholes for shoes! I’d weep if it wouldn’t ruin my makeup.
The main floor has all the requisite rooms: a fully equipped kitchen with a breakfast bar and central island, a huge office with French doors, an entertainment room, and of course, a dining and living room. The ten-foot ceilings and oak flooring add a stunning elegance. I shiver as I look around me. This truly is the home of my dreams.
The tour ends in the living room. I pout. “I thought we could detour to the bedroom. After all, isn’t our goal to see each other naked?”
