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“Lordy mercy Tater, they have these boats that fly on the water and sound like an airplane.”
“Whooowee, sounds like a good time. Hey,” he called. “I’m Tate.”
“Patches,” she heard in the background, his sexy voice scattering her pulse.
“I’ll let you go, bye!”
She pressed the phone to her chest for a second then checked the dress for pockets. She gasped at finding some, nice and deep too. “Practical,” she muttered. “Nice. Very nice.”
She looked at her hair once more, tucking it behind her ears and spreading her bangs over her forehead. She really should put on makeup. But she was out of time.
She hurried out the door and ran up the stairs, opening it a crack and peeking around. She spied Sarah at a small table with two other women. Wow, they were sure pretty ones. Prettier than Sarah. She looked at the hall she needed to reach for those band aids. She could shoot for it. They might not see her while yackin’.
She darted out, not looking in their direction.
“Oh, there she is! Tegan!”
Horseshit. She turned with a big ole surprised smile and made her way over.
“I wanted you to meet some of the swamp ladies,” Sarah cooed. “This is Geraldine and this is Martha.”
Tegan nodded, giving her finest Texas smile. “Nice to meet you, ladies.”
“Ohhh,” the one called Geraldine said with wide eyes. “That’s some drawl you got there. Cute.”
“Ain’t it?” Sarah said, mimicking her accent then laughing. “Did I sound like her?” she asked the women.
“Not at all,” the Martha one said, to which they all laughed before trying to do the accent.
Tegan waited a few seconds and announced, “Well, it was so nice meeting you girls, I was going check on Grand Pier.”
“Oh, he’s on his morning nap,” Sarah said. “You slept late. I’m guessing Dr. Patches wore you out yesterday?”
The innocent question was anything but. “Nah,” she said. “I’m used to working from sunup to sundown on the ranch.”
“Oh, what do you do on the ranch?” Geraldine asked with her fake Texan accent.
“I babysit mostly,” Tegan said with a smile.
“You have children?” Martha asked, eyes hopeful like that would ruin her reputation good.
“Yeah, three hundred and fifty head of cattle.” She tossed her thumb behind her. “I need to go check on Becky, it was so nice meeting you ladies!”
“Oh, Becky isfinallynapping,” Sarah cooed once again.
“Well, dang. Then I’ll grab some breakfast.”
“Oh honey, so sorry, but Justine saved all the breakfast and is on to lunch. You can grab some fruit. Good for energy and low on calories.”
Holy hell.
She gasped. “Oh my God, I did not mean it like that.”
“Like what?” Tegan said, not about to bite on that one.
The girls laughed. “Miss perfect waist is always worried people think she’s digging on their weight.”
“Which I’m not,” she assured. “Having meat on your bones is healthy.”
