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A whistle made her look up to find Drake staring at her, grinning. “Damn, you’re a pretty sight.”
“Isn’t she?” Colt tipped his head toward Drake. “Plus no bra and no panties, man.”
“Shit.” He clutched his heart. “So what time can we come over tonight?”
For a second, she thought he was serious. Apparently so did Colt, because he frowned. And that frown sliced right through her.
See, he was being responsible. More responsible than she and Drake were, anyway. Because she wanted to tell them to come by anytime. That she’d be waiting naked in bed with a chilled bottle of champagne and the rest of the condoms she wasn’t giving back to them, because she was selfish enough to not want them to use them right away with someone else.
Selfish and silly and totally unfair.
“He’s kidding,” Colt said into the silence that descended.
She nodded and went into the bathroom before she could ask them to reconsider. That would be nuts.
After she took care of business, she took a super-fast glance in the mirror before she brushed her teeth. Her hair was wild, but with the Texas humidity, that wasn’t a big surprise. This time she was rocking the just-fucked look, and she really wasn’t in a hurry to tame it into her usual style. So she fluffed the waves with her pic, sprayed a little hairspray and called it good.
As for the dress, she didn’t even check herself out in it because if she did, she probably wouldn’t leave the house wearing it.
Chicken. You can bang two hot dudes—at once—but you can’t wear a revealing sundress?
Yeah, she’d save the self-analysis until later, after she faced whatever was to come at the Bennett farm.
When they pulled up a short while later, at first she thought they’d somehow made it out scot-free. Hers and Colt’s trucks were the only ones still parked in the communal area beyond where the family usually parked, but no one was roaming around them as if they were checking out a crime scene. Everything seemed quiet.
Until she climbed out of the backseat of the SUV—where she’d insisted on sitting—and saw Wade’s truck parked out back. Which meant they still hadn’t left for their honeymoon yet, and she knew for a fact that Charli had said they wanted to get an early start so they could spend a day in the city before their flight to Aruba.
Fuckity fuck fuck.
Colt got out, just as wary, but with a defiant edge she had to admit she liked on him. He took a few steps and swore. “Would you look at that?” He walked forward a bit farther up the drive, bent over, then stood with his key fob held high in his hand. “Right in plain sight.”
“Figures,” Paige said, smiling faintly. She still didn’t regret last night, even if his keys hadn’t been as lost as they’d thought.
Maybe it had been fate.
“Another problem solved.” Drake circled the truck and reached for her arm, giving it a friendly rub. “See? Quiet as church ’round here—”
The front screen door slammed open. “Colton Bennett, you better have a damn fine reason for giving your mama a scare last night.”
“Oh my God,” Paige whispered, stepping back. In a minute, she’d take off running up the dusty country road in her spit-shined cowboy boots.
That shrill voice belonged to Geraldine Trent, Mrs. Bennett’s best friend and town busybody. She also just happened to write The Sentinel’s gossip column.
Spots danced in front of her eyes. She was going to faint dead away, right here.
It wasn’t that she was ashamed of what they’d done. Far from it. All three of them were consenting adults, and what went on in her bedroom was their own business. But she just hadn’t thought she’d have to discuss it with half the town quite so soon.
She wasn’t even able to walk right again yet, for pity’s sake. That and the scruff burn between her thighs was a persistent reminder she could be very naughty when she wanted to be. And she liked it.
She just wasn’t necessarily ready to fess up to the world about it just yet.
“Geraldine, everything’s fine.” Colt’s voice was smooth as maple syrup and twice as sugary as he crossed the lawn to grip her flapping arms. She’d shot down the steps like a manic bird. “Just spent the evening with some friends. No cause for concern, I promise.”
“Yes, well, you could’ve told your mama that, mister.” She poked a bony finger into his chest.
“Yes, ma’am, you’re right. I should’ve called Ma to let her know everything was okay. I just had a few last night and Drake drove us home.”
She stared at him. “You went home?”
