Page 43 of Forbidden Cowboy
“Nash arrested him for causing a disturbance in a public place.” Mrs. Fox hugs her daughter.
The sheriff reads my pa his rights. It’s hardly comprehensible over my father’s shouting.
I’m preoccupied with the tow truck securing the yolk to my truck. “Hey! What are you doing?”
The bald guy in the towing uniform presses a button and lifts my truck’s front end.
“Hey!”
He doesn’t look at me. “It’s parked illegally.”
“It’s not parked illegally.”
“It is technically parked illegally.” Wilma comes up beside me. “It’s a no-parking zone.”
“Everyone parks here,” I growl.
The tow truck slaps a paper against my chest. “Take it up with Nash.”
Wilma jangles the keys in front of me. “I guess your father is spending the night cooped up with Mr. Fox in a cell and you have no way out of town.”
Why do I get the feeling she likes it this way?
Chapter Seventeen
HOPE
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“THE KISSING BOOTH is on fire!” The bedroom door swings and rattles the hanging collector plates on the wall. “Wake up!”
I jump from my deep sleep and out of the arms of the man I love. “What? What’s going on?” I clutch the quilt over my bare breasts.
“The kissing booth is on fire!” Wilma’s shoes scuttle across the wood floor as she rushes to the large bay window. She whips open the curtains.
The bright morning sun blinds me. I turn away and blink until the room focuses. Levi is snuggled into the blanket still fast asleep. I feel his arm draped over my lap. My eyes trail down the sun glistening over his rock hard body to see his trim ass is out for the world to see. Or in our case, Wilma and Faye. Unaware, or unfazed by Levi’s naked body, Faye slaps his leg. I toss the blanket to cover his naked cheeks.
“Nothing I haven’t seen.” Faye smoothes the front of her pink and white floral tea dress in front of the mirror. She repositions the wide-brimmed organza hat. “I wiped both your barebaby bottoms.”
“Too much.” I yawn, rubbing my eyes. “Too early. Too much.”
“Get dressed.” My dress smacks my face. “You too.” The old wood floor creaks as Wilma stomps around the bed and yanks the pillow out from under Levi’s head.
“What? Hope?” His grumble is so damn sexy. His strong arms wrap around my middle and he drags me back beside him. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“We’re not alone.” I kiss his forehead.
His eyelids pop open, hooded and sleepy. I want to stay snuggled beside him for the rest of the day.
His gaze darts to the end of the bed where Wilma and Faye stand. They stare at us with no shame.
“What the hell is going on?”
“The kissing booth is on fire.” Levi’s denim pants hit us both. Wilma has a great right pitch. “Get dressed. I’ll drive.”
Five minutes later, we’re rumbling down the road in the back seat of the twin’s club car. I’m tucked in the groove of Levi’s side and his arm rests over my shoulder.
“Why do we care about the kissing booth?” Levi is still half asleep.