Loving a Texan from New Orleans -- PART 5
BOOK EXCERPT:
Chapter 2
"If you were my wife, I'm not so sure I'd leave you out here all by yourself."
Savannah jumped as she felt wide, brawny hands around her slender waist.
Brody West lifted her slight frame with ease as she swung her legs over the four-rail horse fence. Planting her firmly on the ground in front him, the handsome, sweaty, chiseled-faced man smiled down at her. She stood just a hair above his broad chest, and she had on cowboy boots with a sizeable chunk of heel.
"Thanks, but I could have gotten across myself," Savannah said, brushing the dust off her jeans.
"Oh I know," Brody's eyes gleamed as he tilted her hat back from her sweaty face. "I see there's not too much around this place you can't do all alone, Miss Savannah."
"But I'm hardly alone," she reminded him. "I am a married woman," she reminded herself, too.
Her rapport with Brody, the stand-in 'ranch hand' appointed by Hunter, was easy. They teased often like relatives, but the underlying sexual tension between them was undeniable ... unspoken, yet undeniable.
"I know that," Brody said. "But where is your husband?" he asked playfully. "We have work to do," he beckoned her toward the barn. "And your Hunter Wolf is nowhere in sight."
"You know darn well where he is," Savannah defended Hunter as she threw a bale of hay over her shoulder from one stall to the next.
"Well I say he's getting off easy," Brody chuckled.
"Easy for you maybe," she huffed and chucked the final bale using all her might. "But not for me. I'm a girl."
"I can see that," Brody flirted. "But you work like a boy and that's all that matters." He tossed a massive clump of hay mixed with fresh horse manure toward her, narrowly missing her head. Savannah ducked just in time.
"Brody West!" Savannah shot with stretched eyes.
Brody knew he was in trouble. He chuckled and dashed from the barn with Savannah just steps behind him.
She finally caught up with him by the little pond in the distance. She pushed him backwards in the water, but he held on to her and she went flying in with him.
Seconds later they were laying on the grassy bank next to the pond, soaked, laughing out loud like teenagers.
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Chapter 2
"If you were my wife, I'm not so sure I'd leave you out here all by yourself."
Savannah jumped as she felt wide, brawny hands around her slender waist.
Brody West lifted her slight frame with ease as she swung her legs over the four-rail horse fence. Planting her firmly on the ground in front him, the handsome, sweaty, chiseled-faced man smiled down at her. She stood just a hair above his broad chest, and she had on cowboy boots with a sizeable chunk of heel.
"Thanks, but I could have gotten across myself," Savannah said, brushing the dust off her jeans.
"Oh I know," Brody's eyes gleamed as he tilted her hat back from her sweaty face. "I see there's not too much around this place you can't do all alone, Miss Savannah."
"But I'm hardly alone," she reminded him. "I am a married woman," she reminded herself, too.
Her rapport with Brody, the stand-in 'ranch hand' appointed by Hunter, was easy. They teased often like relatives, but the underlying sexual tension between them was undeniable ... unspoken, yet undeniable.
"I know that," Brody said. "But where is your husband?" he asked playfully. "We have work to do," he beckoned her toward the barn. "And your Hunter Wolf is nowhere in sight."
"You know darn well where he is," Savannah defended Hunter as she threw a bale of hay over her shoulder from one stall to the next.
"Well I say he's getting off easy," Brody chuckled.
"Easy for you maybe," she huffed and chucked the final bale using all her might. "But not for me. I'm a girl."
"I can see that," Brody flirted. "But you work like a boy and that's all that matters." He tossed a massive clump of hay mixed with fresh horse manure toward her, narrowly missing her head. Savannah ducked just in time.
"Brody West!" Savannah shot with stretched eyes.
Brody knew he was in trouble. He chuckled and dashed from the barn with Savannah just steps behind him.
She finally caught up with him by the little pond in the distance. She pushed him backwards in the water, but he held on to her and she went flying in with him.
Seconds later they were laying on the grassy bank next to the pond, soaked, laughing out loud like teenagers.
###
Loving a Texan from New Orleans -- PART 5
BOOK EXCERPT:
Chapter 2
"If you were my wife, I'm not so sure I'd leave you out here all by yourself."
Savannah jumped as she felt wide, brawny hands around her slender waist.
Brody West lifted her slight frame with ease as she swung her legs over the four-rail horse fence. Planting her firmly on the ground in front him, the handsome, sweaty, chiseled-faced man smiled down at her. She stood just a hair above his broad chest, and she had on cowboy boots with a sizeable chunk of heel.
"Thanks, but I could have gotten across myself," Savannah said, brushing the dust off her jeans.
"Oh I know," Brody's eyes gleamed as he tilted her hat back from her sweaty face. "I see there's not too much around this place you can't do all alone, Miss Savannah."
"But I'm hardly alone," she reminded him. "I am a married woman," she reminded herself, too.
Her rapport with Brody, the stand-in 'ranch hand' appointed by Hunter, was easy. They teased often like relatives, but the underlying sexual tension between them was undeniable ... unspoken, yet undeniable.
"I know that," Brody said. "But where is your husband?" he asked playfully. "We have work to do," he beckoned her toward the barn. "And your Hunter Wolf is nowhere in sight."
"You know darn well where he is," Savannah defended Hunter as she threw a bale of hay over her shoulder from one stall to the next.
"Well I say he's getting off easy," Brody chuckled.
"Easy for you maybe," she huffed and chucked the final bale using all her might. "But not for me. I'm a girl."
"I can see that," Brody flirted. "But you work like a boy and that's all that matters." He tossed a massive clump of hay mixed with fresh horse manure toward her, narrowly missing her head. Savannah ducked just in time.
"Brody West!" Savannah shot with stretched eyes.
Brody knew he was in trouble. He chuckled and dashed from the barn with Savannah just steps behind him.
She finally caught up with him by the little pond in the distance. She pushed him backwards in the water, but he held on to her and she went flying in with him.
Seconds later they were laying on the grassy bank next to the pond, soaked, laughing out loud like teenagers.
###
Chapter 2
"If you were my wife, I'm not so sure I'd leave you out here all by yourself."
Savannah jumped as she felt wide, brawny hands around her slender waist.
Brody West lifted her slight frame with ease as she swung her legs over the four-rail horse fence. Planting her firmly on the ground in front him, the handsome, sweaty, chiseled-faced man smiled down at her. She stood just a hair above his broad chest, and she had on cowboy boots with a sizeable chunk of heel.
"Thanks, but I could have gotten across myself," Savannah said, brushing the dust off her jeans.
"Oh I know," Brody's eyes gleamed as he tilted her hat back from her sweaty face. "I see there's not too much around this place you can't do all alone, Miss Savannah."
"But I'm hardly alone," she reminded him. "I am a married woman," she reminded herself, too.
Her rapport with Brody, the stand-in 'ranch hand' appointed by Hunter, was easy. They teased often like relatives, but the underlying sexual tension between them was undeniable ... unspoken, yet undeniable.
"I know that," Brody said. "But where is your husband?" he asked playfully. "We have work to do," he beckoned her toward the barn. "And your Hunter Wolf is nowhere in sight."
"You know darn well where he is," Savannah defended Hunter as she threw a bale of hay over her shoulder from one stall to the next.
"Well I say he's getting off easy," Brody chuckled.
"Easy for you maybe," she huffed and chucked the final bale using all her might. "But not for me. I'm a girl."
"I can see that," Brody flirted. "But you work like a boy and that's all that matters." He tossed a massive clump of hay mixed with fresh horse manure toward her, narrowly missing her head. Savannah ducked just in time.
"Brody West!" Savannah shot with stretched eyes.
Brody knew he was in trouble. He chuckled and dashed from the barn with Savannah just steps behind him.
She finally caught up with him by the little pond in the distance. She pushed him backwards in the water, but he held on to her and she went flying in with him.
Seconds later they were laying on the grassy bank next to the pond, soaked, laughing out loud like teenagers.
###
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| BN ID: | 2940151503945 |
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| Publisher: | Stone Cottage Books |
| Publication date: | 05/21/2015 |
| Series: | Loving a Texan from New Orleans , #5 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 345 KB |
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