As they stake their claim to Becky’s heart and soul, she begins to suspect that they have a plan for her curvy, enticing body. A plan that would tie her to Gray Oaks Ranch forever.
* * *
“You--you’re totally plotting against me!”
He laughed. “Not against you,” he said, picking up his clothes and walking towards the truck. “Not at all.”
“So you admit it,” I insisted. “You two are making plans.”
“It’s just what sensible family men do,” he said, tossing his clothes into the truck. He turned back to me with a smirk on his face.
“I’ll have no part in it,” I said, automatically.
He merely grinned and stalked towards me. “Is that what you think?” He pushed my wet dress off my shoulders. “This dress,” he murmured conversationally, “is totally soaked, Becky. Looks like we’ll have to take it off you and let it dry in the sun...can’t drive back to the ranch with a naked woman next to me, at least in broad daylight.” He winked. “Guess we’re stuck here for now...damn, I wish I had something to do.”
The dress fell to my waist, and Jamie worked it down over my wide hips. “You,” I said, “you’re crazy if you think I’ll have any part in this.”
He grinned. “I can tell by the look in your eyes, sweetness, that you want it.