Chapter Fourteen
Susan lay in the hotel bed, wrapped in Tyler’s arms as they watched the closing credits ofFarmer Seeks a Wife.
“Well,” she said. “Did you see the color I went when Nolan announced he’d played Peeping Tom down at the dam?” She moaned aloud. “And my mother probably won’t speak to me again for dropping an F bomb on public television. I never say that word. I’d hoped they’d bleep it out.”
Tyler chucked and pointed the remote at the TV.
“Wait, that’s Jennifer,” she said when the news commenced. “I’d love to hear her reaction.”
“Your reality show has proved very successful,” a male interviewer said. “Did you think the public would get behind the show as much as they did?”
“I’d hoped they would. The reality actually surpassed my expectations and the show took on a life of its own.”
“Are you disappointed Farmer Nolan didn’t end up with Susan?”
“Not at all. Two of our farmers have found women with whom they want to pursue a relationship. It’s not my job to force relationships on our farmers. I like to think we give them opportunities to grasp if they seem right for them. Besides, Susan did find a happy ending with Nolan’s brother, Tyler. If it weren’t forFarmer Seeks a Wife, the two wouldn’t have met.”
“What’s next for you?” the interviewer asked.
“Farmer Seeks a Wifehas proved so successful the network has given the go ahead for me to produce another reality show. We hope to have more seasons ofFarmer Seeks a Wife, but meantime I’m heading back to the township of Clare. The Shakespeare sextuplets have agreed to a reunion show, and we’re going to film them in their hometown.”
“Now that is exciting. I thought they refused to film after the age of twelve because they wanted privacy,” the interviewer said.
Jennifer beamed with excitement. “I obviously approached them at the right time. We intend to start filming early next month.”
The news station cut back to the newsreader who continued to report the day’s events, and Tyler switched off the TV.
“That will get the gossip vine buzzing in Clare. As far as I know, the Shakespeare sextuplets haven’t been together as a family since their parents divorced,” Tyler said.
“Isn’t one a famous model?”
“Yeah. I went to school with them. We were in the same class for a while.” He ran his fingers down Susan’s cheek. “Since we’re finally alone without cameras and friends, I think it’s time to have a private celebration.”
“We’ve been making merry since we got to your room,” Susan said with a grin.
Tyler nipped the fleshy part where her shoulder and neck met, the sharp bite pushing instant messages of lust through her body.
She tipped her head back and fluttered her lashes at him. “But we can do it again.”
“I’ll never tire of celebrating with you.”
Unable to resist, she ran her fingers along his jaw, his dark stubble abrading her skin. “Are you sure? What will you do for a job?”
“Eric and Josie told me I should finish my graphic design course.”
“Would you like that? Can you afford not to work?”
“They offered to pay for my course.” He frowned. “They said they owed me for all the time I’d put into the farm. As far as I’m concerned, they don’t owe me anything.”
He’d put his life on hold to help his in-laws on the farm and raise his daughter, but now wasn’t the time to fight the point. “You could get a part time job. Julia is always looking for security men who won’t hit on the customers. There’s no rush to decide.”
“That might work.” He flashed a grin. “Only one woman I want.”
Their lips touched and immediately the air crackled with sensual tension. She rose over him and his muscles jumped beneath her touch.
His lust-filled gaze settled on her breasts. “I want to make love to my fiancée.” He reached up and sucked her distended nipple into his mouth.
“That feels good.” Already renewed dampness made her ready for him and arousal coiled low in her belly.
