“Val, maybe not everyone wants a threesome.” I cleared my throat.
“Pssst, everyone should, it's amazing,” she said.
I chuckled. “Yes, Ms. I date two hockey players.”
“I just want everyone to experience it once,” she sighed.
“Well, it's in the air here in Sterling Ridge and in that family, so who knows, maybe Iris might have her own trio.” I blew on my tea.
My phone pinged, my heart leapt as I checked for the text I had been waiting for. It was Iris.
“Hey, I gotta go. I love you, bye!”
“Beau, you better call?—”
I ended the call feeling a tad guilty. Once I found out Iris was ok, I would text her back and apologize.
Iris: Fine, just working the ranch.
Me: The ranch? I didn’t realize you worked there too.
Iris: It’s good therapy and it gets me out of the house.
Iris on a horse was more appealing than it should be. Did she wear chaps? Was that a thing? Oh god.
Me: You sure you’re doing, ok?
I didn’t get a response right away. My stomach churned with worry as I thought maybe I had pushed too hard.
Iris: I’m fine, DAD.
I didn’t have a daddy kink, but for Iris, I think I could learn. I had Vincent Barros' number and he definitely had a daddy kink energy. Being the owner of the kink club in Denver, I’m sure he could give me a few lessons. How hard could it be?
Me: Have you eaten?
Iris: I was joking about you being my dad.
Me: Trust me, Iris. You’d know if I was being your Daddy.
Iris: BEAU, NO.
I laughed, picturing her shocked expression.
Me: Let me bring you some lunch. I’ve been worried since yesterday, let me see you so I know you are ok.
Another long pause left me staring at my phone like a desperate fool. I took the time to place an order for burgers. If she didn’t want to see me, I could have burgers for dinner or maybe for lunch tomorrow.
Iris: Meet me at the barn. Take main street, turn on the first street to the left after you pass the market. At the fork, go right. Park at the cabin. If you get lost, call me.
Me: See you in twenty minutes.
I chugged the rest of my tea, looking down at my casual attire, thinking it might be better to change before I went out on the ranch. Grabbing my worn jeans, I slipped on a henley, stuffed my phone in my pocket and left before I thought better of it.
Mae’s diner had the best food I had ever tasted. It was comfort food that wrapped you in a blanket from the inside out. The menu had all your comfort staples with a few curveballs thrown in, but their pies were amazing. If I didn’t watch myself, I was going to lose my boyish figure.
After picking up the food, I drove down the main road, passing the market, putting my blinker on when I noticed a familiar person walking down the shops. Nash walked with purpose, a sexy scowl marring his face. Damn, this man was too fine.
The light turned green way too soon, not letting me admire him for more than a few seconds. It was probably a good thing. I almost honked at him and that was a bad idea.
