I peered at my cousin in the rearview mirror. “’Cause that’s where your ornery ass belongs.”
Lynx flipped me off.
“Why’d she refuse delivery again?” my father questioned, his head leaned back, eyes closed.
“She insisted I bring it,” I explained.
“She hot?” Lynx inquired.
“I ain’t touchin’ that with a ten-foot pole,” I said, using some of Lynx’s favorite words.
Amy had attempted—at my insistence—to get a regular delivery set up for Melissa Stephenson. So, we’d changed the original delivery to the next available one. I thought Mrs. Stephenson would simply accept the table and go on her merry way. Oh, how I'd been wrong. Apparently, she’d answered the door in a bikini—which our normal delivery drivers hadn’t minded one bit—then adamantly refused the table because I wasn’t there.
I wasn’t any happier about the situation than Calvin or Lynx. However, I damn sure didn’t intend to deliver the table by myself. For one, I wasn’t going to carry the damn thing inside without help, which was why I'd brought Lynx. And two, I needed someone there to keep the woman from jumping me. That was the reason my father was along for the ride. I had no doubt she would come on to me, given the opportunity. Even if I wasn’t completely caught up in Amy and Rhys at the moment, I wasn’t going to go anywhere near that woman without backup.
“She’s married?” Calvin asked, one eye opening as he peered over at me.
I nodded as I turned the truck down the street I'd been directed to by the navigation system.
“And she’s interested in you?” Lynx sounded skeptical.
Asshole.
“Is she blind?” my father joked.
I glared over at my father, then back at my cousin. “Y’all just wait. You’ll see.”
“Aww, hell,” Calvin retorted. “This oughta be good.” He glanced back at Lynx. “I’ll get to watch you work your magic on this ol’ gal.”
“Damn straight,” Lynx hummed.
“Oh, come on, old man,” I teased my father. “I bet you got some magic left in them old bones.”
Calvin flipped me off.
I chuckled.
“This chick got money?” Lynx inquired, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the front seats as we turned into Mrs. Stephenson’s ostentatious neighborhood, both sides of the street lined with oversized mansions.
“Oh, yeah,” I told him.
A minute later, that was proven when we were pulling up the stone driveway toward the enormous white-stone monstrosity with an immaculately manicured yard, palm trees galore, and stonework that had to cost a pretty penny. Yep. The woman had money. Or her husband did.
Not that I gave a fuck either way. I wanted to drop off this table and be on my way. I had a girl waiting for me back at the shop. Although I'd wanted to bring Amy with us, I'd figured Mrs. Stephenson would find a way to be rude, and that was the last damn thing I wanted to deal with today. So, I left Amy working with Copenhagen standing guard. I'd given her the instruction not to answer the door for anyone, then I locked the doors behind us.
“We gonna flip a coin to see who rings the bell?” Lynx asked. “You said she was in a bikini last time?”
I glanced in the rearview mirror. “The job’s all yours, boy. Have at it.”
Lynx was out the door in a second, whistling as he sauntered up the front steps. He hit the doorbell, then cast a grin over his shoulder.
A second later, the door opened.
Lynx pulled off his straw hat and shot the woman a full-fledged grin. “Hey, sweet thang. We got a delivery here for ya.”
I peered up at the door and nearly fell over.
Melissa stood staring at Lynx, her eyes wide, her red lips shiny. She didn’t look even slightly frightened by the intimidating cowboy covered in tattoos from his neck to his knuckles. Nope, she certainly wasn’t scared. More like … hungry. And if I were closer, I'd probably see the hardened points of her nipples peeking beneath the thin lace of that black teddy. She even had four-inch stilettos to go along with it.
