“Yeah, I’ve mentioned her before, right?”
“You’d only mentioned her name. I assumed she was your brother.”
I chuckled. “She gets that a lot.”
Quinn’s voice was as soft as the press of her hands to my chest. “You want me to meet your family?”
“I do, but if it’s too soon—”
My heart thumped a wild, erratic beat in my chest. I know we were okay, but what if she didn’t want to move as fast as I did? What if she wasn’t ready for this next step?
“No, I want to. You’ve met my dad. I want to meet them.” Her lips brushed softly against mine. “I would love to meet them.”
I slid my hand into her hair and dragged her mouth to mine. I kissed her. Slow, deep, savoring the feel of her in my arms.
She pulled away first, a curse falling from her lips, “Oh shit, what about Whit? I can’t just leave her here.”
“I’m sure she’ll be back soon. Let’s find out what she’s doin’ and we can go from there.”
“Well, what should we do until then?” I didn’t miss the suggestive, sultry note in her words.
Desire sparked like fireworks in my veins. I gripped her hair just a little tighter and kissed her again, before gently biting her lip as I pulled away to say, “A shower would be nice.”
An appreciative hum floated on the air between us as her hands slid up my chest before hooking around my neck. “A shower does sound nice.”
I let her lead me down the hall and into the bathroom where she slowly—so damn slow that I swear to God I was shaking—pulled off my clothes, one piece of fabric at a time.
Chapter thirty-five
Cowboy Kind of Love
Quinn
“Ican’t believe thatdumb bitch did that!” Whit exclaimed as she plopped down onto my bed. “I mean, it’s not entirely surprising because she looks like a whore, but I can’t believe she did that to Hux! I’m surprised he didn’t punch her, doesn’t he hate her?” She added with a huff.
“Right?” I laid down on my stomach beside her, propping myself up on my elbows while dangling my feet in the air behind me. “But, like, the thing I can’t wrap my head around is why? Why target Hux?”
Whit’s gaze held a sad look to it. “I mean, he’s an easier target than most because of…” Her words trailed off, like she couldn’t stomach saying the rest.Because of his blindness.
My stomach flip flopped, even as anger boiled my blood just at the thought of what Georgette had done. She was awful. Disgusting. Truly vile. Thank God she was gone.
Whit pursed her lips then added, “There’s also the fact that since you came back here the dynamic between her and your dad has shifted. I wouldn’t put it past her to try and do that to get rid of you.”
I frowned. What did she mean? “I’m not following.”
Whit crossed her legs and pulled a pillow into her lap. “Just think about it, if you thought Hux cheated on you with her, you’d break up with him, he’d get fired when your dad found out, and then there’d be no reason for you to stay and help your dad here on the ranch. She’d have been able to have him all to herself without you being there to guide his moral compass.”
I’d never thought of it that way, but I could absolutely see Georgette as the scheming type. I mean, she had to be if she’d gone and tracked Hux down to assault him. “That does make sense.”
Whit offered me a hopeful smile. “At least that dumb bitch is gone now. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was out on the town tonight trying to find her next sugar daddy. She seems like a gold digger.”
I huffed. She was right about that. How Dad could have put up with her for as long as he had was beyond me—and it hadn’t even been two full months.
Whit’s warm, dark brown gaze met mine. “How are you feeling right now, girlie?”
I let out a loud exhale and dropped my head against the mattress for a moment. “Stressed. Worried. Anxious. This entire morning has been one spectacular shitstorm. The only positive to come out of this is that Hux and I were able to talk.”
“You two were doing something…” Whit offered me a wolfish grin and waggled her eyebrows. “And it sure didn’t involve talking when I came back.”
