both about what was going on and how it was bothering me. I’ll try to do better, Kyle, but honestly, you know how I am. I don’t even tell myself what is upsetting me most of the time until it hits critical mass.” Jacob gave a half smile.
To me the smile fell flat. It bothered me that he tried to contain his emotions to the point that he hid them from himself until they overwhelmed him. He showered us with tenderness, passion and love. How could we get him to trust us with his vulnerability too?
Chapter Three
A few months passed. Thanksgiving was approaching in a couple of weeks, and I was trying to decide what to do about my dad. He wanted me to come to his home to be with my family, but when I mentioned bringing Jacob and Kyle with me, he’d been polite but confused by why they would be included. They weren’t family, after all.
My guys and I were at a loss at how to tell my dad. I didn’t want to tell him over the phone… Well, I kinda did because he had a temper and I hated to have him mad at me, but I loved him too much to disrespect him like that too. And I knew he was going to flip out over this. Especially since it had been going on for so long.
I had suggested that I fly out and tell him myself, but Jacob and Kyle wouldn’t go for that either. In fact they had flipped out at that idea themselves when I’d tried to insist. Jacob had stormed off through one door and Kyle had gone off through the other, pouting. I had stood there in the kitchen with my eyes going back and forth until I’d finally thrown my hands up, swearing under my breath as I started on dinner. And they say women are moody? Bloody bastards!
That had been two hours ago, and I had dinner in the oven when I heard the doorbell ring. I stayed in the kitchen when I heard the guys say they had it. I was still fuming a bit so I decided to wait a little while longer. It was probably ranch business anyway since it was a Friday afternoon.
I kept out of the way until about twenty minutes later when I heard raised voices coming from the living room…and one of those voices was a woman’s.
* * * *
I usually tried not to make snap judgments about people but this woman… Yeah, I made an exception for her.
“Aw, come on, guys… I just need a place to stay for a couple of weeks. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Her voice just dripped with artificial sweetness. I had this picture of an overblown bar tart out of some horrible TV movie.
“We had fun that week you had me over, didn’t we?”
Oh, hell. Was she one of their pick-ups? I shivered in disgust. I hoped she looked better than she sounded, or my ego was going to take a massive blow. I stayed out of sight for a few more minutes just to see how the guys were taking this and I only felt a little guilty.
“JoAnn, we told you no. But we will let you crash in the bunkhouse overnight while you find something else. That is it.” Jacob’s voice was firm and held a touch of pity.
“Kyle.” Her voice turned wheedling. “What about you? You used to love my blow jobs. How about I remind you?”
“Jo, what the fuck? Stop!” Kyle sounded freaked.
I heard noises of people struggling and I rushed into the room. I couldn’t believe it. That skanky bitch had actually dropped to her knees and was trying to undo Kyle’s jeans. He was trapped in a corner and Jacob was trying to pull her off but was having problems because he was obviously afraid of hurting a woman. Stupid cowboy ethics. Let me at the bitch!
I stalked over to her and grabbed a handful of that nasty hair with all the grease and spray in it, yanking hard.
“Oww!”
“He said no, bitch,” I snarled. “And unlike Jacob, I don’t have a problem with kicking your ass when you don’t listen!”
I shoved her away and watched as she jumped to her feet. She had probably been a pretty country brunette at one point, but drugs or drinking had taken their toll. She had that wasted, hardened look
To me the smile fell flat. It bothered me that he tried to contain his emotions to the point that he hid them from himself until they overwhelmed him. He showered us with tenderness, passion and love. How could we get him to trust us with his vulnerability too?
Chapter Three
A few months passed. Thanksgiving was approaching in a couple of weeks, and I was trying to decide what to do about my dad. He wanted me to come to his home to be with my family, but when I mentioned bringing Jacob and Kyle with me, he’d been polite but confused by why they would be included. They weren’t family, after all.
My guys and I were at a loss at how to tell my dad. I didn’t want to tell him over the phone… Well, I kinda did because he had a temper and I hated to have him mad at me, but I loved him too much to disrespect him like that too. And I knew he was going to flip out over this. Especially since it had been going on for so long.
I had suggested that I fly out and tell him myself, but Jacob and Kyle wouldn’t go for that either. In fact they had flipped out at that idea themselves when I’d tried to insist. Jacob had stormed off through one door and Kyle had gone off through the other, pouting. I had stood there in the kitchen with my eyes going back and forth until I’d finally thrown my hands up, swearing under my breath as I started on dinner. And they say women are moody? Bloody bastards!
That had been two hours ago, and I had dinner in the oven when I heard the doorbell ring. I stayed in the kitchen when I heard the guys say they had it. I was still fuming a bit so I decided to wait a little while longer. It was probably ranch business anyway since it was a Friday afternoon.
I kept out of the way until about twenty minutes later when I heard raised voices coming from the living room…and one of those voices was a woman’s.
* * * *
I usually tried not to make snap judgments about people but this woman… Yeah, I made an exception for her.
“Aw, come on, guys… I just need a place to stay for a couple of weeks. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Her voice just dripped with artificial sweetness. I had this picture of an overblown bar tart out of some horrible TV movie.
“We had fun that week you had me over, didn’t we?”
Oh, hell. Was she one of their pick-ups? I shivered in disgust. I hoped she looked better than she sounded, or my ego was going to take a massive blow. I stayed out of sight for a few more minutes just to see how the guys were taking this and I only felt a little guilty.
“JoAnn, we told you no. But we will let you crash in the bunkhouse overnight while you find something else. That is it.” Jacob’s voice was firm and held a touch of pity.
“Kyle.” Her voice turned wheedling. “What about you? You used to love my blow jobs. How about I remind you?”
“Jo, what the fuck? Stop!” Kyle sounded freaked.
I heard noises of people struggling and I rushed into the room. I couldn’t believe it. That skanky bitch had actually dropped to her knees and was trying to undo Kyle’s jeans. He was trapped in a corner and Jacob was trying to pull her off but was having problems because he was obviously afraid of hurting a woman. Stupid cowboy ethics. Let me at the bitch!
I stalked over to her and grabbed a handful of that nasty hair with all the grease and spray in it, yanking hard.
“Oww!”
“He said no, bitch,” I snarled. “And unlike Jacob, I don’t have a problem with kicking your ass when you don’t listen!”
I shoved her away and watched as she jumped to her feet. She had probably been a pretty country brunette at one point, but drugs or drinking had taken their toll. She had that wasted, hardened look
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