Cowboy Dreamin' (Thunder Creek Ranch Book 8) by Lorraine Nelson Page B

eat. His mother not being home meant no supper cooked, and he wondered where she and Lucas had got off to. He was sure he’d find leftovers in the fridge, but nothing he saw appealed to him. He wondered if Allison had eaten yet and palmed his phone to call. Then he decided to surprise her.
    On his way to the clinic, he spotted a fried chicken place. He went drive-thru and bought two chicken dinners and sodas, then continued to the clinic. As he had earlier, he drove around back and parked near her private entrance, surprised when the outdoor lights came on automatically. Motion sensors. Terry had thought of everything. He’d have to remember to throw some work his way. Their wranglers could only do so much and not nearly up to the standard of Terry’s work. He’d been suitably impressed when he’d entered Allison’s apartment.
    That huge walk-in shower and the oversized whirlpool tub had lusty thoughts swirling through his mind big time. Yep, he’d love to get Allison in that tub with him.
    He grabbed their dinners and stepped down from the cab. Her truck was there and lights were on in the apartment. Jack went to the door and rang the bell. No answer. He rang it again. Still no answer and, starting to worry, he pounded on the door. When he didn’t hear any movement from inside, he set the food on the patio table and dug out his phone.
    “Wakefield Clinic. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you shortly.”
    Damn! He pounded on the door again and hollered, “Allison.” Then he walked over to her bedroom window. It was open and he heard music playing. “Allison, open the door or I’m coming through this window.”
    Suddenly there she was, standing in the bedroom doorway wrapped in a towel. Her hair was dripping from the ends. She’d been in the tub. Wow! Great timing, Grayson. His heart thumped like crazy in his chest. Allison looked fantastic in her clothes, but seeing her in only a towel had his libido responding big time. She disappeared, and he gathered up the food and waited by the door.
    “Jack, what are you doing here? I thought you had work to do.”
    “I do, but I also need to eat and, knowing the current state of your larder, I decided to buy for two. What took you so long?”
    “I fell asleep in the tub. What a lovely way to relax. Those jets gave me a great massage.”
    “I give a good massage,” Jack suggested with a lascivious grin, envisioning her in the tub with his hands molding her body.
    Allison giggled. “I just bet you do. Come on in. Is that chicken I smell?”
    “Yep.”
    “Take it to the table. I’ll get dressed and be out in a second.”
    “Hmmm, I kind of like the way you wear that towel.”
    She smiled and headed for her bedroom, firmly closing the door behind her.
    Jack shrugged, set the food on the table, and waited. It wasn’t long until her door opened and he watched as she made her way to the table. She walked with such grace and economy of movement that she seemed to glide across the room. The pink shorts she wore were barely there and the matching tank top easily told him that she’d forgone a bra. His throat closed off, and he wanted to take her right there and then. To hell with the food.
    “Thanks for bringing dinner. I’m starving,” she said.
    He swallowed hard and pulled out a chair for her when what he wanted to do was carry her right back into her bedroom and make love to her. He eyed the table. It was a heavy, sturdy piece of walnut furniture. Maybe …
    Nope. She was already digging into her dinner. His lust would have to wait while they ate. He took a seat and dug into his chicken dinner. He really hadn’t known how hungry he was until he’d started eating. All he’d had today was coffee for breakfast and the pizza at lunch. Still, every time he glanced over at Allison, he wanted her more.
    Like now. She was licking the grease off her fingers … Such a sensual act, and so distracting, he almost choked on a fry. But he shouldn’t be