enough to accept the consequences.” Not the least bit impressed with her justification,
Sheridan
laid down that threat without skipping a beat.
Jamie snorted. “I’m a little old for your paddle, Father.”
“But not for Brodie’s.”
Her eyes went wide and straight for the cocky cowboy sipping milk at the end of the table. “He doesn’t have the right.”
“Your insults to him and the fact that you are going to be living beneath his roof will certainly give him that.”
“Anything of his that touches me will be cut off .”
That’s all she had to say about that.
* * * *
Caelen watched
Sheridan
’s concerned gaze follow his daughter as she stormed from the room.
“Let it go,
Sheridan
.” Brodie echoed Caelen’s thought as he set his glass of milk down. “She’s just running a little hot. She’ll cool down in time.”
“Running hot is no excuse for that kind of language or behavior,”
Sheridan
shot back. “It really makes me wonder about this husband of hers that let my daughter turn into such a…”
“Bitch?” Brodie offered.
“I would have said feisty,”
Sheridan
growled. “And lest you thought I was serious, don’t you dare go raising a hand to my daughter.”
Leaving the two of them to argue it out, Caelen slid his chair back as quietly as he could.
Sheridan
had to have noticed him leaving in the same direction as Jamie, but he didn’t speak up, and Caelen didn’t hesitate. He found her, not surprisingly, where she’d always stormed off to in a snit—the barn, petting the horses.
“You always knew how to make an exit.” Caelen settled along the stall gate right beside her. Tucking in his elbows, he leaned back against the slatted wood to glance around the bar, pointedly ignoring looking right at her, just as she did him.
“Really, Caelen, you can’t see how bad an idea this is?”
He didn’t even have to think about that one. “Nope.”
“Me living not a hundred steps from your front door?”
“The only problem I see is that you think you’re not going to be living inside my door.” Caelen turned his chin to cast her his signature grin.
She met his smile with her own overly sweet one. “My daddy is sending me to my sister, Caelen. Not to you.”
“I guess we’ll see how that works out, won’t we?”
He’d sensed all through the meal that she didn’t really have any heat under her scowl. Jamie had just been keeping up appearances for her daddy. Now, she couldn’t stop her laugh at that question. “You don’t know what you are getting into, Caelen MacAuley. I’m going to make your life a living hell.”
“Is that what you think, darlin’?”
Caelen curled around her, caging her against the stall. To her credit, Jamie didn’t hesitate as she stroked down the horses muzzle. That didn’t mean that she could hide the sudden tension in her shoulders or the way her breath caught. Caelen noticed it all, and it made him itchy in the worst way.
“I’m really going to like watching Brodie tan your hide, just as much as I’m going to love watching him spread your legs wide and pack your little cunt full of dick. I like watching, Jamie. It makes me hunger, and just when Brodie’s had his fill,” Caelen dropped his tone, “it’s going to be me who makes you beg for mercy.”
He could smell her heat dripping right down those creamy thighs. Sweet honey and all he had to do was thrust a hand up her skirt to be touching it. Before that urge could overwhelm him, Jamie turned. Her body might have been primed, but her gaze remained focused as did the taunting smile at her lips.
“Really, Caelen, it doesn’t shock me at all that you need your brother’s help to make a woman beg.”
He felt his ears go red with that one, but he let her go as she shouldered through his arm to strut off. No, his response to that challenge would be better served off her daddy’s land or at least not where
Sheridan
could interfere. Instead of chasing after
Sheridan
laid down that threat without skipping a beat.
Jamie snorted. “I’m a little old for your paddle, Father.”
“But not for Brodie’s.”
Her eyes went wide and straight for the cocky cowboy sipping milk at the end of the table. “He doesn’t have the right.”
“Your insults to him and the fact that you are going to be living beneath his roof will certainly give him that.”
“Anything of his that touches me will be cut off .”
That’s all she had to say about that.
* * * *
Caelen watched
Sheridan
’s concerned gaze follow his daughter as she stormed from the room.
“Let it go,
Sheridan
.” Brodie echoed Caelen’s thought as he set his glass of milk down. “She’s just running a little hot. She’ll cool down in time.”
“Running hot is no excuse for that kind of language or behavior,”
Sheridan
shot back. “It really makes me wonder about this husband of hers that let my daughter turn into such a…”
“Bitch?” Brodie offered.
“I would have said feisty,”
Sheridan
growled. “And lest you thought I was serious, don’t you dare go raising a hand to my daughter.”
Leaving the two of them to argue it out, Caelen slid his chair back as quietly as he could.
Sheridan
had to have noticed him leaving in the same direction as Jamie, but he didn’t speak up, and Caelen didn’t hesitate. He found her, not surprisingly, where she’d always stormed off to in a snit—the barn, petting the horses.
“You always knew how to make an exit.” Caelen settled along the stall gate right beside her. Tucking in his elbows, he leaned back against the slatted wood to glance around the bar, pointedly ignoring looking right at her, just as she did him.
“Really, Caelen, you can’t see how bad an idea this is?”
He didn’t even have to think about that one. “Nope.”
“Me living not a hundred steps from your front door?”
“The only problem I see is that you think you’re not going to be living inside my door.” Caelen turned his chin to cast her his signature grin.
She met his smile with her own overly sweet one. “My daddy is sending me to my sister, Caelen. Not to you.”
“I guess we’ll see how that works out, won’t we?”
He’d sensed all through the meal that she didn’t really have any heat under her scowl. Jamie had just been keeping up appearances for her daddy. Now, she couldn’t stop her laugh at that question. “You don’t know what you are getting into, Caelen MacAuley. I’m going to make your life a living hell.”
“Is that what you think, darlin’?”
Caelen curled around her, caging her against the stall. To her credit, Jamie didn’t hesitate as she stroked down the horses muzzle. That didn’t mean that she could hide the sudden tension in her shoulders or the way her breath caught. Caelen noticed it all, and it made him itchy in the worst way.
“I’m really going to like watching Brodie tan your hide, just as much as I’m going to love watching him spread your legs wide and pack your little cunt full of dick. I like watching, Jamie. It makes me hunger, and just when Brodie’s had his fill,” Caelen dropped his tone, “it’s going to be me who makes you beg for mercy.”
He could smell her heat dripping right down those creamy thighs. Sweet honey and all he had to do was thrust a hand up her skirt to be touching it. Before that urge could overwhelm him, Jamie turned. Her body might have been primed, but her gaze remained focused as did the taunting smile at her lips.
“Really, Caelen, it doesn’t shock me at all that you need your brother’s help to make a woman beg.”
He felt his ears go red with that one, but he let her go as she shouldered through his arm to strut off. No, his response to that challenge would be better served off her daddy’s land or at least not where
Sheridan
could interfere. Instead of chasing after
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