Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Lea Kinkade

back. Besides, she didn’t want to take it back. Last night had been the best sexual experience of her life and she wanted more. She decided to just go with it.
    The lovers spent Saturday and Sunday together at her apartment—most of it in bed. Dillon told the foremen at the Ranch to call him on his cell phone if they needed a vet before Monday, but there were no calls. Dillon reluctantly left Abby on Sunday night when she told him she needed to do laundry and get ready for work on Monday. He hinted that if she lived with him at the Ranch, they wouldn’t have to be apart. She just rolled her eyes and pushed him out the door.

Chapter 3
     
    The first Friday after they started their relationship, Abby met the girls at Chaps & Spurs for their regular night out. While Dillon was still playing pool, several men asked her to dance. Abby loved to dance and, since they were in a public place, she saw no harm in dancing with a few of the men with whom she danced regularly before she and Dillon got together. She didn’t dance any slow songs with anyone.
    She was dancing a fast two-step with Jaime Hernandez when Dillon barreled onto the dance floor and tore her out of the man’s arms.
    “Back the fuck off, Hernandez,” Dillon said in a hard voice that Abby didn’t recognize. The look he gave Jaime caused the younger man to take a step backward.
    “I don’t know what—” started Jaime before getting cut off by Dillon’s commanding voice.
    “Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about, you little shit.”
    “It was just a dance.”
    “I think you know better than to hit on a woman that’s already taken. You know Abby is mine. I’m not sharing. Tell all the pups here tonight to back the fuck off. Anybody else tries to poach what’s mine will get their head knocked off. Spread the word.”
    “But you never—” started Jaime.
    “This one’s different,” interrupted Dillon. “Spread the word. Abby is off the menu. She’s mine and I won’t take anybody trying to weasel their way in between us lying down. Now, get the fuck out of here.” The stare down lasted about ten seconds before Jaime broke eye contact and headed off the floor, fists clenched tightly at his sides, without looking back at Abby.
    Dillon turned around, took a shell-shocked Abby by the hand, and hauled her off the floor. Leading her back to the table, he gave her a hard, hot kiss right there in front of everyone. “I’m your only dance partner from now on, baby. Sorry if I didn’t make that clear before. I’ll see you in a bit.” Then he stalked back up the stairs where the pool tables were.
    Abby sat there with her mouth open and her face beet red as she watched Dillon head back up the stairs. He could be such an ass. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. How dare he tell her what she could and couldn’t do! The girls at the table watched her as if they expected her to blow her top at any moment. Jordan got up and went to Abby, sitting right next to her as she put an arm around her shoulders. “In case you hadn’t noticed it, Abby, the Chisholm boys are a bit territorial. They don’t share well with others. Don’t be too hard on him. He loves you, and he doesn’t like to see another man’s arms around you. He wouldn’t care one way or another if he wasn’t in love with you. I don’t think he’s ever done that with any other woman he’s dated. He won’t dance with any other women, either, so don’t think he’s being chauvinistic.”
    Taylor moved closer and said, “Yes, he could have handled it better. But you have to remember he’s a man. They don’t always think with their big brain. His pride was hurt, and he was probably mad at himself for not telling you he didn’t want you to dance with anyone but him. Jordan’s right, he’s never pulled that he-man routine with any other woman. He cares about you an awful lot. Don’t make a big deal out of it and everyone will forget it. Well, maybe not Jaime,” she said with a