Texas Size Passion (A Cowboy's Heart Book 2) by Janessa Anderson Page A
Authors: Janessa Anderson
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towards the concrete porch. John pulled open the front door, and moved across the threshold with his right hand pulling it shut behind him.
No sooner had he walked inside, Fang, his solid white, blue-eyed, Siberian husky came running from the kitchen, and up to him with his tail wagging from left to right, repeatedly.
He took the time to kneel down, and give his furry companion a warm hug to thank him for the kind welcome home.
“It is good to see you too, my old friend.” John said. He spoke to Fang in a calm yet friendly fashion, giving him only the positive parts of him. Leaning back, his face flashed a gentle smile in the dog’s direction as he continued to talk to him. “I am sorry, but I have to get upstairs, and start work on getting myself cleaned up for a very special night tonight.”
John eased his body back to a standing position, and moved up the small set of wooden stairs to the second story of the house. Reaching the top, his heart nearly broke at the sound of his companion downstairs softly whining and howling for him at the bottom of the very steps he had just climbed up.
Fang, you are making this really hard on me…I want to play with you, but I just don’t have enough time to do it right now. I promise that we will spend plenty of time together once the dance is done over with, and make it up to you.
He forced his body down the small hallway, and inside of his bedroom. Moving past by his king size bed made from cherry wood, John walked right up to where a set of white, double doors were standing, and used his hands to pull them open.
On the other side, a rod stretching from one side to the other on the inside of the closet, there was a plentiful amount of shirts and pants hanging down from it on hangers with a rack of his hats nestled overhead of it.
All right…Let’s see about finding something to wear that will knock Emily off her feet, and have her wondering why she ever dated that city boy in the first place.
A faint smirk danced across his face at the thought of taking her breath away in another while he had managed to do that on the first day that they met in a more…personal way.
His hands rummaged through the shirt that hung on the left side of the closet with one another before he pulled out a blue and white patterned top with sleeves that would go down to his elbows. He took only a few moments to look it over before he tossed it towards the direction of his bed, and watched it fall down onto it in a neat way.
Well, there is my top. Now…I need to find the right pants for it.
John redirected his attention back to the closet, and focused it on where his pants were neatly hanging on the opposite side with the shelf above them that held all of his cowboy hats. As he did with his shirts, his hands moved over the pans, looking for the right pair of denim jeans to wear.
Looks like you don’t need my help with this since you are doing a fine job with getting the right clothes together at the moment.
He pulled down a nice pair of denim jeans, and retrieved his denim, wide brimmed hat like the one he had on at the moment from the top shelf while he listened to the sound of his conscience’s voice whispering to him.
You would be right.
John placed the pants and hat alongside the top he had placed out before he reached down to where his nice pair of black boots were standing at the foot of the bed, and brought them up onto the dark brown comforter as well.
Today, I don’t need your opinion on what to wear. I have this all figured
No sooner had he walked inside, Fang, his solid white, blue-eyed, Siberian husky came running from the kitchen, and up to him with his tail wagging from left to right, repeatedly.
He took the time to kneel down, and give his furry companion a warm hug to thank him for the kind welcome home.
“It is good to see you too, my old friend.” John said. He spoke to Fang in a calm yet friendly fashion, giving him only the positive parts of him. Leaning back, his face flashed a gentle smile in the dog’s direction as he continued to talk to him. “I am sorry, but I have to get upstairs, and start work on getting myself cleaned up for a very special night tonight.”
John eased his body back to a standing position, and moved up the small set of wooden stairs to the second story of the house. Reaching the top, his heart nearly broke at the sound of his companion downstairs softly whining and howling for him at the bottom of the very steps he had just climbed up.
Fang, you are making this really hard on me…I want to play with you, but I just don’t have enough time to do it right now. I promise that we will spend plenty of time together once the dance is done over with, and make it up to you.
He forced his body down the small hallway, and inside of his bedroom. Moving past by his king size bed made from cherry wood, John walked right up to where a set of white, double doors were standing, and used his hands to pull them open.
On the other side, a rod stretching from one side to the other on the inside of the closet, there was a plentiful amount of shirts and pants hanging down from it on hangers with a rack of his hats nestled overhead of it.
All right…Let’s see about finding something to wear that will knock Emily off her feet, and have her wondering why she ever dated that city boy in the first place.
A faint smirk danced across his face at the thought of taking her breath away in another while he had managed to do that on the first day that they met in a more…personal way.
His hands rummaged through the shirt that hung on the left side of the closet with one another before he pulled out a blue and white patterned top with sleeves that would go down to his elbows. He took only a few moments to look it over before he tossed it towards the direction of his bed, and watched it fall down onto it in a neat way.
Well, there is my top. Now…I need to find the right pants for it.
John redirected his attention back to the closet, and focused it on where his pants were neatly hanging on the opposite side with the shelf above them that held all of his cowboy hats. As he did with his shirts, his hands moved over the pans, looking for the right pair of denim jeans to wear.
Looks like you don’t need my help with this since you are doing a fine job with getting the right clothes together at the moment.
He pulled down a nice pair of denim jeans, and retrieved his denim, wide brimmed hat like the one he had on at the moment from the top shelf while he listened to the sound of his conscience’s voice whispering to him.
You would be right.
John placed the pants and hat alongside the top he had placed out before he reached down to where his nice pair of black boots were standing at the foot of the bed, and brought them up onto the dark brown comforter as well.
Today, I don’t need your opinion on what to wear. I have this all figured
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