Do you really think anything has happened to him?” Zeb’s hand cupped her waist from behind, and she really liked him offering solid and close support at her back. Carly could clearly see why Zeb offered to help Coco, who seemed nice, but a bit lost.
“Um—” Coco bit her bottom lip. “Not the police yet. I’m sure he’s in this town, and when I find him, he’ll explain it all.”
Zeb cleared his throat. “Not seen him, Coco. But I’ll keep a lookout, while you should go and get a better room at Redrock Casino’s hotel. It has more security and better customers.”
Carly let Coco’s hand go. “I can get you a discount at Redrock, my boss runs it, and I haven’t seen your husband either. Sorry.”
Coco’s pretty eyes got bright, and Carly thought she might be on the verge of tears, but she was holding it back. “Thank you so much for looking,” she exclaimed. “And caring. I’ll think about that room. Now you two go on and have a wonderful day in this sunshine.”
Coco whirled around with her perfume swishing them in scent, then she clicked her heels back toward her room, and her free hand, not holding the picture, rose with a backhanded wave. “Loved meeting you too. Bye bye, sugars.”
“Sugars,” Carly whispered, as Zeb growled the endearment, then louder he said, “Redrock, Coco, I’m telling you.”
Coco didn’t look back, but kept waving, as Zeb started to mutter, “Going to have to watch out for her ... just know it.”
Carly hugged him, turning away from watching Coco enter her room next to Zeb’s. She squeezed him tight. “Zeb Andersen, badass biker, military man, who also saves suburban women from—”
He squeezed her back, pushing the air out of her lungs before she could finish as he growled, “Badass, is it?”
She leaned against him, nodding with her lips very close to his mouth. “Badass hot ,” she rumbled in her best Zeb growl.
His lips chuckled over hers as they kissed, and she forgot to worry that Finn, the owner of Rowdie’s, might see her. That’s what astounding sex and a new smoking hot affair did to a person—it blew their mind right out of them.
And she’d loved it.
SEVEN] You Saved My Life
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Z eb stood by the breakfast bar in Carly’s two-story house, looking through the mail piled there, while Carly packed some bags in the other room. He looked at each envelope with part of his attention as he spoke.
“So he’s a rodeo clown?” Zeb asked with a voice loud enough Carly could hear.
He set an insurance envelope to one side, then a bank statement with only Carly’s name on top of it. Her dickwad was seriously uncool leaving the house with so many undone repairs. Just walking in Zeb had seen the garage door was not closed to the bottom and whacked off its tracks, a broken rail, broken doorbell, and a busted outside light. Not to mention the torn screen door, and then inside he’d quit adding them up after he saw the dishwasher half pulled out like a forgotten project.
“It’s one of the things he does. Only I thought he wasn’t doing it anymore. But maybe with the rodeo in town they asked him to fill in.” Her voice floated out of the bedroom. “He’s a jack of all trades, always trying a new scheme. I think the latest is warehouse rolling doors. There’s some new kind that will revolutionize the docking door system.”
“Yeah, right,” Zeb muttered under his breath.
It looked like he and Carly were the same on one thing: neither of them had been a very good judge of character about the depths of their spouses’ psyches. Zeb had thought Tula was one kind of person, but after they married that had all changed, like she’d been gaming him or something.
Just a glimpse of Carly’s life and he could see that was happening to her also. He wondered if she saw it or ignored it or didn’t have a clue. Then there was the other issue: he’d heard her saying on the phone that she was going to judge the beauty pageant
“Um—” Coco bit her bottom lip. “Not the police yet. I’m sure he’s in this town, and when I find him, he’ll explain it all.”
Zeb cleared his throat. “Not seen him, Coco. But I’ll keep a lookout, while you should go and get a better room at Redrock Casino’s hotel. It has more security and better customers.”
Carly let Coco’s hand go. “I can get you a discount at Redrock, my boss runs it, and I haven’t seen your husband either. Sorry.”
Coco’s pretty eyes got bright, and Carly thought she might be on the verge of tears, but she was holding it back. “Thank you so much for looking,” she exclaimed. “And caring. I’ll think about that room. Now you two go on and have a wonderful day in this sunshine.”
Coco whirled around with her perfume swishing them in scent, then she clicked her heels back toward her room, and her free hand, not holding the picture, rose with a backhanded wave. “Loved meeting you too. Bye bye, sugars.”
“Sugars,” Carly whispered, as Zeb growled the endearment, then louder he said, “Redrock, Coco, I’m telling you.”
Coco didn’t look back, but kept waving, as Zeb started to mutter, “Going to have to watch out for her ... just know it.”
Carly hugged him, turning away from watching Coco enter her room next to Zeb’s. She squeezed him tight. “Zeb Andersen, badass biker, military man, who also saves suburban women from—”
He squeezed her back, pushing the air out of her lungs before she could finish as he growled, “Badass, is it?”
She leaned against him, nodding with her lips very close to his mouth. “Badass hot ,” she rumbled in her best Zeb growl.
His lips chuckled over hers as they kissed, and she forgot to worry that Finn, the owner of Rowdie’s, might see her. That’s what astounding sex and a new smoking hot affair did to a person—it blew their mind right out of them.
And she’d loved it.
SEVEN] You Saved My Life
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Z eb stood by the breakfast bar in Carly’s two-story house, looking through the mail piled there, while Carly packed some bags in the other room. He looked at each envelope with part of his attention as he spoke.
“So he’s a rodeo clown?” Zeb asked with a voice loud enough Carly could hear.
He set an insurance envelope to one side, then a bank statement with only Carly’s name on top of it. Her dickwad was seriously uncool leaving the house with so many undone repairs. Just walking in Zeb had seen the garage door was not closed to the bottom and whacked off its tracks, a broken rail, broken doorbell, and a busted outside light. Not to mention the torn screen door, and then inside he’d quit adding them up after he saw the dishwasher half pulled out like a forgotten project.
“It’s one of the things he does. Only I thought he wasn’t doing it anymore. But maybe with the rodeo in town they asked him to fill in.” Her voice floated out of the bedroom. “He’s a jack of all trades, always trying a new scheme. I think the latest is warehouse rolling doors. There’s some new kind that will revolutionize the docking door system.”
“Yeah, right,” Zeb muttered under his breath.
It looked like he and Carly were the same on one thing: neither of them had been a very good judge of character about the depths of their spouses’ psyches. Zeb had thought Tula was one kind of person, but after they married that had all changed, like she’d been gaming him or something.
Just a glimpse of Carly’s life and he could see that was happening to her also. He wondered if she saw it or ignored it or didn’t have a clue. Then there was the other issue: he’d heard her saying on the phone that she was going to judge the beauty pageant
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