Page 77 of Rocky Mountain Devil
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, haven’t got all day,” Nicole teased, clapping her hands rapidly. “Enough with the kissing, already.”
Trevor didn’t stop what he was doing, just let one hand drift upward, raised middle finger aimed toward Nicole as he silently continued to kiss Becky.
Laurel laughed. “And that’s all he’s got to say on the matter.”
Nicole leaned toward Laurel as they ignored the couple on the swing. “So was Ashley hanging out at the library when you issued the invite as well?”
“Yes,” Laurel answered primly. “You’d be surprised how many people actuallyreadin this town.”
“Hey. I read,” Nic protested. “Especially since you started the wine and chocolate nights.”
Too funny. “I notice you remember the wine and chocolate parts, but not thereading clubpart of it.”
“What was Ashley reading? How to survive testosterone overdoses?”
“She’s doing an art mural for us in the children’s area,” Laurel said.
Her friend snorted. “Your idea?”
“Yes.”
“Hiring Colemans—isn’t that against some kind of nepotism rule?”
Laurel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “I don’t see me married to her, do you? This is why you need to read more—you’ve been watching too many cheesy sitcoms.”
The two on the swing finally broke apart, a flush colouring Becky’s cheeks. “We’re supposed to wait here for Ashley. I guess she wants to drive.”
A moment later another enormous four-by-four truck joined them, Ashley waving from behind the steering wheel before she popped out and marched up to them, jamming a cowboy hat on top of her long blonde hair. “Hey, ladies. Everybody ready to burn the place down?”
Nic jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “If those two are finished kissing…”
Ashley folded her arms over her chest, looking Becky and Trevor over with interest. “Oh. In that case, no rush.” She gestured for them to continue. “Go on.”
“I’d say we were done, but it wouldn’t be true. Never going to be finished kissing my Rodeo,” Trevor murmured.
Becky rose to her feet, fingers tangled with his as she made her way to the top of the stairs and to the truck. “Down, boy.”
He chuckled, lifting her into the back seat as the rest of them climbed into the enormous beast of a vehicle. “You sure you want to drive this monster, Ashley? Because you’re welcome to take mine, you know.”
“As if yours is any smaller.”
Nicole snickered.
“Shut up, you,” Ashley said with a laugh. “It’s okay, trust me—Iknow how to drive big beasts. Lots of practice.Ahem.”
Another snicker escaped Nic.
“Don’t start up yet, Ash, they’re kissing again,” Laurel warned.
Becky’s soft laugh carried through the truck cab as she whispered goodbye to Trevor. He closed the door and backed away, waving to them, then stood there and watched as Ashley turned around and headed out.
“Sorry about that,” Becky said.
From her position behind the wheel, Ashley made a rude noise. She glanced in the rearview mirror at Becky. “What did I tell you the last time we talked?”
“Too much for me to be able to remember?” Becky admitted.
“Never apologize for kissing. At least remember that one,” Ashley said.
