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Noah grabs the grooming bucket and goes out to speak with him. She tells him she’ll meet him at the training center once we finish brushing the horses.
“Hey.” I nod at Tripp when he comes into view. Then I glance at Noah. “If ya gotta run, I can finish up here and get them back in their stalls.”
Tripp looks back and forth between us, and I do my best to seem normal. Not at all like I was seconds from cracking and kissing his sister.
By the way Noah looks at us, she must sense the tension coming off Tripp and reluctantly agrees.
“Sure. Thanks, Mr. Underwood.”
Giving her a tight-lipped smile, I ignore Tripp’s narrowed stare before grabbing the bucket and walking away before he sees right through me.
ChapterThirteen
Noah
“Goddamn, you little hottie.” Magnolia whistles after she barges through my door and sees me in my dinner outfit. “You dressin’ up for Jase or Daddy Fisher?”
I roll my eyes when she waggles her brows. “What’d I say ’bout callin’ him that?”
“You’re tellin’ me you didn’t scream that when he was balls deep inside you? Because if not, that’s a tragedy.”
I scoff, grabbing my heels and sitting on the edge of the bed. “No, a tragedy is what this dinner is gonna end in if Jase figures out what we did.”
“Speakin’ of, you left me with blue ovaries after your text last night. So spill the rest of the juicy details. What happened after Tripp caught y’all?”
“He didn’tcatchanythin’. But he woulda had he come twenty seconds later...”
“I knew it!” she squeals.
I was moments away from begging Fisher to kiss me, but a part of me doesn’t want to know if he would’ve or not. The logical side of me knows we shouldn’t. It’d make everything more complicated than it already is, but the needy side of me wants his mouth and hands on me again.
When he whispered in my ear, my entire body shivered in anticipation. Over twenty-four hours later, I can still feel his warm breath tickling down my neck.
“Doesn’t matter because nothin’ happened or can happen again.” Once my shoes are on, I stand and put in my earrings.
“Do you really think Jase would be that upset? Y’all broke up a long time ago, and it’s time y’all moved on.”
“You seriously think he’d be okay with memovin’ onwith his father?Sure, yeah, go bang my dad, then let’s have a therapy session about all the emotional trauma,” I mimic in an exaggerated deep voice.
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, just tell him to shut up, or you’ll make him your stepson.”
I snort. “Yeah, that’ll make him closer to Daddy dearest.”
“To be a fly on the wall at that restaurant...are ya sure I can’t be your plus-one?”
“For what? Like some weird non-double date? I’m already worried I’m gonna slip and say somethin’ I’m not supposed to know.”
“Like how big his dick is...”
“No! Well, yes, but more personal. He’s talked about stuff I wouldn’t know if we wereonlycoworkers.”
“Again, to be a fly on the wall...” She chuckles and motions for me to spin around so she can get the full view of me. “And you wearin’ a date night dress on a non-date night is the cherry on top.”
My hands rub over the ruffled fabric. “Is it too much? Should I change?”
I analyze every inch of my outfit in my floor-length mirror. I picked out a white cami dress with a ruched bust that flows just below my knees. When I pair it with navy-blue heels, it grants me a few more inches. Since we’re meeting at the Twisted Bull afterward, I’m bringing my favorite cowboy boots. No way can I dance or ride the mechanical bull in three-inch shoes.
“You look perfect. I’ll be waitin’ at the bar to hearallabout it.”
