Page 65 of Mountain Rescue
The two of them were up to something, and Dallas hoped they weren’t counting on him to stick around. His home was in Montana. Doing what was the big question, but he’d figure it out when he returned to the ranch. Where she won’t be, he thought when Rachel walked back in the room without her wig. She smiled at him as she headed for the kitchen to join the other women. That sweet smile was playing havoc with his heart.
He glanced around Noah and Peyton’s downtown loft. “Helluva place you got here, Double D.”
“Never thought I’d like loft living, but it’s great. Got a lot of restaurants and shops right outside the door.”
The loft was cool, but there was no way Dallas could live here. He needed wide-open spaces. Laughter came from the kitchen, and he, Jack, and Noah all looked that way.
“Honey, if you ain’t hittin’ that up, you need to have your head checked,” Mary said. “If you don’t want him, give him to me. This old broad will show that boy some new tricks.”
Rachel met his gaze across the room, and there was pure mischief in her eyes. “Oh, I don’t know, let me think about it. But I should probably warn you that he’s a grouchy one.”
He was not! Not with her anyway.
“Thank God Dirty Mary has new meat in her orbit.” Noah rubbed his rear end. “My ass needs a break from pinchy fingers.”
“And before that, it was me,” Jack said. “Welcome to the Dirty Mary Grabby Hands Club.”
Dallas snorted. “Not a club I aspired to.” Although it was both weird and interesting that Mary’s grabby hands didn’t bother him. “She must have been a pistol when she was young.”
“Seven husbands,” Jack said. “Some she buried, and some she left wanting more...at least, that’s how she tells it.”
Noah shook his head. “Not sure any one of us would have survived her.”
“True story,” Jack said.
“You boys get your sexy butts to the table. Breakfast is ready,” Mary called.
Dallas wasn’t sure how she managed it, but he ended up seated on one side of Mary with Noah on her other. The table was loaded with platters stacked high with pancakes, plates of bacon, bowls of fruit, and assorted syrups, along with pots of coffee and pitchers of mimosas. The various pastries Noah had bought were the centerpiece of the table.
Mary wrapped the fingers of one hand around his biceps and did the same to Noah with her other hand. “Eat up, boys. Gotta keep these muscles strong for the ladies.”
He flexed his muscles, getting a giggle from her, and eyed the food. “There’s enough here to feed our team several times over.”
Noah started singing something about banana pancakes, and Dallas sat back in his chair and stared at his friend. “There’s really a song about banana pancakes?”
Peyton laughed. “There really is. Jack Johnson’s ‘Banana Pancakes.’”
“You really do have a great voice,” Rachel said.
Jack shook his finger at her. “Don’t encourage him. He’ll come up with a song for anything you say.”
“You got a song about Dirty Mary rocking a McHottie’s world?” Mary asked.
Noah grinned. “I sure do, but I can’t sing it in front of you ladies. You can listen to it on YouTube. The title actually is ‘Dirty Mary’ by Lady Bouncer. She sings about a horny secretary.”
Mary clapped her hands. “I can do horny secretary.”
“I just bet you can,” Jack muttered.
Rachel sat on the other side of him, and when she laugh-snorted, Dallas glanced at her and smiled. He loved seeing her enjoy herself. She looked at him, and he got caught in those eyes staring back at him. He wanted to grab her hand and drag her back to the cabin with him, back to their cozy little world where he could spend the day making love to her. Instead, he settled for putting his hand on her leg and squeezing.
“How soon can we leave?” she said quietly, letting him know her mind was in the same place as his.
“Real soon,” he said, getting one of those smiles that he’d decided was just for him.
“You have a song about a grandson giving his grandmother a grandbaby?” Lizzy said, bringing his attention back to the group.
Jack groaned. “No, he does not, Grammie.” He pointed his fork at her plate. “Eat your pancakes.”
