Page 76 of No More Secrets
Kira glared at her. “You’re tan. All of that farm work is going to give you sun spots. You should see a dermatologist.”
“Thanks for stopping by,” Summer said. “You’d better run along now. You don’t want to get behind with all your special projects.”
“Ladies.” Nikolai Vulkov sauntered into Summer’s cube.
“Nikolai.” Kira gave him a frosty nod before strutting out.
Summer shoved her hands through her hair. “Ugh! That woman makes me want to push her off a rooftop and then hit her with a bus.”
Niko pressed a kiss to her cheek. “She has that effect on most people.”
“You never ... with her ...?” Summer demanded.
Niko put his hands up. “I don’t sleep with every beautiful woman I meet.”
“You think snide nastiness is beautiful?” Summer snorted.
“Not everyone can be as sweet as you,” he teased. “So I see you survived farm life.”
“I have. And had a pretty good time doing it. How was Paris?”
“Same old, same old.”
Summer grinned. “Jet-setting off to Paris for a shoot and then on to Blue Moon Bend. I can’t wait to see you on the farm.”
“Oh, like you’re so at home there.”
“I told you. I had a good time.”
Niko’s eyes narrowed. “Uh-huh. And what did you say Old MacDonald’s name was?”
“Carter. Carter Pierce.”
“You slept with him!”
Summer jumped up and slapped a hand over his mouth. “Shut up!” she hissed.
He dragged her hand down. “I knew something was different about you,” he said triumphantly.
“Will you keep your voice down?”
He laughed. “Ms. I Have No Time for Relationships when it comes to models and investment bankers goes and falls for a farmer!”
Summer groaned and sank back in her chair. “Just what’s it going to cost me to get you to keep your big, fat mouth shut?”
“Smuggle some vodka into the barnyard for me and we’ll call it even,” he smirked.
“You are insufferable.”
“That’s why the ladies love me.”
“I’m throwing up now.”
“It’s good to have you back.”
“Yeah, yeah. Get out. Leave me to my misery,” Summer sighed.
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