Page 77 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
Breeze pushed his nose between them. Brett stole another kiss before giving in to the needy dog and kneeling down to love her up.
“What do you think, Breeze?” he asked the dog. “Can I walk around naked all day with Sophie and keep my hands to myself?”
The dog answered with a woof!
He grinned at Sophie. “If those are your nonsexual fantasies, I can’t wait to hear the ones you’re too nervous to tell me.”
She looked around again as he rose to his feet and picked up the bucket of eggs.
“I’ve never been blindfolded,” Sophie said tentatively as they headed for the house with Breeze on their heels.
“Now we’re talkin’. Good thing I brought a tie.”
She bit her lower lip.
“What else?” he urged.
She shrugged, blushing a red streak. “I’ve never done it outside or made out in a theater. This isn’t sexual, but I’ve never ridden double on a horse with a man, and I think that would be romantic.”
He draped an arm around her shoulder and said, “I’m going to make all your fantasies come true, and from now on we’re implementing Naked Saturdays.”
“I like the sound of that. I have another fantasy.” She gazed up at him with those trusting baby blues, and his heart thumped harder. “I would like to see your place. We always stay at mine, and I want to see you in your natural surroundings.”
“Like an animal at the zoo?” he teased. “Baby, I want you in my apartment, in my bed, on my couch, on my dining room table.” He nuzzled against her neck. “When we leave we’ll pick up a few things from your apartment and stay at my place. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect,” she said as Nana came out the side door and Breeze trotted off to greet her.
Nana crouched to pet the dog, looking spry in a pair of jeans and a white sweater. “I thought you two got lost in the henhouse.”
“I wanted to, but your granddaughter refused me,” Brett teased.
“Silly woman.” Nana shook her head. “You’ve got to seize the moment! Every moment!”
“He was kidding, Nana.” Sophie hugged her. “Want help making breakfast?”
“I would love that. I’d like to make banana bread, too. How hungry are you?”
Brett shrugged. “I can wait as long as it takes. Or if you’d prefer, I can run out and grab breakfast from someplace in town and bring it in for everyone.”
Nana pursed her lips together. “We’re going to break you of that restaurant habit, city boy. While Sophie and I make a breakfast worth eating, would you mind checking on my husband and making sure he didn’t overdose on sugar? I swear eating poorly runs in male genes. He thinks I don’t know about his secret stash of Ho Hos or the ridiculous number of sports magazines he hoards in the tack room. As if I don’t realize it doesn’t take two hours to muck out three stalls. That man would eat sugar and read sports all day long if he could.” She sighed with the same dreaminess Sophie did and said, “I do love that man, though he’s a sneaky Pete.”
Brett gave Sophie the bucket of eggs and a quick kiss before heading down to the barn. He found Poppi pushing a wheelbarrow toward a stall. The pungent aroma of manure and damp straw greeted him.
“Grab a pitchfork, son. Lemme show you how country boys build muscle.”
Brett reached for a pitchfork. “I could use a few tips. The gym’s getting old.”
“Somehow I doubt that.” Poppi opened a stall and said, “Taking care of a horse is a lot like taking care of a good woman. You want to make sure she’s got a clean bed, a roof over her head, and every once in a while you’ve got to take her out for a nice long ride.”
He proceeded to show Brett how to muck the stalls. Brett had never been around horses, but mucking stalls was pretty basic. Pitch the soiled bedding into the wheelbarrow, toss it in the manure pile out by the woods, and then replace it with clean bedding.
“Are you from the city or…?” Poppi asked.
“Born and bred. My family is there.”
“Then I guess there’s no sense in trying to get you to convince Sophie to come back to Oak Falls permanently.”
