Corina clapped her hands. “I love when you get fired up!”
Amelia let an evil little smirk play across her face. “Fired up? Oh, you haven’t seen fired up until you’ve seen a Parker women pissed off. And I am pissed off.”
Paxton started herding Amelia toward the door. “Well, before you burst into flames of vengefulness and write an article, can we hit up the stores in town before I have to relieve Steed from daddy duty?”
I sat up. “Let me change into something else, and I’ll be ready to head out.”
The three women retreated out of my bedroom so I could change. After slipping on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve T-shirt with the name of the ranch on it, I put my sneakers on and was ready to go. My phone beeped and I couldn’t ignore the small pull in my stomach when I saw his name.
Jonathon: I’ll be home tomorrow. Can we meet for dinner?
My fingers trembled as I came up with my response. Even a text message from this man got me worked up.
Me: Where? I don’t want it anywhere public.
Jonathon: Waylynn, I’m the contractor on the build out of your dance studio, I hardly think it would be scandalous if we met for dinner in a public place.
Smiling, I chewed on my lip. Should I be flirty or play it cool? Fuck that. Flirty it is.
Me: Well, what if we decide you need to do some hammering? I don’t plan on wearing any safety gear to this dinner. And by safety gear, I mean panties.
Jonathon: Christ, woman. Now I’m gonna have to jack off before we go to dinner.
Me: I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not. Enjoy your dinner!
Jonathon: The only dinner I’m going to enjoy is the one with you tomorrow.
Me: Am I on the menu?
Jonathon: Fucking hell… You’re gonna be the death of me, Waylynn Parker.
Me: Gosh, I hope not. I’m looking forward to dessert tomorrow night. Gotta run…
I slipped my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and headed to the living room to meet the girls. The idea of seeing Jonathon and the hopes of what would come after dinner lifted my spirits. I walked into the living and clapped my hands.
“Come on, ladies. I’m in the mood to do some Christmas shopping!”
Chapter Six
Jonathon
Cord talked non-stop on the flight back home. All I could think about was burying my dick in Waylynn, which filled me with nothing but guilt. My best friend had no idea I was falling for his sister, and I sat next to him like a pussy and didn’t say a word.
Truth be told, if Waylynn hadn’t asked me not to say anything, I’d have already told Cord I had feelings for her. Of course, I knew Cord and his brothers. They would expect me to get their blessings first, but fuck that. Waylynn was a grown woman who didn’t need anyone’s permission.
I sighed. The whole situation still bothered me. I didn’t like keeping secrets from Cord.
“Did you hear a word I just said, Turner?”
“What was that?”
“Dude, I’ve been going on and on and you’re not even listening.”
I smiled. “Sorry, hangover from last night.”
Cord smiled. “Last night was fun. Dude, I can’t believe you didn’t hook up with that redhead. Hell, she was practically dry humping you.”
Shaking my head, I replied, “Not into that kind of thing.”
“Yeah, I guess you never were. You’re still not hung up on Liz, are you?”
“Liz?” I asked with a laugh. “Hell no.”
Liz was the girl I had thought might be the one. We had dated for a few years. I was ready to take it to the next step…at the same time that she was ready to date other people. It was clear we had two very different ideas about where the relationship was going.
“You back with Bethany, then?”
“No. I knew bringing her to the party was a bad idea, but I needed a date.”
Cord nodded. “Nothing there? Y’all not rekindling the spark?”
I laughed. “Again, hell no. Bethany only cares about two things in life. Her and her clothes. And shoes. And make-up.”
“That’s four things, bro.”
“Yeah, well, bottom line is Bethany only cares about Bethany and who would be the perfect guy to bow down to her and shower her with gifts.”
Roaring with laughter, Cord said, “Damn. I always knew she was superficial. I never did understand what you saw in her, Jon.”
“Neither did I. She wasn’t even good in bed.”
“Well, there must be someone back home because you didn’t even look at a chick this weekend.”
I stared at him. My head was screaming to tell him. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t lie to him any more.
“Cord, let me ask you something.”
“Okay, ask away.”
“What would you do if I told you I was falling for Waylynn?”
Cord’s smile faded, and he looked away for a brief moment before turning back. “Are you?”