It's complicated.
Reaction of Cory's dad when she spills the news.
What news? Ummm, it's pretty bad.
But tell that to Brett...
Okay, he's a little busy.
What's it like to be engaged to someone long distance?
BRETT ISN'T ABOUT TO LET A LITTLE SNOW
GET IN HIS WAY...
GET IN HIS WAY...
One
direction. Be here. Not too hard for
most folks. Ah but then he remembered, Corinth Hera McLemore wasn’t like any
woman he’d ever encountered. Footloose and fancy free—well not anymore.
Something
had to give. His little spitfire was going to learn that when he gave her a
direction, he meant business. Not a choice whether or not to obey. Still no
text and he vacillated between worry and WTF. He glanced around the terminal
and the curves he was hot to taste still hadn’t come into view. Pulling out his
cell, he punched the icon and just as he was lifting his phone, he spotted her.
Late again.
Christ if
some of the running backs in the NFL could bob and weave like his baby hustling
down the corridor, they’d be hell on…heels.
He got an
eyeful of her shapely legs and a pair of stilettos that had no place outside
their bedroom as his Texas spitfire broke free of the throng. His and Cory’s
gazes collided and then fused. Color stained her cheeks, and she slowed her
pace.
Brett stood
his ground, not bolting forward like he usually did. Hell yeah. Mad as fuck, he
was a click away from laying down the law.
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