“Looks successful. My mom gets her hair done there, she said.”
Beth laughed. “She does. I don’t know her very well. Tate does her hair. But she seems like a very nice lady. We do all right. I manage things. Tate and Anne are the talent, so to speak. We have a nail person who comes in a few days a week and two others who have stations for cuts and color. Tate did a special class on how to do facials and that stuff, so she does a spa day two days a month. Those are popular. I have a good life. I never dreamed of it when I was a kid, you know? But it’s a good life. I work with my sisters every day. I see my family all the time. I can pay my bills. My car is in decent shape. I have no real debt. And now there’s this super-hot guy who’s come back to town and things seem to be moving in a good direction.”
He sat up, hungry for her. “We should go back.”
She yanked on his arm. “Why? There’s no one out here but me and you.”
He kissed her slow and deep. “What I want to do to you might be illegal in Georgia. We should do it behind a closed door.”
She laughed. “Put that way…”
He stood, tugging her to her feet. But then he swayed, holding her to his body. Dancing to music she made just by existing. He was tall, but so was she. She fit him so well.
They danced for some time as the night closed in all around them. Until he tipped her chin up and fell into that mouth once again. Until need raced through him, beating at him.
He broke away, handing her a helmet.
Then his phone rang.
He groaned and looked at the screen. “I’m so sorry. I have to take this.” He turned his back and answered his mother’s call.
He’d had a terse, quiet conversation before turning back to her, telling her he had to go, dropping her off at her place and speeding off into the night.
She’d asked if she could help, but he shut her down with a shake of his head. He’d gotten on his bike without another word and waited for her to climb up behind him. Even back at her place he’d been quiet, not going in with her, just waiting until she’d gotten her door unlocked before he’d pulled back out and roared away.
That sucked.
She’d slept horribly, and though it was her day off, she’d headed in to the shop to keep busy.
“You want to tell me what’s up your butt?” Anne put a cup of coffee in front of Beth.
“Nothing’s up my butt, Anne. That’s exit only, thank you very much.”
Anne snorted. “Well your sense of humor still exists. So what’s wrong?”
Beth huffed a sigh. “Okay so last night I managed to finally get some forward movement with Joe. I mean we had this scorching-hot make-out session and it was edging toward sex and then—”
“Make out? Like you’re in high school? Did you let him touch your boob over your bra but under your shirt?”
“Listen here, sister. Making out is totally underrated. Sure, sure, once you’re older and you can have sex, kissing for forty-five minutes at a time flies out the window cause, duh, sex. But, making out with Joe Harris is hot. Anyway, so we have this talk and things are great and he takes me for a ride on his motorcycle and we laid on a blanket out under the stars and kissed some more and he’s like hey I want to f**k you hard and I’m like hello, let’s get on that. And then his phone rings, he takes me home without more than four words and he’s gone.”
“Who was it? On the phone I mean.”
“I think it was his mom.”
Anne’s horrified look nearly made Beth choke on her coffee. “Ew. His mom?”
“Hush up. Jeez, weirdo. I think he’s got trouble at home. You know his dad hasn’t been well.” Joe had alluded to health issues in his family being part of the reason he came back.
“I didn’t tell you this yet, but I heard Jim Bodry down at the hardware store talking about Mr. Harris. Saying he got into a yelling match with Merle at the post office.”
Beth frowned. “He used to drink a fair bit. But not like Dad drinks. I wonder if it’s worse now. I just wish Joe would talk to me.”
“Give him a chance at least. It’s only been a day. See if he calls you today.”
“I was thinking of calling him.”
Anne snorted. “He needs to call you. You were nearly doing it and he ran off? I’m not sure there’s a Miss Manners for that, but if there was, she’d say he broke off the sexing so it’s his job to call and check in. Like if he broke a date.”
Anne met her eyes. “Look. I know you like being in charge. But you got that far enough. You pushed your way into his life and obviously it worked. Although he’s lucky to have you. He’s a guy. A big burly guy like William. He’s going to need to be in charge now. Also? Honey, he needs to do it. You deserve that. You can only chase so much and now it’s his turn.”
That’s when Tate burst through the door with her sister-in-law, Maggie Chase and a passel of kids. Beth smiled at the sight. Standing to go scoop up some smooches.
“It’s your day off.” Tate gave her a long look. “Why are you here?”
“Just can’t get enough of Anne’s sunny disposition I guess. What’s up this fine day?” Beth gave her attention to Maggie. “Hey there.”
“The house is awash with Chase men watching sports. Lordamighty.”
Beth looked to Anne with a grin. “And that’s a complaint?” Every one of the Chase brothers was better than the last to look at. Gorgeous, great manners, sexy, and head over heels in love with their wives.
Beth laughed. “She does. I don’t know her very well. Tate does her hair. But she seems like a very nice lady. We do all right. I manage things. Tate and Anne are the talent, so to speak. We have a nail person who comes in a few days a week and two others who have stations for cuts and color. Tate did a special class on how to do facials and that stuff, so she does a spa day two days a month. Those are popular. I have a good life. I never dreamed of it when I was a kid, you know? But it’s a good life. I work with my sisters every day. I see my family all the time. I can pay my bills. My car is in decent shape. I have no real debt. And now there’s this super-hot guy who’s come back to town and things seem to be moving in a good direction.”
He sat up, hungry for her. “We should go back.”
She yanked on his arm. “Why? There’s no one out here but me and you.”
He kissed her slow and deep. “What I want to do to you might be illegal in Georgia. We should do it behind a closed door.”
She laughed. “Put that way…”
He stood, tugging her to her feet. But then he swayed, holding her to his body. Dancing to music she made just by existing. He was tall, but so was she. She fit him so well.
They danced for some time as the night closed in all around them. Until he tipped her chin up and fell into that mouth once again. Until need raced through him, beating at him.
He broke away, handing her a helmet.
Then his phone rang.
He groaned and looked at the screen. “I’m so sorry. I have to take this.” He turned his back and answered his mother’s call.
He’d had a terse, quiet conversation before turning back to her, telling her he had to go, dropping her off at her place and speeding off into the night.
She’d asked if she could help, but he shut her down with a shake of his head. He’d gotten on his bike without another word and waited for her to climb up behind him. Even back at her place he’d been quiet, not going in with her, just waiting until she’d gotten her door unlocked before he’d pulled back out and roared away.
That sucked.
She’d slept horribly, and though it was her day off, she’d headed in to the shop to keep busy.
“You want to tell me what’s up your butt?” Anne put a cup of coffee in front of Beth.
“Nothing’s up my butt, Anne. That’s exit only, thank you very much.”
Anne snorted. “Well your sense of humor still exists. So what’s wrong?”
Beth huffed a sigh. “Okay so last night I managed to finally get some forward movement with Joe. I mean we had this scorching-hot make-out session and it was edging toward sex and then—”
“Make out? Like you’re in high school? Did you let him touch your boob over your bra but under your shirt?”
“Listen here, sister. Making out is totally underrated. Sure, sure, once you’re older and you can have sex, kissing for forty-five minutes at a time flies out the window cause, duh, sex. But, making out with Joe Harris is hot. Anyway, so we have this talk and things are great and he takes me for a ride on his motorcycle and we laid on a blanket out under the stars and kissed some more and he’s like hey I want to f**k you hard and I’m like hello, let’s get on that. And then his phone rings, he takes me home without more than four words and he’s gone.”
“Who was it? On the phone I mean.”
“I think it was his mom.”
Anne’s horrified look nearly made Beth choke on her coffee. “Ew. His mom?”
“Hush up. Jeez, weirdo. I think he’s got trouble at home. You know his dad hasn’t been well.” Joe had alluded to health issues in his family being part of the reason he came back.
“I didn’t tell you this yet, but I heard Jim Bodry down at the hardware store talking about Mr. Harris. Saying he got into a yelling match with Merle at the post office.”
Beth frowned. “He used to drink a fair bit. But not like Dad drinks. I wonder if it’s worse now. I just wish Joe would talk to me.”
“Give him a chance at least. It’s only been a day. See if he calls you today.”
“I was thinking of calling him.”
Anne snorted. “He needs to call you. You were nearly doing it and he ran off? I’m not sure there’s a Miss Manners for that, but if there was, she’d say he broke off the sexing so it’s his job to call and check in. Like if he broke a date.”
Anne met her eyes. “Look. I know you like being in charge. But you got that far enough. You pushed your way into his life and obviously it worked. Although he’s lucky to have you. He’s a guy. A big burly guy like William. He’s going to need to be in charge now. Also? Honey, he needs to do it. You deserve that. You can only chase so much and now it’s his turn.”
That’s when Tate burst through the door with her sister-in-law, Maggie Chase and a passel of kids. Beth smiled at the sight. Standing to go scoop up some smooches.
“It’s your day off.” Tate gave her a long look. “Why are you here?”
“Just can’t get enough of Anne’s sunny disposition I guess. What’s up this fine day?” Beth gave her attention to Maggie. “Hey there.”
“The house is awash with Chase men watching sports. Lordamighty.”
Beth looked to Anne with a grin. “And that’s a complaint?” Every one of the Chase brothers was better than the last to look at. Gorgeous, great manners, sexy, and head over heels in love with their wives.
