Christyne Butler The Sheriff's Secret Wife (epub

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.Friday afternoon, one more meeting and his workweek was done.How being sheriff made him a member of the town's betterment committee he still didn't know, but the mayor, the school principal and a few other noted citizens were members, including his mother, so he considered it another one of his civic duties.So far, the committee had done good things, like building the new playground at the elementary school and bringing in a couple of specialty stores to the downtown area.A jazzy tune, either Dino or Frank, flowed through his closed office door.Alison, the sheriff department's office manager, had a thing for both crooners.At least she wasn't playing that damn Elvis CD again.Ever since Vegas, he couldn't listen to Elvis, and not just because the man—or an exceptional replica—had officiated at his and Racy's wedding.Gage grabbed his coffee mug, took a swallow of the now cold liquid and grimaced.Damn, he'd almost done it.Almost gone the whole afternoon without thinking about her.Since catching her spying on his workout last Sunday, he couldn't be in his sunroom without thinking about those sexy, bed-head curls, the open pajama top and the unzipped jeans that perfectly framed her flat stomach, the piercing in her navel glimmering in the sunlight.And the glimmering desire in her eyes.For him.Hell, it was impossible to be anywhere in his house without reliving the memories of last weekend.And if that buzzer on the washing machine hadn't gone off, they would've christened his new leather sofa with a repeat performance of wild sex.Just like Vegas.Only Gage didn't want that.Well, yeah he did.Who was he kidding? But ever since that amazing night, both in and out of bed, he'd begun to realize he wanted more.And he wanted it with the woman who happened to be his wife.Too bad she didn't feel the same way.He still wasn't sure how they'd gone from fighting about her brothers and career choices to being wrapped in each other's arms, but it felt good—damn good—to find out she remembered their time in Vegas.Previously she'd led him to believe she had no memory of the night's events.But now she'd admitted her memories, and things were a lot less clear-cut.So instead of acting out any of the numerous fantasies in his head last Sunday morning, he'd gotten her and her dog out of his house as quickly as possible.Then he'd spent most of this past week either in the office or finishing up the lower level bathroom at his place in order to be ready for tonight.Hell, he'd waited all week to be served with divorce papers.Real ones, this time, but nothing.Five days and not a word from Racy.No, that's not true.He'd seen her on Wednesday, but only to take Jack home after finding the golden retriever on his front porch when he'd gotten off work.The dog had jumped into his Jeep, plopped on the passenger-side floor mat and seemed to enjoy the blast of hot air from the heater on his ragged, wet fur.Gage had no idea how the dog had gotten from Racy's place to his, but the mutt had seemed pretty happy to see him.His owner didn't seemed so thrilled, though.From her bedraggled appearance when she cracked open the door to allow the dog inside, he didn't know if she was sick or hungover.All he got was a weak thanks and then the door shut in his face."Am I interrupting?"Gage looked up."Hey, what are you doing here?""Surprised to see me?""After last night? Yeah."His mom's still smooth cheeks flushed pink, making her look a decade younger than her fifty-five years."Well, there's a first time for everything.""Catching my mother steaming up windows on Make Out Mountain isn't one I'm looking forward to repeating."Sandy Steele quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind her."Shh!""Oh, now you're embarrassed?""You watch your tone, Gage Mitchell Steele." His mother's facial features shifted from flustered to stern in a heartbeat."Or what? You're going to stop talking to me like the rest of the family?"Her fingers tightened on the quilted purse she clasped to her chest."I came to walk with you to the betterment committee meeting." She turned to go."I can see now that was a mistake."Okay, he was a jerk.Gage rose."Mom, wait."She didn't, and he had to grab his jacket and Stetson, and send Alison a quick wave as he rushed out the door.He hated that his brother and sisters were still giving him the cold shoulder, but that was no excuse for his behavior.He slid to a stop to keep from crashing into his mother as she stood just outside the front door, depositing mail in a mailbox."Mom, I'm sorry [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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