Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Every nerve in my body came to life. Heat pooled between my legs.
Wow. Turned out I did still have a sex drive.
Which didn’t mean I was going to do anything about it with this guy.
“Customers usually stand on the other side of the counter.”
I didn’t need his naked torso taunting me with its glory. Not when my mouth watered to lean forward and lick that tan skin. Damn, it had been a long time since I’d been laid. Like since long before JT was born.
He was gorgeous, definitely, but not dating material. Not for the long haul. He was dangerous because I had a feeling he had the skill to take care of my sex drought.
That meant he’d had tons of practice, leaving a bevy of well-satisfied women all over western Montana.
While my vagina was saying jump him, I needed to be realistic. I had JT now. I couldn’t just get my rocks off with anyone. I couldn’t bring any guy into our lives, and he definitely wouldn’t fit in with my mom lifestyle.
But it was a reminder that I really needed to get on the apps and start dating legit possibilities.
I cleared my throat. “Go ahead and write down the part number of the one that broke, if you have it, the kind of tractor, your name, and phone number. I’ll have him give you a call with pricing tomorrow.”
Sam stared at me, and his tongue flicked out to lick his lower lip. He set the pad and pen down without writing anything. He shook his head. “I think I’d rather come back. Yeah, I’d definitely rather come back in person. You work every day?”
He was too close. So close, I caught his sexy masculine scent of mountains and fresh air and virile male. Worst of all, something about him reminded me of Ted, JT’s dad.
Even if Sam didn’t look years too young for me, I would never go for a cocky player like Ted again, and this guy was c.o.c.k.y.
I put my fingertips on his bare chest with no notepad this time. It was a big mistake because his nipples instantly got hard.
Oh my God.
I blinked out of my testosterone-induced haze and gave him a gentle push backward. “Whoa, cowboy. Whatever you’re thinking, unthink it.”
He took his cowboy hat off and ran his fingers through his hair, undaunted. “All I was thinking was that you must be new to town. Maybe you need someone to show you around.”
“I don’t,” I said firmly and shook my head to go with it. “Even if I did, you’re not my type. And, how old are you anyway?”
Why was I even asking that? It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going out with him!
Sam opened his mouth to answer, but he was interrupted by JT. “Look, Mommy!”
I expected to see him showing me the insides of the toaster.
“Mommy, up here!”
I looked up and gasped. JT was sitting on a crossbeam at least twelve feet in the air, his little feet dangling, kicking back and forth with satisfaction at his new perch.
My heart stalled in my throat. Holy shit. “JT! You can’t be up there!”
Oh God. This was how he broke his arm a few weeks ago. He’d climbed a tree and fallen out from a too-high branch.
My son was fast and had zero fear.
We’d had to move from California because he’d cracked open his cast and peeled it off three days later, saying it itched. Of course, I had no way of explaining to his doctor, or summer camp counselors, or anyone else around us how that break had healed so fast.
Even though I’d just checked on him, I was a terrible mother. I’d been ogling a sexy torso while JT put himself in danger.
I ran to stand beneath him and put my hands up and out as if that would keep him from jumping. “How did you get up there? Oh my God. How am I going to get you down?”
2
SAM
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Holy shit. The little boy who’d been dissecting some kind of small appliance when I arrived was now sitting on top of one of the warehouse rafters. I tipped my head back to see him; he was that high. Damn, the kid was quite the acrobat. And fast.
I positioned myself beside Clio, ready to catch him if he fell.
The delectable dark-haired mechanic—the female Fate sent straight to Cooper Valley just for me–was freaking out.
I didn’t blame her. The boy was obviously her son, based on their shared hair color and vivid blue eyes. There was nothing but concrete for him to fall on, and he was human. Breakable. A fall like that could kill a kid.
If he were a shifter pup, I wouldn’t give it another thought. But a human? Fuck.
“JT, don’t move. Just hold on, okay?” While I could tell she was trying to stay calm, I couldn’t miss the way Clio’s voice shook with anxiety.