When she started talking like we were an old married couple, asking me shit like what I had planned for the day, and I found myself looking forward to sharing, I knew I was in trouble.
That feeling of being hit by electricity slammed into me again when she sat down across from me, and took my hand to say grace, such a small thing to have such a huge impact.
I sat up in the chair and really looked at her then. The bruises were still there obviously, but they had started to fade, and they in no way took away from her beauty, which I’ve been trying to avoid taking notice of for the last couple of days.
Her face was amazing, that peaches and cream skin, those almond shaped eyes that were a green almost too light to be real, and that hair that couldn’t make up its mind whether it wanted to be blonde or red.
I scowled at her when she put the meal of bacon and eggs on a plate and passed it over to me, before jumping up when the toaster gave up the goods.
She fucking smiled at me, confusing the shit out of me, but I shouldn’t be surprised. She was proving to be one confusing female, as well as frustrating as all hell.
My body stirred when her scent reached my nose and I almost got up and ran the fuck out of there, which only pissed me off even more.
My dick, it seems, had already put in his vote, so even if I had decided not to go there, it was too late, but I was going to fight it all the way.
I’d eaten my breakfast and kept my silence as she prattled on and on about who knows what.
After that day I tried to be out of the house before she woke up in the mornings, but then she’d come looking for me and drag me back to eat.
She was the only person on the ranch that didn’t give a shit what I said. It’s like everything I told her to do was up for debate, until I was at the point that I was ready to tie her to a chair somewhere.
Now here she was, disturbing my peace again.
“Dana what the fuck is your problem now?” And to think two weeks ago she was a little mouse of a thing. It didn’t take her long to get over her fear of shit and start trying to make me nuts.
“This, this...person accosted me and made the vilest suggestions.” She was eyeing Priscilla like she was a snake about to strike. I could only imagine what it was that Priscilla had asked her to do.
“Priscilla she isn’t a sheep; leave her alone.”
“Well what the hell is she then? I don’t see why she gets to walk around like she owns the place while the rest of us...”
“What the fuck?” I walked over and grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair where she’d thrown it when she came in. Handing it off to her, I took her elbow and escorted her to the door.
“Oh come on Law you know I didn’t mean it.” I didn’t bother with an answer; she knew the rules, everyone did because I’d spelt them out for them. Hard or soft, Dana Sue was my wife for the time being.
As long as she bore that title she was off fucking limits. Anyone who didn’t get that was out, man, woman and child.
Besides, if this one was gonna get under my fucking skin I couldn’t have one of my old bed warmers making trouble, and she wasn’t even that.
Since coming home I haven’t really had that much use for female companionship, my mind was occupied elsewhere.
But every once in a while the old urge would be on me and I would find an outlet. Thank fuck I had the good sense not to dip my wick in the same pot more than once lest I give people ideas.
I passed her off to one of the guys and had her escorted off the property with orders not to return.
That’s something I learned in the army, never excuse fucked up behavior and there’re no second chances.
I was cleaning up house, sifting out the unworthy. I still had to protect her until everything cleared.
The asshole that had attacked her that first day was long gone. Now that Royce was out of the picture, it really didn’t matter who had been working for him, but I didn’t want to take the chance of any of them hanging around here.
I wasn’t expecting too much trouble out of Junior, except for if he came looking for Travis’ new bride, but that was the least of my worries.
I walked back into the club, which was empty this time of day, with people out working, or otherwise occupied; all except my annoying wife.
She blushed at me and hung her head. Now she’s shy again, I can’t keep up with her shit.
“There something I can do for you Dana, I thought I told you not to come in here?”
“I know, but I’m bored and you won’t let me do anything or go anywhere.” She has the prettiest pout; and since when did I become a girl?
“Where would you like to go? Things haven’t settled down completely around here as yet and I don’t want you anywhere but here until they do.